Author - Jui Purohit.

 Boom! Thadddddssssss!  He hit his head to the steering wheel...his seat belt had opened up, so airbags didn't release. The truck went pass, as if nothing happened, but Kabir, his head profusely bleeding, lay unconscious, in the driver's seat. Somebody reported the accident. Kabir's family was informed. Sana, dressed in her night suit, rushed to the hospital, with her 17 year old daughter, Kainaat. Sana was taken to the morgue. She couldn't believe her eyes. Kabir had just spoken to her, only 2 hours ago. He was so happy to have cracked a prestigious deal, at work. He had all chances of getting promoted this year. They were so happy. And now, she was standing in front of his dead body, trying to identify. Sana caught hold of herself, she had to! Else it would've been difficult for Kainaat too. Kainaat stood there, speechless, literally couldn't open her mouth and utter a word......bewildered...hesitating whether to put her hand on mom's shoulder or to hug he...

 "Please pick up the phone ammi, mei aaunga agli baar, pakka, InshAllah!", Noor kept reading the last message on her phone. Her eyes had swollen from crying for days now! Any amount of consolation was of no use. Allah's plan was discrete. She had missed the chance of talking to her son, one last time. Sana, her daughter-in-law and Kainaat her granddaughter, who were left behind, after her only son Kabir's sudden demise, were also in deep shock. *To know more about Kabir, Sana and Kainaat, do read the previous story 'Tum bin jiya jaye kaise? Some memories are for keepsake!' *Click here to read the story* Noor was a single mother. After her husband's early demise, she had raised Kabir alone. She was an independent woman. Kabir was an engineer and decided to shift to USA for better prospects, after his Nikaah to Sana. Noor didn't want to leave her country and her home. "Yeh ghar meine aur tere Abbu ne milke kharida aur sajaya tha. Mei ise chhor kar n...