Amaya Kenzley
She's young and curious. She's a Christian girl, but trying to follow the steps her friends Latifa & Imaan go.
On her way, she crosses paths with a Muslim boy..
At first, she didn't acknowledge the boy, but after the time flies.. sh...
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Amaya<3:
I feel a sharp pain in my stomach. I feel my head spinning and my vision blurry. "Malik" is all I could say, before I feel a hard fall on the ground.
A few hours later
I hear voices and then next, I open my eyes. I see everyone here. Including my dad.
"Amaya" his voice is strong. He is mad. "Yes.." I mumble and he comes next to me. "You're pregnant?" He is angry. I nod.
"Why didn't you tell me, we could talk about it and I could arrange an Abort!" I look shocked at him.
"I'm not going to kill my baby" I say and tears leaving my eyes.
"It's my baby and my CHOICE" he shakes his head.
"You're just 17!"
"What will you do with a baby?" He shouts and I hold my ears.
It's too loud for me. "Dad, don't scream.. please" I whisper and finally he stops.
The doctor enters the room. "Amaya, how are you?" He asks me and I sit up. "Better and you?" He chuckles.
"Sweet of you." He says and opens the folder in his hand. "So Amaya, the cause of your pain is.." he starts and then stops.
I get curious, why did he stop?
"You're pregnant with two babies, but one of the baby didn't make it.." his voice becomes little at the end. I feel like my world has been upside down.
I hear the monitor peeping loud and then all I see is black.
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Malik:
Before the hospital
We walk in the restaurant. Out of a sudden i hear Amaya calling my name. And when I turn around I see her falling on the ground. I run towards her and try to wake her.
And then I see it.. blood leaking between her legs.
Oh Allah, you gave us life and you gave us death.
I shout for help.
Many people run to us and helped.
At the hospital
I don't know what the cause of this is.. but I'm worried.
I didn't had the chance to think, the doctors called her dad.
I'm waiting, waiting for the doctor..
I see everyone running to me, and then.. there is her dad.
"Malik, what happened?" Asks Latifa.. in her eyes, the worry.
I let my intrusive thoughts win and hug her. She's my milk sister, I can touch her and see her without her hijab.
"I don't know.. latifa" is all I say.. and feel her wet sobs on my neck.
After 2 hours, the doctor came.
"I have good and bad news.." he says and we all stand up.
"Amaya is a strong girl.." he smiles at us.
"But one of the babies didn't make it" his voice breaks.
She was pregnant with twins?
Ya Allah..
I'm the reason..
If I didn't put so much on her shoulders.. she wouldn't be here..
I let myself fall on the bench. "Let's go inside" I hear Latifa saying, but I'm not moving.
Ya Allah, I promise that I'll stop seeing her.
I'll ask for your forgiveness..
I stand up and go to the window, where I can see inside of her room.
I see her there, laying with closed eyes.
But I don't go in.. I choose to leave.
As I'm in the car, I make sure to go home.
I enter my home and see my parents on the sofa.
"Malik?" My mom looks worried at me.
"I'm fine with the arranged marriage" I say and my mom has the prettiest smile on her face.. I ever laid eyes on.
"Omg, I'm calling Hafsa!" She screams with joy and goes to the kitchen.
"I know you're in love" my dad says and I look up to meet his eyes. I shake my head.
