If ever two people were in love, it would have to be my grandparents. My grampa says their parents decided they were meant for each other since they were kids, I mean their names really were Farhan and Farha. I have never seen a man more in love with his wife. Every morning, he wakes up at 5, brews his special turkish coffee, cuts fresh flowers from our garden, puts them in a small vase and brings them with the coffee to my grandma.
We all live in the same building, and I remember when I was young my mom would leave me downstairs when she went to work. I remember she would teach me these old songs she learned from her childhood, and then I would stand next to her in the kitchen as she cooked and after lunch I would sleep next to her as she took her sacred nap.
Saturday night she suffered a brain hemorrhage and passed away. She had suffered strokes in the past, but for the last 2 months she got so much better, she really was back to her old self.
My grandfather is in disbelief.
"After 59 years of marriage, I can't not see her. How could you go and leave me ya Far7a?" he says with tears in his eyes. He tells us how she kissed him 5 times after he shaved on Saturday. He requested they reserve a grave for him next to her.
Rest in peace ya Teta.