“"And seek forgiveness of Allah. Indeed, Allah is Forgiving and Merciful." (73:20)
Times can be hard on us, but don’t give up the faith.
Pray for forgiveness.
May Allah pardon your sins and mine, and grant us His Jannah. Ameen.”
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We were called into Sara's room as soon as she regained consciousness.It was nothing to worry about,the doctor informed us.Sara was a little depressed that was all.This wasn't the first time my parents heard Dr.Asher talk about depression.
His statement took me two years into the past.When I had been lying on this same hospital bed in Sara's place and Api had stood where I stood now.Leaving my body in the present my brain decided to take a stroll into the past.
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>FLASH BACK<
I could hear faint,muffled sounds.I opened my eyes,only to half close them again.My head felt real heavy,like it had a brick on top of it.I tried to shrug off the heavy feeling as my eyes began to take in my surroundings.It didn't take long for the then 19 year old me to realise the gravity of my situation.I moved my left hand to the back of my head and sure enough there was a bump there.
I remembered being smacked in the head from behind on the way home.I cursed myself for my decision to walk home that day.I should just have given my dad or brother a call.Darn!!
There you go you idiot.Darn you and your stupid independence.Just look where it has gotten you!
Done with blaming and cursing myself,I remembered the muffled sounds.I moved my eyes around the room,and sure enough there was another girl.She was staring at me,her eyes pleading.Unlike me she had been gagged and her hands were tied behind her back.One of her legs was chained with the other end going somewhere into the ground.
I controlled the tears that were dangerously near wetting my cheeks.With my hands tied behind me there was no way I could wipe them away.That of course wasn't the only reason why I didn't want to cry.
I had a most unfortunate and sad looking pretty girl staring at me intently and I wanted to make her smile.I don't know why but I felt myself pull towards her,my heart,my soul,the whole of me.With you crying you can hardly make another person happy right?!
I pushed against the wall behind me and got up.I went to her and sat beside her.She had hazel eyes and brownish-blond hair,a small nose and reddish-pink plump lips.To sum it up she was what you would call a beauty.Remembering the gag on her mouth,I stood up and removed it with great difficulty.
"Hi"I whispered, smiling at her.
"Hi"She whispered in reply,her eyes were scanning me from top to bottom.
"Are you an Asian?"She asked me after she'd looked me up and down enough.
"Yes",I whispered back shortly.
"Listen up,I'm an Arab and that's all the introduction we are going to give each other.By now you must have taken in the gravity of our situation.We need to escape from here and fast.But it won't be easy."
She paused for a breath and then continued.
"I have tried before so it will be harder for me,but I at least want you to be able to escape ,OK?You are new so they will go easy on you and we will use that to our advantage."
I noded my yes and gestured for her to continue.
"I want you to put that gag back on me and fake being unconscious still,OK?"
I noded a yes and gagged her,she pointed towards my former position.I got there and got down flat on my stomach. That was just in the nick of time for the next second I heard a key being forced into a lock.
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To be continued ^-^
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To heal a dying heart
Spiritual*Editing and Ongoing* The story evolves around two sisters, Sara and Fatima. How, Fatima's and her family's efforts help Sara heal her dying heart.
