When I felt really, truly lonely?
Posted November 6, 2012on:
It was 29th March 1984, the day, when I felt most lonely in the world.
My husband Major Rauf, passed away leaving me with four small children.
H e was a major in Pakistan Army. He got brain injury which was not diagnosed till four days before his demise. The blood clot on his left temple grew gradually. He complained of headache. After some time he started getting fits. The nature of the fits was like epilepsy so he was treated for that. He remained ill for two years. In spite of all treatment and medication he passed away —–
When his body was taken away for burial, I was dumbfounded and helpless to the core of my heart. I felt standing on water. Though the house was full of relatives, friends and neighbors but it seemed absolutely haunted empty place to me. Even the passersby felt sorry for him, as he was only 38 and I was 35.
We lived in a rented house. No money, no source of income. My brain refused to accept that he was no more. So unable to bear the grief got nervous breakdown.
It’s a long story of struggle. Now all my targets achieved, mission completed. My children grew up into beautiful humane human beings. They are married now. I am a grandmother of 6 adorable grandchildren.
But, whenever I look back I shudder with fear and amazement. It seems a dark period.
I confess that with every unpleasant incident or problem, my faith in almighty grew stronger as, it was, only Him, who solved all my problems. How I managed to raise my children and run my house believe you me I don’t know———-
Now I am waiting to meet him in the heaven————–
We missed you every moment
Whom you always remained close to
To them even today, you are close to
People you loved dearly yesterday
You are still loved by them even today
You are father, brother, and son too
So are you a husband too
And a pride for your motherland too