"With Whom Do I Share Now?". 

A poem ByHaseena Ahmed Jabri.Bsc. FSCCA III year.

I grew up holding your hand—

sitting beside you, hiding behind you after small mischiefs,

sharing everything without thinking twice.

My days, my dreams, my first little achievements,

even the things I didn’t know how to say.

You listened, always.

Stories settled into our evenings,

laughter rested in the folds of your sari,

and home felt complete with your presence.

Now I enter the house and pause,

as if I still have something to tell you.

Every success searches for your smile,

every question waits for your voice.

I remember the pocket money you gave me,

how I locked it away carefully, counting dreams instead of coins,

planning what to buy or what to save for later.

You are no longer here, yet you remain—

in every corner, every habit, every silence.

I have grown, they say,

but I still turn back, wondering,

with whom do I share now?