Farid folded the letter. He wasn't bitter. He thanked God for the time they had, knowing that those beautiful memories would be the fuel that kept him alive. He smiled through his own pain, genuinely wishing that she would step out of the rain and into the bright future she deserved. 💡
"Don't cry, my flower. Everything will be good. One day this sorrow will leave you, and only happiness will remain. I would gladly give up my own lifespan if it meant giving those years to you. Do not cry... everything will be good." Гњzeyir Mehdizade YaxЕџД± Olar
"Please, do not think of me too much, and do not grieve like this. I know it is incredibly heavy, but keep this pain to yourself; do not let our enemies see you stumble, or they will use it to hurt you. Your entire future is still ahead of you. Never say that you are destined to be miserable." Farid folded the letter
He remembered the night he had fallen terribly ill. Burning with fever, he could barely keep his eyes open. Through the haze, he remembered her face. She was exhausted, her eyes heavy with worry, but she refused to leave his side. She had stayed up all night, changing the cold presses on his forehead and whispering quiet prayers. At one point, thinking he was fast asleep, she had let a few silent tears fall, terrified of losing him. He smiled through his own pain, genuinely wishing
He poured his soul into the final lines, offering her the ultimate comfort: