A 43-year-old, young and happy man, a university lecturer, father of a five year old, husband of a shy family doctor, Ms. X, suffers from a stomach pain for a few days. One morning, he drives to a hospital to see what the problem is. A few hours later a phone call from hospital asks Ms. X to come and get the husband’s corpse.
“He had a heart attack,” they say.
The woman has to leave her work and live at a city where her parents live. She needs her parents' help to stand loneliness and raise her young kid. Not at all “sexy,” her chances of getting re-married are extremely low.
Listen to this part of the story...her husband’s family want to take the child’s custody. Well, based on IRI laws, man’s family have more right than the mother. Not that they like the kid or have anyone to take care of her. They simply want to bug this woman and prove their power. Apparently, the woman was not on good terms with her in-laws when the husband passed away.
A month before Ms. X's husband's death, her cousin's husband passed away. She was very helpful in the funeral and had said: "Oh, gosh! How can my cousin deal with such grief!"
Thousands of questions have shaped in my head. “Haply” I remembered this sonnet by Rumi:Didn't I tell you?
Wonder not, how your life will turn out,
how you will ever get your world in order,
it is me, who is your omnipresent creator.