Out Of Wreckage?

Chapter Nineteen

The phone slipped from my hand.

I was utterly stupified. I couldn't move.

My Abba! I had to see him. Now.
He'll be alright once I would be in front of his eyes, won't he?

Please Allah, let him be alright. I can't lose him too.

With heavy strides, I found myself at the door to Aslam's room.

My heart was racing.
I banged my fist at the door, "Aslam! Please open the door. Please." I cried.

I waited until the door was unlocked.

His eyes were red. He didn't look like himself but it didn't bother me at the moment. I was only concerned about my father.

"What on earth do you want now?" He grimaced.

"Abba... He.." Words failed to come out of my mouth.

He glanced at me before he was about to shut the door on my face.

"My father is in hospital. I need to see him. Please. Take me there, please." My voice quivered. I was practically begging.

"No." His reply was instant.

"Aslam, you don't understand. Abba is dying. I've to see him. Please don't do this." I told him.

"Good riddance!" He muttered making my blood boil in rage.

I couldn't hold on my temper any longer.

"HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT AND NOT SEE THE URGENCY? I WANT TO SEE MY FATHER AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. DON'T YOU HAVE A HEART?" I yelled as my voice echoed in the entire house.

He rubbed his fingers on his chin.

My eyes had welled up with tears. My head was spinning.

I exhaled loudly.

Before I could fathom anything, everything had turned black.

I felt like I had fallen into oblivion. I couldn't understand where I was. All I could see was a strange white light surrounding me, to the extreme extent my eyes could go, everything was covered in this white light.
"Rabia." A soft whisper was heard.
I knew this voice. I knew who it was. I turned to the direction from where I could hear it. I saw him.
My Abba. He was standing tall, his face etched with worried lines, his brown eyes without any glasses were fixed on me and a faint smile was on his lips. I wanted to reach out to him and ask him how he was. He didn't say anything except my name again and then he blinked and he disappeared.

"Abba!"

It was only when I opened my eyes, I recalled this vague dream. I was confined to my bed and couldn't remember when did I got here.
Nida was sitting next to me. Her warm hands resting on my cold ones.

"Rabia!" She spoke as soon as her gaze met mine.

She had never called me by my name before.
She had always referred me as madam.

My head was still hammering.

"Abba!"

She quickly handed me a glass of water from the side table. I sipped some."What time is it, Nida?"

The sun was already out. "Eleven." She told me.

I've been unconscious from the last thirteen hours.

"Where's Aslam?" I asked her.

Her eyes were full of pity.

"Nida, where's Aslam?" My voice got heavier.