Shazo dear, Assalaam=o=Alaikum
The fine moments of solace and comfort that I frequently relish and savor are not too many. Amongst them, is the one that if prioritized would certainly stand out as the number one. The candid discourse that I carry out in our telephonic conversations is certainly one of my most relished pastimes. Unfortunately in the last couple of years the subject of our conversations was tainted from the loss of our loved ones to the long and arduous infirmity you suffered from. However the fallibility struck out in the aforementioned conversations could be mitigated if not completely eliminated by a mutual resolve to focus our attentions to the divine light and all its positive reflections. Your children and their health, the naughty little interlocutor in your house who's scintillating responses provide you with a continuous source of entertainment, a kind sister and her other half who have really assisted us all by donating their times, energies, and I am sure at times extending favors that might have tapped their monetary resources directly or indirectly, a supportive employer you work for, your resilient and defiant spirit, the prayers of so many, and among all other positive possessions you could think of the love and ardor of all other siblings of yours that I am sure have given you strength courage and comfort in your sorrow and pain.
Falah Nabeel has just turned eighteen. The event should be a great foundation of joy but the allied melancholy it brought to my heart is the very nature of the distance that lies between my older offspring and me. Let us not again spoil this momentary pleasure of the communication I usually enjoy and that I have mentioned above.
It is 40 minutes past one in the morning of nineteenth of March in the year two thousand and seven. Plainly putting it, it is late here. The compelling absurdity of the nature of half death, that many describe as sleep is looming over my pursuit of composing an intellectual discourse. A document that could be referred to as one of the most profound communications ever written in the earlier twenty first century and that would survive the test of time. But sister dear, this seems a vain wish made by a mortal being as myself for slumber is too much of an attraction to avoid at this moment.
I would certainly endeavor to continue this seemingly flowery dialogue with you in the near future.
With lots of love and prayers for your health I surrender to this agitator called "sleep" that arose as a defiant dictator that usurps the right of speech (or should I put is as the will to speak).
Bhayya
