Mr. Time: Azrael Series, #3

By Ayse Hafiza

With haunting eyes and a heavy heart, Mr Time is a dying man with forgiveness on his mind. Stubborn because he doesn’t want to give his, but in reality does Mr Time needs to ask for it? Can Mr Time be humble? Will he get into heaven? Can he overcome his final test? And end lifelong differences with his son?
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• Language: English
• Publisher: Ayse Hafiza
• Release date: Mar 12, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386091769

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Mr Time

Mr Time

Azrael Series Book 3

Ayse Hafiza

Contents

Let’s Connect

1. Chapter One The Countdown

2. Chapter Two The Dream

3. Chapter Three Azrael

4. Chapter Four Forgiveness

5. Chapter Five The End

The Seance

Afterword

Also by Ayse Hafiza

About the Author

Disclaimer

Dedication

Dedicated to those who remember death often.

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Chapter One The Countdown

She never noticed his burning , sapphire eyes. His eyes held the wisdom and knowledge of life for over ninety-five years. He was a man who knew many secrets. He did not have a humble, insignificant life, but one of spirituality, strategy, family, love, service, and statesmanship. His life story had seen the fall of two grand empires, and in his time, he witnessed the essence of what made a man a human being.

The nurse couldn't see past the fact that he had soiled himself again. She chided him for what he had done.

I suppose I have to clean you up, she said with a huff and a wrinkled nose.

He did not respond to her acrid tone, as he knew it was her job—a job for which his children paid her nursing home bosses handsomely. He did not even know her name. She had no idea how significant she was to him: she was his only connection to the living.

In the curse of old age, he discovered that his children had abandoned him. They were lost to an ideal of the family being a small nuclear unit and to a consumerist mentality, which, in its extreme, included disposable people. He was a victim of their modern ideology. Preoccupied with their ideals, they conveniently forgot him in a nursing home. They paid to get rid of their problem. Behavior such as this was unheard of fifty years ago. It was understood that because a father raised his son in his tender years, the son would protect and serve his father in his later years. This was the natural cycle of life. This man knew better than to impose his historic ideals on his only son who still lived in England with him. All his other children had left the country to chase dreams around the world, and the distance between them grew. He accepted that his life was based in the past, and he could not push his children to view the world from his perspective.

The nurse knew nothing of the vulnerability and loneliness he felt, and every day, he experienced her growing contempt for him. Theirs was a love-hate relationship: in his own way, he loved her, and she grew a little seed of hate for him in her heart.

She left the room, and he knew she would come back before the end of her shift. She would let him sit in his feces until then, his nose assaulted by the smell. Later, she would come back to strip the bedding—and him of his last ounce of dignity. This was fast becoming their nightly