A story of whispers left unspoken, unheard.
"I hate you!" He spat venomously through gritted teeth.
"Feelings are mutual." She replied back, smiled and walked away.
He didn't know who she was talking about...
A short story about her life. And ma...
"I can't! Even if I want to, I can't!" She slumped down on the floor, crying bitterly.
"I don't want them to live with the guilt of knowing something and yet not being able to do anything about it. It's too late Maryam. It's too late now. They won't be able to do anything and I don't want to burden them with these medical expenses when there is no cure, just false hope!... You know... Sudden death is better than knowing that someone is going to die... Because in sudden death, we could console ourselves that we didn't know. But known death... along with that person, it kills their family slowly, knowing that that person is dying, they go through different stages of heart-break and depression even before that person's death. They try different ways to please him, help him, but what? No one can win against death Maryam, no one!"
Fisting her hands she tried to take deep breaths while leaning back on the bed. Her condition was only getting worse day by day and her crying wasn't helping anything either.
"Laila, are you okay?" Sitting beside her friend, she asked her, panicked.
"No... But I will be fine..." She choked out, taking large gulps of breath and wiping her tears away.
"You know the irony? We all know we are going to die one day. But it takes a doctor's words for us to wake up to reality... Our imaan has become so weak that instead of believing in Allah's words from the start, we have started to rely on these mere people's words."
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