Her heart. It was void of emotions. She
ignored the stares of the strangers walking past her. She ignored a lady
patting her shoulder asking her what the matter was. Her long hair spread out
around her and she could feel it being stepped on by the people walking past
her. She ignored it. She kept her eyes closed and stayed there, lying on the
pavement.
She banged on his door, feeling
frustrated. “Ugh, where is he?”. He hasn’t been answering her calls for a week
now. She knew he was still alive as someone said she saw him just this morning. She banged
the door again but there was still no answer. Why was he ignoring her?
After what
it felt like hours, she opened her eyes. It was dusk. She contemplated what to
do while walking slowly along the pavement. She could stab herself with a
knife? Maybe a gunshot through the heart? But she was sure of one thing; her
life had to end.
She’s been in a relationship for 5 years with Zac. “Why is he doing this?”. She walked away from his room. She was
about to climb the stairs when she heard muffled voices from behind it. She stopped;
her heartbeat accelerated when she heard a guy’s voice. It was him. She heard a
girl’s giggle and her heart seemed to falter.
She kept walking with her head
down. “Where am I going to find a gun?”. She sighed. She pushed out thoughts of
her family. Nothing was going to stop her. Only a miracle could save her, and
she knows those don’t exist.
She saw them in each other’s arms. The guy
who she thought has loved her for 5 years and the girl who has been her best
friend for 10 years. They realised her gaping at them and quickly let go of
each other. "Too late for that scumbags". She ran. She didn’t know where she would go but she ran. Away from
the people she thought loved her. She ran.
It was getting cold. Rain was
pouring down in torrents and she shivered, hugging her bare shoulders. She was
wearing a tank top and shorts. “Maybe I could stay out here and just die of
pneumonia”. She crouched down and kept hugging herself. It was getting very
cold. Suddenly the rain seemed to have stopped. She looked up and saw a man
holding an umbrella above her. A woman appeared by her side and they both
ushered her into a car. “I’m being kidnapped. I guess it doesn’t matter.”
She heard them asking her endless questions
but she ignored them. She heard something weird playing in the car. Was it a
song? It didn’t seem like a song. It was like someone was reading words but in
a singing kind of way. What was it? Whatever it was, it seemed to calm her. It puzzled her. She looked beside her, at
the woman who had kidnapped her; she was wearing a cloth on her head.
“Muslims”. She knew them as terrorists. She wasn’t surprised that they were the
ones who had kidnapped her.
The car stopped. The woman
took her hand and pulled her out of the car. She followed. She was being led
into a house. Inside, the man gave her some sort of black dress, which was
loose and was told to wear it over her clothes. She did as was told. The woman
led her into a bedroom upstairs and told her to bathe and wear the loose dress.
She did as was told. After the bath, the woman was still in the room sitting
patiently on the bed. She sat down beside the woman, cautiously. The woman then
asked what she was doing in the rain, and looked at her with kindness. The horrid memories went through her mind and she suddenly
burst into tears. The woman hugged her and she was overwhelmed with
warmth. She heard the woman say Allah is
there you, Allah is there for you. She didn’t know what it meant but she
took comfort in those words. She took comfort in the fact that this Allah is
there for her.
5 years later
She smiled at them, the people who took her in when she was helpless. She has embraced this religion she previously thought was full of violence. Only now does she understand how peaceful Islam is. Her parents still have not embraced it but thankfully, accepted her. She hoped they would embrace this beautiful deen soon. Jo and Zac seems like distant memory. She has said goodbye to her past self now, hoping to never see her again. She looked around the room at Maryam, Jamil and her parents, sitting together at the dining table and felt thankful. She has finally found peace. Alhamdulillah.
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