Azan,
After listening to your last voice note and watching my calls go unanswered repeatedly, I have decided to write this message with complete clarity of mind.
You are right—you have settled abroad, secured a respectable job, built a beautiful family, and been blessed with two children. For all of that, I sincerely congratulate you. I truly tried my best to preserve the bond we had nurtured with love and care. That is why I kept calling you, hoping perhaps something still remained between us.
But now I understand that you have already chosen to break that relationship.
Do you remember the day I first met you at the orphanage? You were sitting quietly in a lonely corner, avoiding everyone around you. When I stretched out my hand and asked whether you would like to come home with me, you looked at me with hesitation, disbelief, and tears trembling in your eyes. That single moment changed both our lives forever.
I did not merely adopt you legally—I accepted you wholeheartedly as my son. We shared twenty long years together, endured countless hardships side by side, and built a life filled with memories that I once believed neither of us would ever forget.
But perhaps I was wrong.
Today, through your silence and your rejection of my calls, you have reminded me that in your eyes, I was merely a caretaker… nothing more.
I spent a long time convincing myself that if I reminded you of our memories, you might return emotionally to the person you once were. But your silence has already given me the answer I was refusing to accept.
And now, after everything, you wish to sell the very house that once sheltered both of us—the home I transferred to your name years ago with complete trust and legal consent. You ask me to move into a rented apartment and assure me that you will continue sending me money every month.
But my dear son,
you need not trouble yourself any further. I will manage the rest of my life on my own, just as I managed before you entered it.
However, there is one thing I never told you… and perhaps today is finally the right time for you to know the truth.
Five years ago, when you completed your MBA examination, it was one of the most overwhelming moments of my life. I had no words strong enough to thank Allah Almighty for granting me the strength to raise you into a successful man.
Overcome with joy, I made a decision in that moment of emotional abundance—I chose to transfer my home and all my property into your name as a gesture of love and gratitude. I believed, without hesitation, that everything I possessed also belonged to you.
And you, too, seemed deeply content then—not merely because of the gift itself, but because you felt truly trusted. In that moment, I did not just call myself your mother in words; I had, in my heart, proven it through my actions.
But, my dear, Allah had other plans for both of us. I was deeply broken at that time, unable to fulfill the promise I had once made. Yet today, I have come to realize that Allah’s plans are always wiser than our own understanding.
My dear son, I must apologize—I could not tell you the truth back then because I feared it would break your heart. I believed that once things settled, I would find a way to resolve everything quietly, to protect both of us from pain.
But, my son… you have shattered my dreams and broken my heart into fragments. With time, you made me realize something I never wanted to accept—that perhaps I was destined to remain alone, and that I no longer deserve the role of a mother in your life. And so, I eventually allowed things to unfold as they were meant to be.
When you find time, please call me. I will tell you everything then.
I am exhausted now and wish to rest.
Allah Hafiz—always your well-wisher.
After sending the message, she breathed a long sigh of relief, as though a burden she had carried for years had finally loosened its grip around her heart. For the first time in a long while, the suffocating heaviness within her chest began to settle into silence.
A faint voice rose gently from within her soul:
“Thanks be to Allah Almighty, who finally gave me the strength to make the right decision.”
An unfamiliar expression of peace appeared upon her face. Without another glance at the screen, she unlocked her phone, switched it to silent mode, and placed it quietly on the table beside her bed. Then, with slow exhausted steps, she lay down, allowing herself to surrender at last to a sleep untouched by fear, expectation, or unanswered longing.
The next morning, when she opened her eyes, she realized that the burden which had been silently draining her mental and physical energy for years no longer weighed upon her with the same intensity. A strange calmness had settled within her, fragile yet comforting.
After taking a shower, going for her morning walk, and preparing herself a healthy breakfast, she immersed herself in the next chapter of her psychology book. For the first time in many months, her mind seemed capable of focusing on something beyond grief and memory.
But suddenly, a thought crossed her mind…
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