Irreversible

⚜♚51. Healing ♚⚜

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ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖: 𝟜𝟘𝟘

Rohaan

I sat in my dark bedroom in the Tariq family home, my face buried in my hands.

Yamna was with Chachi. Her tragedy, our tragedy, had become a devastating blow for the entire family. I had to tell them. Yamna wasn't talking anymore, barely reacting to anything. I figured that if anyone was going to be able to understand her condition, it would be the mothers. 

I felt someone sit down beside me, and felt a strong arm around my shoulders. Glancing up, I saw that it was my father. And briefly, I just wanted to be the little toddler who snuggled in his arms when he was upset. Adulting sucked majorly at times.

Wordlessly, Papa tightened his arm around my shoulders. 

"I vowed to myself to always protect innocents, to always protect my family. I couldn't protect my own flesh and blood..." My throat felt too dry all of a sudden, and the words just died within my mouth.

"Rohaan, this isn't your fault, and this isn't Yamna's fault." He spoke slowly, as if carefully choosing his words. 

"Yamna didn't deserve this. She's nothing but pure and good." I spoke from between gritted teeth. 

"It's easy to sometimes look at tragedy as some sort of a punishment, Rohaan." He said. "But we need to think as Muslims. Yes, this is an unbearable pain, a true test of sabr for the parents, but tragedy or hardship is when our faith is truly tested. We need to trust Allah and His plans for us." 

I closed my eyes, leaning my head against his shoulder. "Her pain is killing me, Dad." 

He sighed. "And, yet, this is the time that you need to be the strongest for her, Rohaan." 

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Yamna

A tear ran down the side of my face and onto my mother's lap, where I was resting my head. She was gently running her fingers through my hair, teary-eyed herself. No words were said, no words were required.

"Yamna, sweetheart, I've brought you some soup." Anabia Mama came into the room, holding a tray. "You need to have something, honey." 

"Yes, sunshine." Mama agreed. "Get up and have it." 

I shook my head.

"No arguments, Yamna." Mama spoke in a soft, yet strict voice. "You need the energy." 

"I don't deserve a healthy life after what I caused..." I muttered.

"Oh, Yamna..." Mama sighed. "Don't blame yourself. You are not responsible for this." 

I squeezed my eyes shut. I wanted to shut the world out. "Please leave me alone." 

"Yamna..." 

"Please. Go." My voice rose, even as fresh tears escaped my eyes.

"I'm leaving the tray here, Yamna." Anabia Mama said. "Please have some soup, honey. We're all worried about you." 

The two left the room, and I turned my back towards where she had left the soup, despite feeling pangs of hunger in my stomach.

I lay there long enough for sleep to finally descend over me, and my eyes drifted shut.

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