Faryah
he was always strong, I really couldn’t stop the tears from falling, it hurt me deeply, this wise man was going to leave us soon.
The door creaked open and Firdaus walked in, she was wearing a pretty nice Abayyah but she didn't cover her brown flay hair. She looked so pretty, well she was a model after all. " Ummi, Faryah" she said as she hugged us both. " Grandpa" she whispered and kisses his forehead. " Firdaus, where's your veil or Hijab?" Grandpa asked. I watched Firdaus roll her eyes and sigh heavily. Grandpa always complained about the way she dressed and she detested him for that. For all we knew, Firdaus wouldn't care if Grandpa died. " Grandpa, its sunny out there. I can't afford to
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