Islam Is My Diamond

Chapter 7- Is This A Dream

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I was shocked as soon as he walked in; it was so weird seeing him here. Isn't he supposed to be at work managing his business instead of coming to a hospital full of sick people. It's not like he cared about his niece.

"Me and Ella just remembered that we need to go run some errands. We will be back later to check on you. Love you, salam" and just like that Laila and Ella were out the door.

It was just me and my uncle. He was standing there so awkwardly looking so lost, and I think right now he was deciding between wither to sit or stand. I think my mouth was opened from surprise, because the first thing I heard him say was,"close your mouth before you swallow a fly. We don't want you to choke, now do we?"

Like he would care.

Why is he here in the first place? Regardless, I closed my mouth quickly before anything flies in it. Being stuck in this hospital is depressing, and I don't want to give the doctors another reason to keep me in this prison longer.

"What are you doing here? Why is it all of a sudden you are starting to care?" I asked him this with a look of confusion, surprise, and hurt.

"I am here to see how you are doing. I was so worried about you when you didn't wake up these past two days," he looked so serious telling me this. I waited a couple of seconds thinking he would start laughing and say this was a joke, but none of that happened.

Instead it was me who cracked up. Seriously, is this the same dude who ignored me all these years, and did he just say 'he was worried.' I laughed even harder when i thought about it. What made me stop laughing though was the soft throbbing in my head (indicating that the medication is finally starting to kick in), and the sound of my uncle clearing his voice.

I looked up at my uncle who was looking at me with a look that made me feel like a monkey with four hands,"I am sorry, Did I say something funny?"

"You did actually. You just said you were worried about me. All my life, I had spent it living with you and not even once have you shown me any sign's of affection. You weren't their when I needed a shoulder to lay on when I needed it most, and every time I wanted to talk you I was always pushed away. Not once in my life have you ever asked me how was school or treated me like I was your only family living with you and actually knew about you existence. I desperately wanted to feel like I wasn't alone in this world and I got to the point were I quit trying to make you notice me, but in the end it was always your work that mattered more."

I felt like a huge wight has been lifted off my shoulders after letting out my feelings to the only person I knew that was related to me by blood. What I didn't expect though was his reply.

"I did care, and I still do," he said in a low voice that was near a whisper. There was a long silence after that. It was like he was trying to remember something and debating on wither to tell me or not. The silence was killing me so I decided to break the ice.

"Then why?" I asked calmly.

He looked at me quickly forgetting that I was there. After what seemed like hours he finally answered me, "Me and your father were more then just brothers; we were best friends. The company that we owned was our hang out and work place. The company was going great and we decided that if it stays like this we would pass it down to our kids so they can take care of it. Then came the tragic disease that took over his body and led to his death. It was the worst thing that ever happened to me and your mother. It was so unimaginable, he was fine the other day and in the emergency room the next. Your mother was so in pain she looked like death, for your sake she kept on trying to keep breathing so the child inside of her would survive. Sadly, she couldn't make it after giving birth.

I knew she wouldn't have made it. Your parents were so in love that it hurt her in so many ways when he passed away. When she was in her death bed she left me with a promise and a child to take care of. She told me that she wants me to be your guardian and that I was the only person she can trust. She also made me promise to make sure nothing happens to you. You were the only thing I had left from my dear old brother; you are a part of him. Every time I look at you I see him and it got to painful for me, it still is. I wanted to give you out for adoption, but I couldn't both because I would break the promise and it would feel like I was giving away part of my brother. Part of the reason why I have been working so hard in my business is because the company will be passed down to you, and I want it to be in a good position so it would be easy for you when it is in your hands and also it was another way to distract me from the past. Please understand, I am sorry I never meant to make you feel like you were nothing to me, because you are the only thing that's making me want to keep breathing."

By the end of his explanation, I was in tears and I felt bad about everything. I wanted to take back everything I felt about him. I judged the guy without hearing his side of the story. He still shouldn't have left me hanging thinking that he wants nothing to do with me.

"You could have at least told me something," I sniffed.

"I didn't know how, except putting KitKat under your door when you begged your nanny to give you chocolate and she wouldn't give you," he chuckled causing the corners of his eyes to wrinkle showing me how much he has aged from the last time I have noticed.

"That was you!" I said this with a huge smile on my face. "I thought it was one of the servants in the kitchen or something."

"Well I am glad you know it was me now," he was smiling now, a real smile one I have never seen on his face.

"Thank you," I told him.

"I wish I could have done more," he said his mouth turning in a slight frown.

"You did actually. You let that horrible nanny go away," my uncle once came in the living room to get something when he saw my nanny slapping me on the face for eating a cookie one of the servants got me, and she thought I stole it from the jar. My uncle was yelling at her and told her to pack her stuff and never come back. I was 10 at the time, and old enough to take care of myself. I never thought he actually cared at the time. I thought he just wanted a reason to let her go, and he finally found an excuse to let her go. Nobody in the whole villa even liked her.

"I had to let that nanny go. She can't hit a child! It hurt me to see her big hands slapping a small face just for eating a cookie before dinner," he winced when he remembered the scene that happened 9 years ago.

"I am glad that was over."

"I heard you changed your name to Amal. When your friend told me the first day I came to the hospital I made a few calls to have your birth certificate and passport changed, and yesterday I was just filling a few paper work to have it done. Why did you change it anyways? Do you have to when you convert to Islam?"

"No, you don't have to. I wanted to change it to start a new page in my life. Forget the past and focus on the future. Who named me Ruby anyways?"

His face turned sad when I asked him. He replied anyways and told me, "when your father found out you mother was pregnant. I was the first one to know and he told me, 'If she is a girl I want her name to be Ruby, so that she would be like a sparkling red ruby diamond that's expensive to him. If he is a boy, I want to name him Adrian because it reminded him of the Adriatic sea' so technically it was your father who named you Ruby."

"Cool," I said yawning. The medicine was kicking in and I felt like sleeping. It was getting harder to keep my eyes open every time I blink.

"I should get going. I will come tomorrow and pick you up from the hospital. Goodbye," he said. He got up and walked to the door. By the time the door closed I entered a world of dreamland.

"O you who believe, let not a people ridicule [another] people; perhaps they may be better than them; nor let women ridicule [other] women; perhaps they may be better than them. And do not insult one another and do not call each other by [offensive] nicknames. Wretched is the name of disobedience after [one's] faith. And whoever does not repent  - then it is those who are the wrongdoers"

"Is not Allah the most just of judges?" al-tin verse 8

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