Crossed Paths (complete✅)

Chapter thirteen

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"You can't be serious. That's not even possible"

"Why? Because I'm a girl? "

"Well yes and also do you know how hard it is to climb a fence?"

"You're talking as if you've ever tried it. Besides it was a wired fence"

"Hey in my defence I was always an indoors person"

"Indoors rat" she mumbled to herself.

"What'd you say?"

"Nothing "

"Race you to your apartment "

"What? Wait "

She also started running. Her shoes splashing against the small water pool made from the rainfall.

You must be confused about all this.

Well, it has been over two months since her surgery. Yes it was a successful one thankfully.

She and Aman have become best of friends,the guy seriously can't go a whole day without calling,texting or even coming over. He waits for her to get off work and drops her sometimes.

"You run like a baby"

"I let you win"

"Every time?"

"Aman stop it" She punched him in the stomach.

"Oh God. You punch like a man. No wonder you didn't have friends at the orphanage " He said as he sat on one of the staircase by her apartment door.

"Hey I was only looking forward to getting out of that hell hole and finding my parents"

She defended herself and also sat on the staircase before his.

"What were they like?"

"My parents?"

"Yes. Especially your mom. She must be very beautiful "

"Of course she was,you can judge by looking at me"

"Oh please" he huffed and she shrugged.

"Don't you remember anything about them? Even slight details?"

"Well I have this necklace for a start. Oh and there's also a birthmark that I have at the back of my hand "

She folded her sleeve and showed him the black spot.

"Uncle Anwar has a similar mark. But he said it was a bruise "

"For some reason I just feel like I am close to one of them. Like they're right in front of me but can't see them"

"I understand where you're coming from. You and nasir have a similar life experience"

"We do?"

She asked while rolling down her sleeve.

"Yeah.  He was actually adopted by uncle Anwar you see. When he was three years old his dad ran off and his mom wanted to give him up for an adoption because she couldn't take care of him. On her way they got into an accident and that was when they met with uncle Anwar. He took them in for six months because aunty Intisa, his mom was badly hurt from the accident.  Gradually, the year passed and he married her. So he's basically his step father"

"Well Where's his mom now?"

"She passed away a day to his junior year graduation. "

"Was she sick?"

"She had PTSD"

"What's that?"

"Post traumatic syndrome which was caused from her past marriage and also the accident "

"That's terrible "

"They moved back from Riyadh after his graduation from high school. He went to Nile and that was when he met Fadal".

"I don't know what to say. Is he all right now?"

"Yeah, of course".

They sat in silence for a second or two and she spoke again.

"Do you want to know?"

She looked at him. Both his hands,elbows precisely were on his knee giving her his full attention.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

She nodded.

"Okay then " He said and sighed bringing himself down to the stairs she was on but maintained a good distant position.

She sighed and began.

"It happens when I go to sleep. Eventhough it has reduced a bit. I hear him saying 'hafsat, don't leave me'. Before it happened she said ' there's a truck in front of you' before he turned both cars collided. Then I hear this little girl crying and calling her parents 'papa? Where are you? Mammi? Where are you? She says. I hear siren wailing in the background with the little girl's cry. Some men picked her up and put her in a stretcher. 'Papa' She called again but got no answer. And then after he starts to call her 'hayati' he'd say. 'Were is my princess? ' he'd scream trying to get out of the stretcher he was strapped to.  And then again, I see this beautiful woman. A dark skinned with round face and big eyes. She has prettiest smiles. She looks very young, like a two years married woman. She'd say 'finish up your potato porridge and flat bread or I won't get you the new purple dress you wanted' and this little girl would finish everything in a matter of minutes and say 'Maami I'm done' She'd show her plate and place it in the sink. 'Good girl ' she'd give her mom a high five and leave for school".

"I don't know but sometimes I love going to sleep just see these three people. I don't know if we're related and why I dream about them."

"And the girl's father's name was never mentioned? "

"Now that you asked his  name was never mentioned.  Not even once"

He brought out a small handkerchief and gave to her.

"I know how you feel Nad, because I've also lost someone. And every passing day I wish I could go back in time and listen to what he said"

"I just-i just want to ssee them. Anyone. Don't they have relatives? Where do they live? I have so many  questions running through my head. What if I never see them? What if they're dea-"

"Don't say that,please. You need to think of your health." He cuts her off.

She swallowed the lump in her throat and wiped her tears.

"Look,everybody goes through tests. Maybe this is yours, and I'm sure you're gonna pass it.  I'll be with you Nad, every step of the way.  Never hesitate to call me when you're at your worst okay "

She couldn't even speak, all she did was give him a nod with tears running down her cheek.

"If you need a shoulder to cry on, I'm here too"

She looked straight in his eyes.

He came close to he, not that he wanted to but he had good intentions.  She placed her head on his shoulders and cried silently.

"Thank you so much Aman"

"Of course".

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I always say to myself,SABR! And you should too. Thank you!!!

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