I wanted to write you this letter because I miss you. I know I never met you, but I do miss you. You are a fallen soldier in this war of ours, and you are dearly missed. I wanted you to know that I love your smile, and your eyes sparkle! So full of life you are.
Sometimes I wonder if you too thought that the moon was following you as you walked around in the streets of Punjab. I hope Allah made you a moon of your own. I wonder if you liked the smell of halwa in the morning as you made your way to school. Pathuray Chanay with halwa is my favorite Punjabi breakfast. I wonder if you liked them too.
I know you are in heaven right now, and you no longer have to do your Urdu homework, but I must say, your handwriting is way better than mines! You are with Allah, roaming around in heaven, drinking lassi, and maybe Allah made you a field where you can hunt bad men and hit them with your jutti.
The world was so cruel to you. I hope you have forgotten, I hope you don’t remember any of it. But don’t worry, we will remember you. As long as I am on this earth, I will always remember you. I will always remember what they did to you. I will always remember how you suffered. And you will be avenged.
Maybe one day we will meet, and we will fly kites like its Basant and maybe put a put a pieng on the tree and swing away. We could run around and throw stones at the bad men down in hell. I don’t know about you, but I make a great gulel. We can also get some kanchay! But for now, rest my angel. You are loved, by me and by so many of us.
One of your Sisters.