Inspired by a muslimah

Chapter 17

BASIL'S POV
Ramzan was starting tomorrow(yeah I kept a track on that and don't ask me why) and I had already got Myra all that she had asked for. It was funny how the usually talkative girl who neither slept herself nor let me sleep till midnight had plunged into the chair after her offering her last prayer and instantly fallen asleep, something about waking up at 4am to eat!
She had even skipped her dinner and kept it aside asking me if she could have it later. Who the hell eats at bloody 4 in the morning?
A fact that is worrying me is that I'm getting used to Myra...her sparkling eyes , I feel guilty that i am the reason those eyes have moisture in them.
I wish I could reverse time and undone whatever I have till now and I wish Myra had never heard about the '2016 bloodbath' plan.
I should have killed her by now and I am probably keeping her alive for my own selfish reasons. She has become my habit....like a part of me. Like the clouds in the sky and the flowers in a plant. As important as oxygen is to humans maybe? Woah woah woah!!! What am I even thinking. And with that I put a stop to my nagging and dozed off soon to be woken up by....my mobile?

Trnnnnnnng......trnnnnng....time to wake up. "Mr kidnapper...mr kidnapper", Myra was screaming her lungs out to wake me up. "What?", I asked gruffly. "Can you please untie the ropes...I need to eat"
Oh ya, she was the one who had asked me to keep the alarm. I reluctantly got out of bed and untied the ropes and went back to lay on my couch. Damn, sleeping on the couch is so tough! Poor girl has been sleeping on a chair for days altogether. I should do something tomorrow or maybe not, I have afterall decided not to care about her. She came out of the washroom after a couple of minutes and started eating.
I had a lot of questions on my mind but I decided to ask after she finished and as soon as she did, I threw all my questions at her.

Myra's POV
It was a miracle that mr ibless had actually kept an alarm after my constant nagging. He sure was not a bad person and he had proven this multiple times in these past couple of days. A guy who was blinded by Satan's whispers and maybe with a little bit of guidance he would see the light. I had mentally decided that whatever happens to me, I would make sure that till I'm held captivei might as well try doing something good by making him see the light...the path of islam and just maybe he would change, leaving all that he is planning to do. Millions of lives would be saved if I managed to change this guy. Seemed impossible till a week ago but now seeing his interest in islam, I was able to see a small ray of hope. I wasn't scared of the consequences now. Its either I die or I live and trust me, the chances of dying were more. I might as well give it a try. If he changes? My life would also be saved along with the many more.
I wasn't surprised when he attacked me with 101 questions as to why I was eating at this hour. I was actually waiting for them.
His questions were mostly about what is ramzan and why we celebrate it so grandly and why are we so devoted especially during this month of the year.
"How do you know Allah exists?"
"Basil, if I slap you, will it pain?". "Nah....it won't. You are so fragile and without much food you are like a walking dead body so no it won't pain if you slap me"
This intrigued me. No one underestimates Myra. No one and I mean it. With that I applied my full force and slapped him real hard.
Maybe this slap had all the hatred I had been holding in for days...for making my life miserable. He let out a scream and started shouting "what the hell? Who the hell do you think you are?".
I cunningly convinced him that I just did that to prove him that he was wrong.
Still fuming with fury, he somehow managed to get back to his senses that a girl could slap him this bad
Hah, serves you right Mr Iblees. "DON'T UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF MYRA HAYATH", wait..did I just say that aloud?
"Ahahhahha....did you just quote a dialogue from a bollywood movie? An actor's dialogue??? Ahahhaa...I can't believe you are so vain!"
"Enough. Don't you wanna know the answer to your question?", with this said he sobered up a bit.
"So, getting back to the point. Did you feel the pain?" He answered with the affirmative. "Can you show me the pain?"
"How can I show you the pain...it is felt, not seen."
"But you know it exists right?", he slightly nodded confused at where I was leading this.
"Look Mr Kidnapper, God exists just like that. You can't see him but you can feel his presence. Like the pain was caused due to a slap, the universe was created by something right? It can't come into existence just like that. You can't see Allah but you know he is there looking after everything...from the motion of the planets to the rising of the sun. I just can't say that you weren't hurt and that your cheek isn't paining just because I can't see it. The same way we can't simply deny that Allah doesn't exist just because we can't see him when we are fully aware that all that is in the earth couldn't have existed by itself. I hope that answered your question. " He looked dazed but then replaced his expression with a satisfied grin went and sat back.
After I was done with my salat, he tied me again. That *@$**** can forget anything but this. Donno how he manages to seem like an angel at times while he takes the form of devil most of the times.
While going back to his leather couch, he turned around and smiled and for the first time since I've been here I saw his smile reach his eyes. "Goodlight Myra".

"Goodlight Basil".