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As the post master write a diary entry about 150 words(THE LETTER)

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Answered by Adeela14
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12th January, 19621:30 A.M.
Dear Diary,
I know now the value of each letter. It is a warm, beating heart; priceless to the receiver. I realize what Ali must have gone through, waiting anxiously for a letter that came, but came too late. Here I am now, waiting for one more night for my daughter’s letter, assuring me that all is well with her and that she sends me her love. Ali lived for five long years and died in the hope that his Miriam will write to her. But I had seen Ali this morning, with my very eyes. He was stooped double with age, yet when he lifted his eyes to look at me, I was shocked at the unearthly light that shone in them. And then he had vanished. Ali had indeed died three months back. I put the letter on his grave myself. Oh, how I wish that I had been more patient and understanding with him on his last day instead of brushing him aside with impatience. I am grateful to God that he gave me the opportunity of delivering Miriam’s letter to Ali with my own hands. I am sure now that Ali is at peace in Heaven. His letter, for which he has waited patiently for five years at the post office, finally arrived. I pray that God forgive me for my sins and take care of my own daughter and indeed, all the daughters in the world. Let no separation be so painful that the medium of a letter cannot bridge the gap between two loving hearts.
Answered by loxia
13

12th December 1960

Thursday

10.30 P.M

Dear diary,

I woke up in the morning at 5 am in the hope of getting a letter from my only child, Miriam. I went to the post office, I sat there on the bench and waited for my call. Suddenly a clerk called out my name and I was overjoyed with excitement. My hands shivered and there were tears of joy. I ran to the clerk and asked for my letter. The clerk suddenly laughed and ignored me. I know I might look foolish who comes every day and wait there for the letter. However, it is difficult to explain what pain it is. Am almost nearing death. I don't think that I would be able to go tomorrow for my daughter's letter. I pray to sound healthy tomorrow and again with that hope. Nonetheless, I asked one of the clerks to drop the letter whenever it arrives on his grave. And I left.

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