Alone

The Funeral 2

This is going to be Yahyas and Harabs POV at the funeral so please enjoy.

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Yahyas POV

I stand in the living room. Well actually sit. I used to be standing, I don't recall how I got to sitting. I don't recall much of anything anymore. I keep staring into space.

I'm not eating, even though there is a table of food set up. I didn't sleep last night, even though I had a comfortable bed. I'm not praying, even though I have a Quran in my hands. I stare into space. That is all I want to do with my bagged eyes. Stare into space.

I finally look up to see all of the brothers around me praying and I smile knowing they are praying for Ali's safe passage into Jannah. So why aren't I? I should be, I love Ali, but I just can't handle praying right now.

I look to the side and see Zaryab haughtily walk in but when he sees me watching him he immediately runs to the food. That pig, he married Aleena and he doesn't deserve her.

He walks over to me and I try to put on my most menacing face. He places the food on my lap.

"You look like you haven't eaten anything and I don't blame you but try to eat something okay? I'm sorry for your sister." he says and sits down in a chair. I mutter a Jazak'Allah but I know he can't hear me.

I start to recite my favourite surah in my head. Surah- I've memorized it. It's my favourite because it is repetitive but it is not boring, it feels safe and comfortable. I start to cry. Quietly as not to disturb.

When I'm finished I walk outside into the fresh backyard. The sun shines down on a figure standing there. Aleena. I want to run to her and cry but I hold myself back and wipe my eyes. She is reciting my favourite surah.

It's so passionate, it's so melodic, it's so mesmerizing. I can't take it. Her voice is beautiful, it's a melody into my soul. I could listen to her recite it all day. I wish she loved me as I love her right at this moment.

I know it is haram but I love her. I feel like screaming it at the top of my lungs.

I love you Aleena. I wish you did too.

Just then Zaryab walks in front of me and sits on the bench under the tree Ali and I planted. It's a great blossoming willow that we planted when she was three.

How dare he sit under her tree, on that bench. How dare he! I start to think but then I realize he did nothing wrong. It's just because he is Aleena's husband. I am the one who has wronged, I had a terrible thought about how I loved Aleena and I shouldn't have. I am the one who has wronged.

I walk inside leaving the beautiful words behind me every step of the way.

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Harabs POV

Hina and I are in Ali's bedroom, just making out. I need to get rid of her soon, she's starting to whine about marriage. I used to be praying but I met her out front and pulled her upstairs.

Ya I'm gonna have to break up with her soon.

After a while we go downstairs and we decide to go into the backyard.

Apparently I have to check to see if anyone else is around so I do, I see Aleena and she tells me that no one is there. Hina meets us and I think Aleena is a bit suspicious but at least she is holding a Quran.

We go to the backyard and make out some more but then I stop. Hina is still holding the Quran.

"Hina we should break up." I say.

"What?" She asks surprised.

"I'm breaking up with you, I don't want to get married. Sorry." I say monotonously. Her eyes start to get teared up and then she's bawling, still clutching the Quran.

"I don't understand?!" she cries, "I love you!"

"I know Hina."

"You said you were going to propose?!"

"Honestly, this was just a fling. I thought you knew that. I hope we can be friends."

She runs off bawling her eyes out. She is so much drama.

I see some people come outside praying and holding Qurans. Oh crap the funeral. With all the excitement of the break up I forgot I'm supposed to carry the casket into the graveyard with Yahya and some other brothers.

I run to the front yard and call a taxi. If I hurry I can still catch them.

Just when I'm about to approach Sunny Side Graveyard I straighten out my clothes. I see them through the window walking along. I quickly pay the taxi and run to join them.

Holding the casket we walk along sombrely, Yahya is tearing up. Zaryab is surprisingly helping us, I didn't think he knew Ali. Whatever at least we have extra hands.

We walk along until we get to the previously dug grave spot. After lowering the coffin into the grave we pick up shovels and each take turns throwing some dirt onto the casket.

Yahya is still tearing up but he keeps shovelling dirt onto the casket. We keep going in a cycle until the dirt runs out and the coffin is fully covered. We decide to take Yahya home after we pray for Ali.

Zaryab doesn't come with us in the car he takes a cab. Before he gets into the taxi I see him point in the opposite direction of Yahyas house, I know that's not the way to his house, I wonder where he's going.

Before I get in the car I say goodbye to Yahya and flag down a cab.

"Follow that cab!" I say and point to Zaryabs cab. I smile, I've always wanted to say that. Well the cabby does and we keep going until we get to a bar. I pay and walk in. Zaryab looks to be ordering his first drink. I walk in and sit beside him ordering a beer.

(Don't kill me okay? He has strayed. I know your not supposed to drink/touch alcohol. I am just writing a character that is doing haram things.)

"Rough night?" I ask. He scowls at me. I decide not to talk again, just drink. He gets 7 drinks then leaves, I stay to keep drinking. It's not like I have anyone to go home to. And Hina got boring after a while. No point keeping her around.

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Sorry if we have missed anything in the funeral neither peachy nor I have ever been to one so I hope this is up to your standards. Please vote and comment!