You know I didn't die because I'm the one telling you my story. Before I could reach the ground the police padded the place. They took me to the hospital, Anan rushed in with Mudaseer and Dorah Banca. Dorah had been trying to have me moved in with her but she changed her mind.
The shelter allowed me to move in with Mudasir for a while. They said they did that because he's closer to me. Anan visited timely and Mudaseer always welcomed him. They talked about the Lion basketball team. They talked about art and music. I just continued wallowing in my sorrow.
I missed my family. I allowed my brother to drown in that sea. I failed Abi. Why has life treated us like this? I dropped down and cried thinking why they hadn't alway me die.
"Why!"
***
"Muhammad, I'll be going to Belgium next week. Claire said she knows someone who can help with your condition. Wallahi, you need to get things together."
I sat in bed lost in my thoughts. Just two weeks ago Anand left to work in Vienna and now Mudaseer is going to Belgium.
"When are you coming back?"
"insha'Allah, I'll be back in two weeks to finalise your papers with the NGO. Dorah is ready to sign."
"Okay."
"I'll be back soon. You know as a wife she needs me around sometimes. Work here has been draining. She told me the woman and her family are great people.. I only need to make sure that's who they are."
"Alright."
"I'll speak with Blanca to have you over. I'm going to Limburg. See you soon brother."
***
For the next few weeks we spoke on the phone.
Mudaseer seemed to be happy. I knew I wanted to experience such happiness too but my life isn't about that.
"Brother, I've concluded with the woman Claire spoke about. She's great. A professor in Graz. You'll also be enrolled in a college soon. You see this is good news…"
Anand sent me a letter too. He asked me to take care and said he'll be visiting soon.
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The Migration (A Boy Story)
Non-FictionJust like rainbow comes after storms, everything change like the rising and setting of the sun, slow and quick at the same time, hurting and burning with every mile I kept hopping and wishing it was a dream. As a child all I wanted was for my dream...
