Mile jabse tum

chapter 37. The saviour

(I will update once this and the previous chapters atleast complete 100 votes)

Arhan pov.

Dad's words made me go numb, like she don't know much about her childhood, as does that means she don't know she was somehow given away or anything like that.

This thought made my heart crumble.

Few thoughts crossed my mind and one did catch my attention, but why did they sent me knowing dadi has only killed dada.

"So you still chose to send me to mental asylum knowing that dadi had killed dada" I asked as I felt my eyes burning.

There was a silence for a few seconds when dad spoke,

"I-it was not a mental asylum really, I made if for you, so that dadi won't target you" I saw tears in his eyes.

A lump formed in my thorat, I closed my eyes sighing heavily,

"But still you didn't even cared about visiting once or even talking to me after we shifted abroad" I said as some tears left my eyes.

"I-it was hard for us" mom said stuttering badly. 

Now the only voice that can be heard is silence, the past is torn out and behind the torn part there is still the fresh scar,

Which is burning now, the lies and the truth both are same, there is no difference , one after one misunderstanding.

Nothing seems right, truth is not digestible and lies are living in brain rent free.

Thousand of thoughts in mind, and therefore thousand of questions and I don't have a single clue about it

Mom and dad left few minutes ago, saying that I should take care of myself.

I gathered my self and prayed asar at home only, because I have only few minutes before the time gets over.

I tried my best to not think about anything else while I pray, but still sometimes I got distracted.

The time, my head and nose touched the ground I lost it, A sob left my mouth as numerous flashbacks played in my mind.

The blood, the gun shot, the mental asylum, the screams and what not, every single thing played in my mind making me miserable.

I didn't utter a word but my tears did, they spoke things I couldn't, a lump formed in my thorat.

"Ya allah"

"Al-raheem"

"Al-Quddus"

"Please do something, I can't tolerate anymore, it's getting harder day by day"

"I know sabr is hard but" a cry left my mouth,

"But, I am feeling like loosing, I am not feeling like myself anyone, I am feeling like a life less human who is just pretending to live" a loud sob left my mouth.

"You know everthing please do something, please show me some signs that I should keep going"

"You are the most merciful I know you will help me, if I call you and I am calling you now and then, please do something,  please" I begged while the cries got louder and the tears didn't stopped at all.

"Please I beg you" I begged again and again, few minutes went by when the tears stopped and the time of maghrib came.

I am sitting on that exact place on bed after i came back from maghrib namaz,  I am not able to move because my body has gone numb, there is lot in my mind,