3 YEARS LATER.

“Inna Lillahi Wa Inna Ilayhi Rajioon,” (Surely to Allah we belong and to Him we will all return.)

Upon reciting this, I could feel a darkness attaching fetters to not only my soul but also my mouth so I won’t break into a miserable sob.

Those chains restricted me strictly from crying as I glanced at my brothers who were silently crying at the grave before us.

“May Allah grant you a high place in Jannah (Paradise), Mother,”

Shifting to my one knee, I traced my finger at the wet soil, releasing an uncontrollable tear with shaky lips.

“Today I have lost my paradise too,”

Wiping it...