Habika Aissa Masilela
December 19, 1987 - September 30, 2005
Rest in Peace
Our Sweetheart, Our life
You will be Missed
I don't like graveyards. They are so sad, and it's a constant reminder of what should have become of me. I don't like it. But I had to come. This is the real reason that I came to Africa. Seto had business, and thought it would be best for both Zinan and I to have this since of closure. I've never seen Zinan like this. He really did love her. We haven't spoken since we got to this place. Habika loved light pink roses, so I got her some. I knew she would like them. Zinan got some red roses. We placed them on her marble headstone.
The graveyard is beautiful. There were so many new and different kinds of plants that I had never see. If Habika wasn't here, I would have taken some pictures, but is, I don't think it would be right. Zinan was whispering something to her.
"I'm glad we were able to do this." I said to Seto, standing next to me.
"I knew that you two needed this." Zinan stood up, and kissed the marble.
"I'll be in the car." He walked away, I placed the flower on the grave new to his.
"Good bye Habika, I'll never forget you."