I always worried about the risks of working on the highway. Every day, I felt a shadow of fear that something bad might happen. I hated that feeling, but eventually, my worst nightmare became a reality.
It was a normal morning. He said goodbye to his wife like he always did. I was busy getting ready for school, and I realized later that I forgot to say goodbye to him. He left for his job in another district, and we expected him back by the afternoon.
When I got home from school, the house felt empty. He wasn't back yet. I thought, "Maybe he is working late? Or maybe he is resting at the mosque?" I waited and waited. By 6:30 PM, the silence felt heavy. Then, a message arrived. Someone told me there was an accident. A careless driver on the road had hit him.
I felt panic and shock. At the hospital, I saw him lying there, unconscious. He didn't look "broken" on the outside, but my heart was racing. I started crying immediately. The doctor told us the truth: he had a very severe head injury.
The doctor also said he had no ID or wallet. I was confused—how could he have no identity? I thought maybe his wallet fell or was stolen during the accident. I went to the office to handle the paperwork. It only took thirty minutes. But when I walked back into the room, the heart rate monitor showed a flat line. The doctor said he was gone. Everyone in the room cried. The pain was unbearable.
I still want to know who did it. Why did you leave him there? Why didn't you stay? I am trying my best not to be angry or hold a grudge, but why haven't you come to explain everything?
To him: We are so proud of you. You worked so hard for us, even when your life was the price. You are a hero in our eyes.