It Came With A Reason (Islamic Story)

Chapter 3 - The Interrogation

Chapter 3 - The Interrogation

Zarina's POV

Black.

All I can see is black.

Am I dead? If I really am dead, then why is is my head pounding? I unintentionally tried to rub my forehead but my hands stayed frozen in place. I froze.

I tried to get up but my body didn't respond. Maybe I can move my arms?

Nope.

Maybe my legs?

Nope.

My heart beated faster and faster with fear. After I gave up trying to move every limb in my body, I was mentally panicking. Soon, I started to hear faint voices and some crying past the darkness.

"...concussion... forehead... 4 hours..."

"... My baby!!... please..."

Mom...?

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Zarina's Mother's POV

"Your daughter has a moderate concussion, as you can see from the large bump on her forehead. She's been here for about 4 hours and has not moved a muscle since." He says to me.

"WILL SHE BE OKAY?!" I yelled. "My baby!! Please, habibti. Don't leave me. No, you're staying with me! Please..." Tears were streaming down my face.

This happened because I wasn't there for her. What was I thinking? Letting my only daughter walk home by herself? Ya Allah, please forgive me.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

"What's that noise?" I asked.

The doctor frowned. "The heart monitor is showing that her heart rate's increasing."

"WHAT!?" I prayed to Allah (subhanah wata'allah) to help restore her to her normal, healthier condition.

As if on cue, the heart monitor slowed to it's regular pace. I sighed with relief, knowing that Allah (SW) answered my prayers. I knelt beside her bed and I held onto her still, warm hand in mine. Cold and wet from my tears.

"Ma'am, your daughter will be alright. And her heart rate has lowered," He reassured. "She should be waking up within the next hour or so."

I nodded and wiped my tears away. "Doctor, would you happened to know who called the medics to get her if she was unconscious?"

"Yes, I do. A young boy about her age was nearby the scene and quickly called for the medics. It was a miracle he was there."

I broke down crying again, but this time with joy.

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(2 hours later)

Zarina's POV

I was lying in my hospital bed staring at the wall across the room. We were having a staring contest.

The wall won.

There was nothing I could do in this cramped space but watch TV. The remote was far away and I was still too frightened to try to stand up. The doctors said I could leave in a few days so I guess I have to sit tight for a while.

A doctor came about an hour ago and explained what happened to me and that they still have to monitor my brain to be sure it never suffered any serious damage.

He also said that my mom visited, but I was still unconscious. I remembered hearing my mom's voice while unconcious. It made me feel more safe and happy that she was there. I hope she comes back for me soon. I miss my family.