Prologue ✔

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  15th November, 2003

The teenager alighted from the car,and followed the old woman. He was slightly shivering due to the cold weather,but put up a bold front. He was doing this for his father,afterall. He would move mountains if necessary, just to please his old man.

"She's inside," the old woman spoke softly.
She pushed the wooden door open,and let him in. The door made a loud noise as she closed it,hiding the both of them from any prying eyes outside.

'It's dark in here,' the teenager mused.

He looked to his right where the old woman strike a matchbox with a matchstick then used it on the kerosene stove. The room was illuminated now,and he could see the little girl.

She was curled in a fetal position on the thin mattress,sleeping heavily.
He kneeled down on the ground beside her,gently stroking her face. His father would definitely be proud and happy once they're back home.

"Who did you come with?"

"My friend Yasir is in the car. Does she have any belongings?" He asked the woman who shook her head in negative.

What was he expecting before? A box of clothes?

"But,here," she pushed a tiny leather bag into his hands. "That's the things she has...what I could buy for her," she looked down.

Rufyan,the eighteen year old boy,smiled and touched the woman's hands. She looked up.

"You've done more than enough for her... for us. We'll be forever grateful to you mama".

He wiped the tears away from her cheeks. Crouching,he picked up the girl unto his back. She made little noises before becoming silent once again,deeply asleep.

The old woman opened the door for him. He thanked her once again when they were both outside,and walked swiftly in the direction in which they came from. The woman waved at them,wiping the stray lone tear away.

"Wow,she's beautiful Rufyan,"

"I know right. I'm glad we got her back before it was too late," he said placing the little girl in the backseat. Hopefully, they would be back home before she wakes.

Yasir started the car,and zoomed off away from the little village. Rufyan stole a glance at the girl who was sleeping soundly in the backseat oblivious to what was happening around her.

"It's all in the past now," he muttered and turned on the radio.

Assallam Alaikum
Hello,¿cómo está?,كيف حالك؟,Ya kk?,Se dada lewa?...which language remain abeg?

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