DREAM GIRL

Chapter 3 : Why is the world like this?

He woke up with a gasp, taking in deep breaths and exhaling loudly to calm his frantic heart. Closing his eyes, he tried to sit up and held his head in his hands. The events of the previous night flashed through his mind, leaving him feeling disoriented and overwhelmed. None about the dream. Only the weird sensation of falling. Slowly, he opened his eyes and surveyed his surroundings, trying to make sense of where he was. As the memories came rushing back, he realized he had woken up in a his room.

His coat was haphazardly thrown on the chair, his books arranged messily on the bookshelf, and his laptop on his desk, with papers strewn about everywhere. Sakina was definitely here, searching for something.

Sighing, he lays back down on his pillow and tries to get his mind in order.

It truly felt real.

As if he fell off a hill.

But it was a dream.

Or was it a nightmare?

But in that moment, it didn't matter anymore. He could hear her scream quite well. The memory of her terrified face consumed his thoughts, haunting him with unanswered questions. Who was she?

Farhan frantically searched his memory, desperately trying to recall any details, but all he could remember was the echo of his own terrified scream. He wondered if he had seen her before or if she was just a figment of his imagination.

He didn't know, nor did he want to know.

Lifting his head, he moved the hair falling into his eyes by slicking them back, but the stubborn strands fell back to their former position, covering his forehead and poking his eyes.

He needed a haircut.

Though the long hair and the man bun irritated his father and made his blood fume, that's why he still sports it, regardless of whether it suited him or not. He enjoyed the slight rebellion it represented—a small act of defiance against his father's expectations.

It does suit him and gives him a much-needed ego boost.

Sighing, he turns and searches for his phone to check the time. 4am. He didn't get enough sleep today as well. Scrolling through his phone that was on the nightstand, he checks his notifications.

No new messages

Nobody bothers to contact him nowadays, ever since that incident happened. It seems as if everyone was happy staying away from him, except for Saadiq, but there were times when even he would ignore him, and today was one of those days.

Friends only, when the need arises.

Who even needs friends anyway? He ponders to himself, feeling a sense of bitterness and loneliness. It's moments like these that make him question the importance of having friends in his life. He has learned to rely on himself and become self-sufficient, believing that friendships are merely superficial and fleeting. Yet deep down, he longs for genuine connections and wonders if he will ever find someone who truly understands and accepts him.

Grumbling under his breath, he gets up, miraculously waking up before any of his alarms could ring. He walks into his attached ensuite to get ready to pray Fajr and start his day as productive as possible.

As he performs his ablutions and begins his prayers, a sense of peace washes over him. The rhythmic recitation of verses from the Quran soothes his troubled mind, reminding him of the power of faith and the importance of seeking solace in a higher power. Despite his skepticism towards friendships, he finds solace in the belief that Allah will always be there for him, guiding him towards the right path. With renewed determination, he sets out to make the most of his day, hoping that somewhere along the way, he may stumble upon the genuine connection he so desperately craves.