Jiya,s pov
Mom listened to everything I said. After listening, she said,
"I understand everything. The job is good for us, but we worked so hard to get you through graduation. Your father doesn't work anymore, so there's no savings. I don't know what we will do because going to another country is such a big financial matter. We don't have any relatives who can help us. Let's see what can be done."
Then Mom left the room.
Honestly, so many thoughts are coming to my mind right now. Before today, none of this ever occurred to me.
We live in a rented house; we don't have our own home. Dad is sick.
None of our relatives care about us, only my uncle gives some money to Mom, and that's how our household runs. Amidst this, how will anything else be possible?
People never dream small; whoever dreams, dreams a bit bigger.
It was always Dad, Mom, and I – the three of us together in a beautiful family.
Dad's medicine business used to run so well. I never understood that life could be this hard.
Dad has been sick for more than 3 months now.
All the plans I made about life – I'll do this, I'll do that – I made them when Dad was healthy. Who knew things would turn out like this?
Since the day I fell in love with him, I planned that I would work in that agency.
No matter how small the job is, at least I will be able to see him.
That alone is a lot for me. At least I'll see him once in real life.
Just like the moon is always meant to be seen from afar – that's my wish too.
If I could see him just once, I could spend the rest of my life with that memory.
It's not that I want to marry him. No, never.
I only saw in my dreams where he said to me,
"You are my Wifey" ❤️
That's enough for me. What more do I need?
But if I could just see him face to face once…
Ugh!! Even though he's so close, if I still can't meet him, then that's just fate.
As far as I can see, it seems impossible because I don't have that amount of money to go.
Let's see what Mom says.
After thinking about all this, I opened my laptop again.
I checked my mail.
I opened the mail from the agency and read it.
Huhh… some people never get luck, and even if I do get it, will I even be able to use it? I don't know.
I'm so tense. What more can I say? I really don't know what will happen.
But the chances of going are very low.
Mom said, "Let's see," meaning out of 100%, there's only a 10% chance. Let's see what happens.
At that moment, Mom came into the room and said,
"Your father is calling you."
I said,
"Coming, Mom."
I left the laptop on and went.
Dad was lying on the bed with an oxygen mask.
Dad has bone cancer, 3rd stage. Dad also has asthma.
Because hospital expenses are so high, he is being kept at home.
He's not getting proper treatment. I don't know how things will work out.
Dad removed his oxygen mask, and Mom helped him sit up a little.
Mom was holding him because he no longer has the strength to sit by himself. I helped too.
At first, I said,
"No need, Dad. You can just say it lying down; I can hear you."
He said,
"No, help me sit up. Make me sit."
So we did.
Seeing Dad like this hurts so much.
How will I even explain it?
While helping Dad, tears unknowingly fell from my eyes.
I told myself,
"Jiya, stop. Don't cry in front of Dad. Quiet."
I somehow calmed myself down.
Mom was also in the same state, but she composed herself too.
Dad started speaking,
"Come close to me."
He kissed my forehead and, smiling happily, said,
"Wow, my daughter has really grown up now. I heard my daughter got her first job. This is such happy news. My princess will finally step into her professional life. Don't worry, everything will go well."
Hearing Dad's words, a tear rolled down my cheek.
Dad pulled me into his chest and said,
"Silly girl, why are you crying? This is such happy news. I am so happy. I heard there is a money problem; let's see what can be done. Even if it doesn't happen there, you will still be able to do something here."
I said,
"Yes, Dad."
Dad continued,
> "My child, don't worry. You can see our family's condition, but if it doesn't work out there, you'll get a good job here too, In sha Allah."
I smiled and said,
"Yes, Dad. Why would I worry? Whatever you think is right, do that. I have no problem."
Dad said,
"My good girl, I will try. Let's see what happens."
After talking to Dad, I went back to my room and cried a lot.
I was crying loudly.
All my life, Dad raised me like a princess.
Whatever I wanted, Dad did as much as he could.
Except for some scoldings from Mom, Dad never hit me.
He never spoke harshly. I was always his beloved child.
This is the first time in my life that Dad said, "Let's see what can be done."
I know their condition is really bad.
Allah, please make everything okay.
I was crying loudly.
At such an important time in my life, all this is happening.
Please Allah, make sure everything goes well.
And even if it doesn't, I will think that something bad would have happened which You didn't want for me.
I know You always want the best for Your servant.
After that, a video call came on my laptop.
I wiped my tears and, without even looking properly, received the call.
When I looked at the screen, I saw Bubu (Sofy's nickname).
Without even looking at me, she started saying,
"Babe, look. My new jacket, shoes, and sunglasses."
She was wearing the sunglass with the tag still attached, posing dramatically.
Then she looked at me, and her mouth fell open in shock.
My face was all swollen from crying.
She said,
"Dudu (my nickname), take off your glasses. What happened to you? Did a bee sting you or something? Why do you look like this?"
I replied,
"Silly, I was crying, that's why."
Hearing her, I gave a small smile.
She said,
"So tell me, what happened? Tell me everything."
I told her everything – this happened, that happened, all the problems.
We talked for a while and then ended the call.
At night, Mom came to call me for dinner. I went and spent some time with Dad.
I wasn't feeling hungry.
I hadn't eaten anything the whole day, yet I didn't feel hungry. I don't know why.
I lay down on my bed.
While lying there, I could see the stars and the moon through the window.
Only one thought kept circling in my mind –
That i don't think it,s possible.