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Your Sister In Islam
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Rayyaan's POV
Astaghfirallah!
Astaghfirallah!
Astaghfirallah!
Why? Why? Why had I acted that way with Adam? How could I have let myself go?! This was so unlike me. I was usually so in control of my actions and feelings. I couldn't let this happen again, never inshallah.
I was seriously beating myself up about this, it was so out of character and quite frankly I was so ashamed. I felt like it was written on my forehead for the world to see everytime I walked. To some it may not have been such a big deal, but to me it was.
"What am I going to do Baba (dad)?!" I moaned, as we stood in the hospital gardens.
"Ya binti (my daughter) we falter and fall as humans. From what I can see you clearly feel very bad about this and you're not going to do it again. Make tawbah (repentance), pray 2 rakaah and move on. I know you feel bad, Alhamdulilah you learnt." my father soothed, "oh come here" he beckoned and I snuggled into his arms.
My baba was my best friend, I could tell him everything. Don't get me wrong, I died for my mum but I had a special spot for my dad. Maybe because we were so alike, I don't know but we got along like salt and pepper.
He began stroking my head lovingly and singing old Arabic songs as he used to do when I was young.
5 minutes passed like this before he pat my back twice and said, "Yallah Habibti (come on my love) you get back to work, trust Allah swt and be professional about it. No funny business" he teased. "Baba!" I laughed, "okay let's get you back to your room 'Uncle Osama'. You know he still doesn't know your my dad"
"Are you serious?" he chuckled
"Yeah I guess I just never mentioned it"
"And you want to keep it that way?"
"Uh, yes. I think its funny. Let's just see what happens. How is he with you?" I shyly asked, "Just for therapy purposes" I quickly added
"Sure sure" he smirked "To be honest Rayyaan I have a good feeling about him. I can see that he has a pure heart. He just has a lot of pain surrounding that. But don't worry slowly slowly he'll thaw inshallah."
I turned this over in my head.
"Yallah get back to work because your break is almost up and make me proud" he said
"I'll try"
"You always do"
Adam's POV
I quickly finished transferring money into that pathetic psychologists account before lazily surfing on the web.
Boredom was eating away at my very brain.
Ukh, I give up, I thought and decided to take a walk around the hospital. Or a wheel rather considering I couldn't technically walk yet.
Ten painstakingly minutes later, I had finally managed to get myself onto the wheelchair unaided. Now to actually get going...
I wheeled myself down the corridors and began to notice little changes. Some of the hospital staff were smiling at me and weren't looking at me in the usual terrified way. What could have possibly caused this? Was I losing my domineering touch?
Okay some people were still smiling! Sheesh man what did these imbeciles want?
You could try smoking back you know,
a little voice at the back of my head said.
Ukh.
Here's goes.
I slowly lifted one side of my mouth, this was weird. Im quite sure it looked like I was grimacing. I then grudgingly lifted the other corner of my mouth upwards. Why was I doing this? After a few small adjustments I think I had it down pat and began to look at the people around me.
The results were instantaneous.
Some of the staff that 'knew me' even did double takes. Calm your farm people! Never seen someone smile before? I thought flashing my pearly whites around. I had admit though, it kind of felt... Good.
It also reminded me how long it had been since I actually smiled. The last time was probably with my family...
*flashback*
"Adam stop!" Hope squealed as I tickled her little tummy.
"Never! I am not Adam. I am the tickle monster. Raww!" I growled laughing.
"Please please tickle monther! I'll doing ansything!!!" she pleaded.
"Anything?" I questioned
"Yes yes just stop!"
"Okay will you give me 1000 kisses?" I proposed.
"Wha-? Nooo. That's toooo much. I cant-"
"Okay then" and I began tickling her even harder. In her armpits, her weakness.
"Okay okay! I'll do it. Pweez stop"
"Fine. Come on, start then."
"1" Kiss.
"2" Kiss.
"3" Kiss.
.
.
.
"950" Kiss
"Adam my lips hurting" she complained.
In all honesty, I was surprised she got that far.
"Okay you can stop now" I said, "I've got you a surprise"
"Ooo! Ooo! What is it? What is it??"
"Easy there monkey. Here you go" and I revealed 3 kinder surprise eggs.
"Yaaayyy! Thanks you! Thanks you!" she screamed but then stopped and looking at me gravely she said, "don't tell mummy"
I chuckled and promised I wouldn't.
"I lup you Adam!"
Laughing I replied, "I lup you too Hope"
*end flashback*
Good times I thought nostalgically to myself. Good times.
My thoughts were soon interrupted by a little voice that said, "why do you have a metal leg?"
I swivelled around to see a little girl with the biggest brown deer eyes you'll ever see, small little lips, hands on her hips and... No hair.
"Excuse me?"
"I said why do you have a metal leg? Can't you hear?"
"Well why don't you have any hair?" I retorted
"Because I'm dying. From cancer. Now answer my question dummy face"
"For someone whose dying you certainly have no manners little girl"
"I'm not little!" she insisted.
"Little girl your so little I'm taller than you in my wheelchair"
"Are not"
"Am to"
"Ukh fine. Can you please tell me why you have a metal leg?" she said batting her eyelids to which I couldn't help but smirk at her sudden change.
"Well my real one got very sick so the doctors had to be chop it off and gave me a new one."
"Ooo that's cool."
"Hmm, you think so?"
"Yeah and you know what? You passed my dying test?"
"Your what test?"
"My dying test. Ever since I found out I was dying people look at me different. So now I have a test, if I tell someone that I'm dying and be really rude, they usually just look at me funny and leave me. But only some people look at me normal and they pass. Those people get to be my friends"
I mentally chuckled at her twisted logic and maturity, reminding me a little of myself.
"So were friends now?"
"Yup" she said popping the p.
"Okay then" I mused.
My new friend who I found out was named 'Aneeqa' and '9 and 3 quarters' then proceeded to drag me into her room to play everything from 'hairdressers' to chess to 'mums and Dads'.
As I spent that afternoon with Aneeqa I couldn't help but feel a small portion of my icy heart begin to melt.