"Here, check this out and let me know what you think of it." He pushed the phone given to him, showing her the clear photo of the person he has been staring at for more than ten minutes to make sure his eyesight is not slaying.
"Wow, this is Suhayr's mother huh? They look so alike that they could be twins in everyone's eyes. May her soul rest in peace." The Queen whispered but her husband is still hearing as she continue to stare at the photo in amazement.
The woman clearly is the one who gave birth to Suhayr and would've been her older sister if not that this one looks older and sick in the picture. Her face is pale, she has nasal tubes around her nose with so many machines beside her. She is either in a hospital room or the room setup is made for hospitals when she was sick before she died, she knew about her mother's death. Amongst the days they were talking, Suhayr slipped it out of her mouth and Hajiya Fareedah had never seen someone as strong. She didn't cry at the thought but kept telling her about the memories they shared, you could see how fond of her mother she is.
"What are you talking about? Is she dead or something?" His brows furrowed in question, he didn't know she knows about Suhayr's background of being Royal princess in Egypt and she didn't tell him about it. And from the picture, she is not dead in his sources.
"Yes, she died a year ago due to an intensive uncured malaria. Where did you find her photograph?" This is her turn to ask him, he sat down more straight to get everything clear, this is getting interesting.
This is taking a turn he didn't know about and would want to find out what is going on!
"This woman here is not dead and is currently in Egypt undergoing chemotherapy hoping it will cure her leukemia cancer." He explained then move the photograph up to show her what is written under the it.
'Prayers needed for the great royal consort, nothing seems to be working.'
"What?! Then this woman can't be Sumara's mother since she told me the woman died a year ago. Maybe they just look ridiculously alike with this one?" Hajiya Fareedah is now confused about the matter again, she can't place where everything is leading to.
Somehow and in some way, she trusted Suhayr's words about her mother dying for no mother would let her daughter marry a total stranger and leave her hometown to come stay married to another man in an entirely foreign country. And Urshia is also her mother's best friend which means the mother would have been with them or most likely, stopped the marriage from happening if she were alive but no, Suhayr is in their castle married to her grandson and are probably doing something she won't want to know at the moment not that she has any hope on their relationship building soon, she could dream.
This woman can't be Suhayr's mother at all, she is not Egyptian but Chadian since that is what she speaks and in everything they talked about, she didn't mention a thing about Egyptians. If she had relatives there, she would have mistakenly talked about them as Suhayr don't look like the type to hide thing to herself. She talks and brags a lot, being related to Egypt would be something she would want to brag about but she didn't. So the question here is, what is the relation between her and the woman?
She has trusted Suhayr's words, this won't change her believe too.
"I don't think so, Areedah. The way they look alike is too much for us to just turn blind eye to. Or maybe she don't know about her family that live there? It is possible for that to happen, you know." He tried explaining, he don't want to back down from what he believes, this time, he will stand for what he think is right. His wife has always been right but she could also be wrong about this.
"Why are you being so persistent over this? You normally would have brushed it off as resemblance but you are so adamant. Tell me why." She crossed her arms over her bosom, her eyes showing the defiance that snatch away his heart every time, if only they were much more younger.
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