The Last Ride
Hammad Mehboob heard his son’s voice, full of joy and wonder. “Father! Father! Look at our new car!” Musa shouted with glee, running towards the shiny orange Lamborghini parked outside their mansion. “Can we go for a ride, please?” The seven-year-old boy did not know that his father could only hear him, but could not or speak to him. He was in a coma, his body connected to machines that kept him alive. His wife Rahmah sat by his bedside, praying for a miracle. Hammad had everything a man could dream of: fame, fortune, success. But he had nothing that truly mattered: love, family, happiness. He had lost his parents and his sister in a brutal robbery, his first wife and his unborn child in a tragic accident, and his health and happiness in a stressful career. He had everything he ever wanted, except the one thing he needed: a family. After hearing the words of his son Hammad Mehboob could not control his emotions, a tear popped up from his left eye, flew down, and soaked in the pillow, he started crying but he could not help.
