One day, she saw a piece of finely folded paper next to her flower right after waking up. Curious, she went closer to investigate the paper. The paper gleamed, reflecting nearly all the sunlight that touched it. There was something written on it. "To my dear Hoor" was carefully written with jet-black ink. She unfolded the paper. A letter, as she was reading it, tears started flowing from her eyes, down to her red soft cheeks onto the floor.

  "Dear Hoor,

  I know it's been very long since I last spoke to you. You must have missed me, but I missed you even more. I had lost my way and was so confused as to which way to go. It was pitch black everywhere and I had no map, no compass, and no light to show me the way. I was in a desperate situation and if it wasn't for the unknown light that brightened the way for me and the water that satisfied my thirst, I would have given up and ended up a lost soul.

  I should have completed my journey by now, but sometimes I hear a voice weeping and crying, similar to a girl moaning in pain. Somehow this voice feels familiar. All my efforts to calm the voice down have failed and every time she cries, it saddens me. Do you know of such a girl, dear Hoor? I hear her cries as if they were my own, and it pains me to think of her in such sorrow. She reminds me of the times we laughed and played, of the golden fields and starry nights we once shared. If only you could calm her, I could continue my journey, knowing she is at peace.

  I know it's too much to ask but consider this as my last wish? Hoor, always remember that I will be here with you and will keep you in my heart so you too keep me in your heart. I will miss you dear sister.

  Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.

  your's truly,

  Faraah."

  "I promise I won't cry again, Faraah...", Hoor spoke spoftly, while holding the letter close to her heart. After that day one would never find Hoor cry again. Days turned into weeks, and though Hoor's smile never faded, her body began to weaken. The lively girl who once tended to her flower with care now struggled to sit up in bed. Each passing day stole a bit more of her strength, but she remained determined to keep her promise to Faraah.. She was now so sick that she couldn't get out of the bed. In a state of countinous pain and coughing, her body heated up to the point where her survival was out of question.

  She could no longer care for the flower. Just the thought of the flower dying would almost move her to tears, but the promise she made gave her strength. The flower, once vibrant and golden, now drooped under the weight of neglect. Its petals, once a proud crown of golden hues, had faded to a pale shadow of their former glory. Yet, in Hoor's eyes, it remained her steadfast friend-one she would care for, even in her weakest moments. One night, after her parents gave her medicine and some water, rather than helping herself, she attended to the thrist of the flower. Noticing this, her father asked, "My lovely daughter, you are my only hope. Why would water this plant instead of drinking it yourself?" Hoor replied, "I knew this day would come, when I would have to leave this world and you two behind. When I would feel no pain, when I won't look out the window, into the clear sky. Atleast I won't be alone as I will have my Faraah. The same Faraah who gave me strength and never left my side, even in my illness."

  Her father, almost about to cry, brushed her hair, and kissed her on the forehead. "So be it, I will take care of this flower until it's last breath. I will foster it as I fostered my own daughters." her father promised. Hoor softly smiled as she closed her eyes, her breath fading like a gentle whisper in the night.. There was dead silence in her room for some time.