In 1955, Flight Number 914 departed from New York towards Miami at 10 p.m. During the trip, the pilot was in continuous contact with the control room until midnight. The pilot wished everyone good night, but after that, all communication was lost, and despite continuous efforts, it could not be restored. The aircraft seemed to have vanished as if it had disintegrated in the air. The next morning, search teams tried to find the missing plane, but no success was achieved. The search continued for some time, but eventually, it was stopped, and everyone went silent.
Time passed, and exactly 27 years later, Flight 914 reappeared at the Air Port of Kraks Venice, Italy, with the pilot and passenger both safe and sound. "Are you not coming?" I asked rubbing my eyes with my fingers. "It doesn't seem like I have a choice. You keep delaying every time," replied the pilot. "I will definitely come. Your Hamad brother is my brother too, and I will surely come to his wedding. Believe me," Ali assured me. "I am as sad here in the bridal suite as you are there. I will come today," Ali said, and I started crying, taking deep breaths. "Hey, are you crying? Do you know that I came here for business purposes? Otherwise, I had no interest in staying away from my loved ones," he said.
"Hello...hello," I kept saying, but there was no response on the other end. "Oh God, please help me. Ali keeps promising to bring me over to his place every time, but he never shows up. I tried to hold back my tears, but after two days, the enemy's voice resurfaced on the phone."
Hello, how are you?" he asked, his voice still as enchanting as ever. "I'm fine," I replied with just one word.
Are you upset with me? he asked. No, I am content with God's will. Maybe this is what God wants, and I am destined to only wait.
"I sighed deeply and said, "Look, dear, there are some things that I have no choice in. Please try to understand. But you said that you would definitely come to Hamad's wedding. Is it not possible this time too?"
I was on the verge of tears once again. What a helpless situation this was. "No, I will definitely be with you a week before Hamad's wedding next month, God willing.
He shook me to the core with his response. I was not prepared for it at all. "What...?" I stuttered. "Are you telling the truth? You're coming back...?" Oh my God, I couldn't wait to tell everyone. "I was struggling to contain my excitement as I frantically shared the good news with everyone like a mad woman, having hung up the phone.
That evening, I stood in front of the wall-mounted calendar, imagining the beautiful moments to come. "May this month pass quickly and our son Ali return soon. It has been too long since we last saw him. I fear that we might pass away while waiting for him." My mother hugged me tightly and reassured me, "They are coming back, don't worry. You are needlessly anxious." Ali and I got married two years ago.
A year later, Sami found Ali in connection with his business and Ali was supposed to go to New York. It had only been three months, but now it was going to be five. I was counting the days waiting for him. He wasn't even mentioned when it would end. Finally, my wait came to an end and that day arrived. Today we all went to pick up Ali at the airport. The night before leaving, he had talked to me. He was very happy like me...
When we reached the airport, we heard strange news that Flight 914, which Ali was supposed to be on, had disappeared somewhere along the way. It felt like the ground was moving beneath my feet. "How can this happen?" I started to lose consciousness, but my mother held me up.
Then days and nights began to pass as usual. The sun brought new hope every morning and in the evening, a new low of sadness took over. I've grown old waiting for Ali, and Sami has grown young...
Believe it or not, thirty years later, Ali was standing in front of me today.
I was looking at him with wonder and happiness in my eyes. 'Where did you go Ali?' I complained. Your mother and father were waiting for you for so long and they have now passed away. But you didn't come?' Ali smiled and hugged me. 'I am here now and I will always be with you.' 'Come on, let's go and rest. You have been awake for so long.' 'Zahra, your mother has been sleeping for so long, go and wake her up.' Sami peeked into the room for the third time and was now frantically asking his wife to wake up their daughter. 'Yes, you are right, it is time for Isha.
I will wake her up.' Saying this, Zahra headed towards their room and her screams echoed throughout the house. My mother passed away from this world today, it's the tenth day. I go to her grave every day and recite Surah Yasin. I know that the pain of my mother's separation will decrease with time, but how can I forget that moment when I saw my mother leaving the room with my father's hand in hers, both smiling at me, before they left? This scene is so clear that I cannot even dismiss it as a hallucination. When I close my eyes, I see the same scene and I quickly get up to perform ablution and offer voluntary prayers for my parents' reward.
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