Bittersweet end

Our baby is a year I'm on my last journey.

Funny how I tried to die

Now all I want is to live

I managed to ride out the illness

But I'm getting weaker

Hawna is expecting again

A girl this time,she has four months left

I never stopped trying to make it up to everyone

I especially pray everyday to Allah

I'm at home in bed waiting for my final call.

My disease was known to my father

He hid the information saying I was under private care.

The bastard knew it and wanted me to suffer

I hate him

My girl walks in looking gorgeous

"hey petal how you feeling?"

She shook her head sadly and sat on the bed

"not so happy illy,I'm gonna be alone"

It breaks my heart to hear that,I pulled her next to me so she was between my legs and arms rubbing her swollen beautiful belly.

"but your wrong baby I'm here and in there"

I pointed to our sons cot and her tummy

"i may be gone soon but Allah blessed you with these two and you have Allah"