Roses of Love

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Mastoorah

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Mastoorah

Those few hours were like a torment for me. None knew about Iyad's condition. He suffered two gunshots near his left arm and armpit. Thankfully his vital organs were spared but there was so much blood loss that he was in a critical state. Doctors were saying that this time was very crucial for him or else he wouldn't be able to make it. Imad's blood group matched with his brother hence he just donated two bottles of blood for Iyad.

Everyone was sad and miserable. Eizal was crying silent tears while I could hear Aunt Ajwa sobbing occasionally. Uncle Faris, on the other hand, didn't shed any tears yet he seemed distressed. He was busy in consoling Aunt Ajwa. While I stayed in the corner by using a cloth as the prayer mat. I was constantly praying for Iyad's health.

I lifted my both hands in from of the dua. "Oh Allah, please keep Iyad safe. Please give him life. I was very ungrateful. I couldn't thank YOU enough for rewarding me with such people who were so nice and loving to me. I was thankless and selfish and gave punishment for someone else's doing to Iyad. Please, Oh Allah, take away Iyad's suffering. Give these sufferings to me instead of him. His parents and siblings love him. They won't be able to live without him. Give him a life, Oh Allah. I won't be ungrateful anymore."

Tears blurred my vision and I found myself crying with hiccups. Iyad's words, smile, and love for me were running in my mind like a film. He was getting all this because of me. This was my punishment to see him suffer and he was getting all the hurt because I had to learn my lesson. I was such a pathetic girl who couldn't regard the love, loyalty, and devotion that was knocking at my door. Uncle Faris and Aunt Ajwa were both affected by Faraan yet I gave the retribution of doing of my father to him because he was his brother. How Faraan had ditched Aunt Javaria who was his long-time fiance and wanted Aunt Ajwa in his place. Then after murdering my Mama, he left his wedding and Uncle Faris had to get married in his place. But after Faraan was back, he again wanted his fiance back and caused so much problem in Aunt Ajwa and Uncle Faris's life followed by the ultimate game of tricking his brother into his doing and getting him arrested.

"Mastoorah." I came out of my thoughts at a gentle call of my name.

I wiped my cheek and turned my neck around to find Uncle Faris standing there.

"Here, have water," he murmured, pulling a bottle of water in front of my eyes.

I hurt him even. He always gave me love and affection and what I gave him in return? That was all misbehavior and nothing else.

I shook my head. "I am fine."

Uncle Faris put his hand over my head. "Have it, beta."

My hand was trembling as I took the bottle from him. Gulping a few drops of water in my mouth, I realized how my throat was aching and dry because of increased thirst. I got up and folded the cloth before regarding Uncle Faris.

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