(contd........)

As days blurred into weeks and the weight of the government's restrictions bore down on
Ahmed and his family, the sense of helplessness only deepened. Each passing moment felt
like an eternity, filled with a palpable fear that hung heavy in the air. The streets of Srinagar
lay silent, a stark reminder of the turmoil that had engulfed their lives.
Amidst the chaos, Ahmed's mother's health continued to deteriorate, her frail form a painful
reminder of the toll the situation was taking on their family. Ahmed felt like a spectator in
his own life, watching as the woman who had given him life slowly slipped away before his
eyes.
The government's strict imposition of Section 144 and the ban on all forms of
communication had turned their once vibrant city into a desolate prison, leaving them
trapped in a cycle of fear and uncertainty.
Ahmed had pleaded with the authorities for a curfew pass, desperate to take his mother to
the hospital where she could receive the urgent medical care she needed. But his pleas fell on
deaf ears, lost amidst the chaos and confusion that gripped the region. Without the necessary
documentation, they were effectively stranded, prisoners in their own home. In the heart of
the darkness that had engulfed Kashmir, another tragedy unfolded in the life of Ahmed's
family. A week before the tragedy, armed forces had stormed into their neighborhood,
dragging Ahmed's father away without explanation. The sight of his father, a proud and
hardworking man, being forcibly taken away had left Ahmed and his mother reeling with shock and fear


Ahmed's father had been seen visiting his shop in Srinagar, a simple act of checking on the
livelihood that had sustained their family for generations. But in the eyes of the authorities,
it was a crime punishable by imprisonment. Days turned into agonizing nights as Ahmed
and his mother waited in vain for his return, their hearts heavy with worry and uncertainty.
For Ahmed's mother, already battling a severe illness, the absence of her husband was a
heavy burden to bear. Each passing moment brought with it a fresh wave of anguish, the
knowledge that her husband was out there somewhere, at the mercy of forces beyond their
control, eating away at her from the inside.
One fateful night, as Ahmed sat by his mother's bedside, the weight of their situation
bearing down on him like a suffocating blanket, he felt a sense of overwhelming despair
wash over him. His mother lay before him, her once vibrant spirit now dimmed by the
ravages of illness, and he knew that time was running out.
One evening, as Ahmed sat by his mother's bedside, holding her hand and trying to offer her
what little comfort he could, the weight of their situation threatened to crush him. He could
see the pain etched on her face, the silent tears that slipped down her cheeks as she struggled
to draw each breath.
"Ahmed, my son," his mother whispered, her voice barely a whisper in the stillness of the
room.
Ahmed's heart constricted with anguish as he leaned closer, his eyes filled with unshed tears:
"Yes, Ammi, I'm here," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

His mother's gaze held his, her eyes filled with a lifetime of love and sacrifice. "I know
you've been trying so hard to get me to the hospital, but you mustn't blame yourself, my
son. You've done everything you can."
Ahmed's throat tightened at her words, the weight of his failure bearing down on him like a
leaden weight. "But Ammi, I promised I would take care of you. I promised I wouldn't let
anything happen to you," he choked out, his voice breaking with emotion.
His mother reached out a trembling hand, gently cupping his cheek in a gesture of love and
forgiveness. "You've already done more than enough, my dear. Sometimes, life has other
plans for us, and all we can do is accept them with grace."
His mother reached out a trembling hand, grasping his tightly in hers. "Have you heard
anything about your father, Ahmed? Is he safe?" she asked, her voice filled with desperation.
Ahmed swallowed hard, the lump in his throat making it difficult to speak. "No, Ammi. I've
heard nothing," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
His mother's eyes filled with tears as she squeezed his hand tightly. "Oh, my poor husband.
How he must be suffering," she lamented, her heart breaking with each passing moment of uncertainty.

As they sat together in the darkness of their home, the absence of Ahmed's father hung
heavy in the air, a painful reminder of the cruel reality of their situation. And as they faced
the prospect of saying goodbye to yet another loved one, their hearts were filled with a
profound sense of loss and sorrow.
Tears welled up in Ahmed's eyes as he leaned into his mother's touch, seeking solace in her
love. In that moment, surrounded by the quiet darkness of their home, he realized that even
in the midst of despair, there was still a flicker of hope. And as long as they had each other,
they would find the strength to face whatever the future held.

THE OTHER NIGHT! .............

One fateful morning, as the first light of dawn crept through the window, Ahmed's mother
took her last breath. Ahmed's heart shattered into a million pieces as he watched her slip
away, his hands trembling with grief.
Tears streamed down his face as he pressed a kiss to his mother's forehead, whispering a
silent prayer for her soul. He couldn't bear the thought of living in a world without her, but he knew that he had to be strong for her sake.
© Inaya


(to be continued.......)

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