Mehreen
Haziq Jamil was my cousin. I dont know how I can put my feelings into words. I had seen him since he was born and growing up till he left Pakistan. We were not close enough as cousins should be. He was always quite and aloof. He preferred spending time with his brother more than anything. Atleast that made us happy that he had a confidante for life.
After all those years he contacted me first time through email few months before his death. He told me so much about his life and himself, I finally thought I found my brother again. We used to share so much. I always felt lighter telling him about my issues and I knew he had alot to share with me too. What bothers me most being his eldest cousin I could have done so much for him had I been there. I wouldn't have let him left us like this. He was extremely nice and well-mannered chap, though being his older cousin I used to scold him even beat a little to discipline him as a child. But he never said a word, never talked back to me. I so wish if I could talk to him again, I lost my only support, my friend my brother.
If only if he had stayed long enough, I wanted to send him his childhood pics but I always forgot sending him and then I heard he was gone. If only he stayed long enough to listen.
My brother you came to your sister very late, I wish I could have done something for you but I couldn't and didn't.
Haziq if you are listening please forgive your baji for not helping you. For not understanding your pain. For scolding you as a child. Please forgive you sister she is alone without you.
Tuesday March 31, 2015 at 2:56 pm