Habiba's POV:
I pushed Jamila away gazing at her closely.
"What did you say?" I whispered.
"I said you are pregnant." She smiled holding my hands, her eyes filled with tears.
"Pregnant?" The word sounded foreign and heavy on my tongue.
"What's wrong with everyone?" I snapped pushing her hands away.
"Who told you I'm pregnant? I'm not! where is my mother?!" I yelled.
For the first time, I'd lashed out at her and I had no remorse for it.
She held me back, as I tried getting off the bed.
"Why are you holding me? leave me, I need to see my mom!"
"Habiba, listen to me." She cups my face gently.
"What is it?"
"Your mom... She sighed bursting into more tears.
"She's alive waiting for me, I know it."
"Habiba no!" She shook her head crying.
"What are you saying?"
"She's dead Habiba, Mom has passed away."
"No, she hasn't, she's waiting for me don't lie." I glared pushing her off, I slipped into my slippers hurrying out, she holds me, and I lost my cool and slapped her.
"I said let me go! She's waiting for me!"
"Habiba hit me all you want, but She's gone." She cried hugging me tightly.
I'd tried wriggling out of her hug till I gave up, slumping into her arms.
She cups my face gently crying profusely.
"She's dead." I whispered.
"She left me alone with no one, I'm abandoned Jamila...
"No you're not alone, you have me, I'm here."
The moment I needed my tears to relieve me of the pain I was weighed with, my tears ceased, my eyes were dry with no emotions.
I became numb watching Jamila and Murja cry.
All I could do is repeat the word severally.
"She's dead, she will never return."
Everything soon turned blank and by the time I'd woken up, I found myself in a large crowd all surrounded by women.
It was Jamila's house, my mom's last burial rites were going on as soft whimpers could be heard from every corner.
Jamila rushes to me with a cup of water.
"Habiba, you're awake, please be strong, you need to pull yourself together...
Her voice trails off as I watched my mom wrapped in white clothing, and instantly it made me realize that it was the end of her existence, the end of us.
I ran to her corpse, hugging her.
"Mom wake up please, it's your darling Habibti, wake up for your daughter, I'm left alone, Mom!" I yelled crying.
People soon hovered around us dragging me away but I resisted holding unto her body.
Jamila stood by a corner watching me as she cries.
My screams, cries, and pleadings fell on deaf ears as I watch hefty men pick her corpse away to bury.
The women around had successfully managed to pin me down on the floor, no matter how much I'd tried to free myself, I couldn't.
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