Your wife, Farah Karim, was always aware of your mental illness. She was there for you, always, as you would be for her. No matter what.

She was attentive to detail and noticed when you were getting bad, especially mentally. You hadn’t gotten out of bed, you were barely eating and barely… well, doing anything.

“mahbub…?” Farah spoke softly as she sat by your side. “Hey, how are you feeling…?”