Abduction

1-Nightmare

She shivers as the cold breeze brushed passed her bruised face. Janan open her heavy eye lid that could barely make out her surroundings. her left eye has been brutally beaten that Janna thinks she would never be able to see again, her legs tried to move from the cold floor she was laying. The agonizing pain she felt was unbearable, her bruised lips slightly open as she gave out a painful sound that resemble a sob.

"Mama" her lips manage to utter the first thing that came to her mind. Her beloved mother.

What is this place?

Her tired gaze fall on the small window that was high above almost touching the old ceiling. She can only make out the small ray of light coming out of it. The painting of the walls were ripping out, they're worn out and probably very old. The cemented floor was bare of anything but dirt and coldness.

For the life of her, she couldn't remember how she got here and the bruises on her body made the situation worst for her. The dreadful thought that lingered in her brain, she could only thinks of one thing.

She could make out a faint sound of some footsteps, as the sound increase so as her heartbeat. She was beyond terrified. There's only one thing she's sure of, that is 'She's probably going to die today'.

Ya Rabb please save me.

Tears roll down her cheeks to her parted lips. Before she could reach her hand to wipe it away the door swung open. It hit the already ripped wall and the room made a vibrating sound because of the force. Janan forget about her bruised body, she was leaning on the wall in no time. Back against the wall, her body trembling and eyes full of fear she watched the tall figure standing by the door.

Her eyes were blurry, she can only make a small glimpse of the person. And there's only one thing she could remember.

The devilish grin

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"Janan, get down here this minute," Na'ima shouted from downstairs, her older sister.

"What now, mother?" Janan shouted back sarcastically, rolling her eyes as she made her way downstairs. Na'ima had only returned from California last week after finishing her MSc, and already she was getting on Janan's nerves.

"It's too early for this," Janan thought to herself.

"I couldn't find my favorite veil, the one I wore last Eid," Na'ima whined.

Janan fought the urge to roll her eyes.

"So this is what it's all about?" she arched her brows.

Na'ima was two years older than her, but sometimes Janan doubted that. Her tantrums always surprised Janan, who was always cheerful and full of energy, while Janan was always the calm one. Being an introvert wasn't helping her, especially in the job she got last year at a construction company after her first degree in Architecture.

"If that's the case, then I'm off to bed," Janan said, her voice laced with annoyance. She wasn't in the mood today. This wasn't how she planned to spend her weekend, since she woke up in the morning with a throbbing headache and Na'ima yelling her lungs out for God knows what.

"Come back now, you have to help me find it," Na'ima called after her retreating figure.

Janan sighed when she saw her mother coming out of her room. Her mom was still the most beautiful Shuwa Arab she knew after all these years. Being in her early 50s only added beauty to her small visible wrinkles. Janan was her mom's replica, just a younger version of her, while Na'ima looked like their father, a well-known business Fulani man from Adamawa state, a senator, and now a candidate for governorship in the upcoming election.

"Good morning, Mama," Janan greeted her, trying to mask her emotions.

"My Auta," her mom always called her that. She caressed Janan's cheeks and pushed her hair backward. Her mother noticed the redness in her eyes.

She narrowed her eyes as she stared at Janan in a worrying way. She knew what Janan was going through, and she really wished she could wipe away her daughter's sorrow. Her one and only jewel.

"Mama, the nightmares are still coming back... Mama, I don't know what to do... I... I..." Janan trailed off.

"Shiiiii," her mom cut her mid-sentence. She could only imagine what Janan was going through, but she had faith that the Almighty would ease her suffering.

"There is suffering in life," her mother said, wiping away Janan's tears with the back of her hand. "But everything will be alright, my baby. Just have faith and continue praying. Don't forget that Allah tests us in different ways in life. What matters is whether you will pass or fail. Okay?" She comforted Janan with soothing words. Her mom was always her comfort.

Janan nodded her head. "Insha'Allah, I will keep on praying, Mama."

Together they went to the kitchen and made breakfast. Na'ima wasn't downstairs when they passed by. She must be somewhere else in her room making a mess looking for her 'precious' veil. Janan chuckled lightly.

After eating breakfast, their father, Senator Muhammad Ghali, was the first to leave the dining table. He had been receiving calls non-stop, and whenever he talked to them, it was always about politics. Janan didn't like how he rarely asked them about work and life. She couldn't remember the last time she talked to him for five minutes without him changing the topic to politics or business.

"Bye, guys," Na'ima waved and kissed Mama's cheeks before making her way out of the parlor, saying something about meeting her friends.

"The girl can never change," Janan thought to herself.

Janan's phone vibrated, and her friend's name popped up. She let out a long sigh before accepting the call. This early morning call could only be about the project meeting they were having on Monday.

"Hello, babe!" Munira shrieked. Janan had to pull away the phone. Mama smiled at her friend's antics and stood up to go to the kitchen.

"Munira, don't spoil my eardrums."

"I have good news!" Munira dragged out the words in a sing-song voice.

"Pray, tell."

"This better be good news."

"
Bilal is coming back this week!"

Her ex boyfriend AKA Munira's cousin

"Wait what"

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