Гњzeyir Mehdizade Yaxеџд± Olar -

Farid sat by the window, watching the rain blur the bustling streets of Baku. In his ears, a familiar melody played, but his mind was anchored to a memory from a few years ago.

"Don't cry, my flower. Everything will be good. One day this sorrow will leave you, and only happiness will remain. I would gladly give up my own lifespan if it meant giving those years to you. Do not cry... everything will be good." Гњzeyir Mehdizade YaxЕџД± Olar

He poured his soul into the final lines, offering her the ultimate comfort: Farid sat by the window, watching the rain

Farid had seen those tears. He remembered every ounce of her care. She was the light of his eyes. 🥀 The Unforeseen Goodbye Everything will be good

He remembered the night he had fallen terribly ill. Burning with fever, he could barely keep his eyes open. Through the haze, he remembered her face. She was exhausted, her eyes heavy with worry, but she refused to leave his side. She had stayed up all night, changing the cold presses on his forehead and whispering quiet prayers. At one point, thinking he was fast asleep, she had let a few silent tears fall, terrified of losing him.