It was a sunday, sunny with clear skies was what the weather was like
I was feeling so weak, afraid and tired
A mixture of fear and hope was what filled the air
With my hands on my head, "..have had enough." was exactly how i felt
Voice in my head telling me, "Boy dont be scared, soon enough he's gonna open his mouth and say, Ahmed, why are you looking so scared"
"No, No, No", the other voice cautioned
"For the past 12 hours, he hasn't even opened his eyes yet"
Then a real voice said, "Sorry, but you'll have to excuse us".
As we walked out, I prayed "Oh Allah, a miracle is what we need, give it please"
Not more than 5mins later, the doctor came out with a frown
His words were short, precise and cruel
Basit is dead
I lost control
Damn, I cried my eyes out
Once again death strikes
one by one it keeps taking the people i love
First was my beloved cousin Kabir
So much love we shared
Then my GrandMa
Too much love she shared
Now its Basit
I love my younger ones not more than i loved him
We've been pals ever since he was a baby
I would take him from his mother's arms
I would throw him in the air and he'll giggle and laugh out loud
Whenever he's in our house, he gets everything he points his fingers at
Right there it dawned on me, at only 6 years old, For Basit this is sadly THE END.