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HOTEL ROOM,
STARLINGS HOTEL,
ENGLAND.
Hajia Zaynab tuned the volume of the TV up.
It felt a bit surreal, watching her own house on TV, with all those people screaming at the gate.
Her phone beeped next to her, and she rushed to grab it.
An unknown number had messaged.
Her hands trembled as she swiped at the unlock button, heart seizing.
Could it be Ayman?
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The gutting disappointment that overwhelmed her almost brought tears to her eyes, but she held it back.
She let her head fall back against the headrest tiredly.
She'd grown thinner over the past few weeks, her eyes and cheeks hollowed out till, her eyes swollen.
She missed her son terribly.
Her days had been filled with longing and regret.
She'd known that he'd be angry at her, but she hadn't been prepared to lose him totally.
It was almost like he'd disappeared into thin air.
And if it wasn't for the blue ticks that accompanied the thousands of messages she'd left for him, she'd have worried that he wasn't alive.
She blamed herself.
If she could take back her decision, she would.
She still believed her decision was right, but if she was given the choice to make it all over again, she'd take it back.
Nothing was worth losing her Ayman.
Zaynab wasn't sure if it was just because of how depressed she felt, or if she'd fallen sick but she wasn't in the best health condition.
She was more tired than usual, her body ached everywhere, and she felt heavier even with how much weight she was steadily losing.
She'd booked an appointment with a doctor in Empire Hospital back home but she wasn't too worried.
Hafsah had said she also felt tired, attributing it to the jet lag and the drama that had happened at home.
Zaynab was more focused on trying to reach Ayman, her health would have to wait.
The next time a call came in, it was from Jamil.
"Hello, mama", he said from the other end, his voice as deep as she remembered but not nearly as detached.
She smiled secretly, her muscles protesting as she did so. It seemed like years since she'd last smiled.
"Assalamu alaykum, Jamil. How're you?", She asked.
"Wa alaykum salam, Hajia. Your voice sounds dull, is everything okay?", Zaynab could almost feel the concern in his voice, it made her smile widen.
"I'm feeling a bit weak but in shaa Allah, I'll be fine".
"I just wanted to check up on you. Are you having your meals on time? I know how you must be feeling now, but it's not worth losing your health over.
When Ayman is back, we need you to be healthy so you can make your snacks for us", he said chuckling.
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