Dear Zainab

Dear Zainab

Dear Zainab,

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.

With love,

One of your Sisters. 

*The hospital is the great equalizer*

*The hospital is the great equalizer*

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