Conflicting Emotions (Muslim Love Story)

20) Flat Line

Hey guys !! Long time no chapter !

Well no worries I'm back !!

On a serious note I havent got much feedback on the last couple chapters so can u please let me know how I'm doing and how you guys like the story since it's almost about to finish ??

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Asma xx

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*Chriatmas Break*

The happiest time of the year for most people was the saddest for me. Although I didn't celebrate Christmas, I'd enjoy the winter holidays - that is if I had attended school for the first semester of my senior year. It wasn't too hard on my studies since I was a straight A student and had done some of my senior courses during my junior year but still, i had to attend school and graduate.

So it all started one snowy evening when I was sitting in my bedroom window staring at all the holiday cheer being spread around the city, the groups of teenagers huddled in groups with their Starbucks and Tim Hortons coffees and whatnot, there was a knock on my bedroom door.

Following my regular routine I didn't answer the door and my mom came in.

"Someone's here to see you."

I don't answer. My usual routine

"I'll send them in." And she walks out. As per routine.

I don't bother looking away from the window as Aun walks into the room. He sits down across from me and starts talking. Like he's been doing for the past couple days

"Aaliyah, I know this is hard for you but you have to stay strong, for you, for him, he's not gone, miracles can happen and hopefully he'll come back. But- and don't think I'm being insensitive, if you ever change your mind, if he doesn't make it or whatever," he pauses " give me another chance.. I can't see you like this okay - think about it please" and he gets up to leave as of routine but I stop him.

"Or whatever ?!? Or WHATEVER!?! Whatever as in he DIES?!" I scream "even IF he dies I will never give ANY guy a chance let alone an insensitive biggot like you!" I scream tears blurring my vision.

Without knowing what I'm doing I move towards him, my eyes set on his throat "what the hell!" Is all he gets out before I clasp my hands around his throat and squeeze. I can hear stomps on the stairs but I squeeze until I'm ripped away from him by my brother and my mom. They make sure Aun is okay and then come to me asking what I was trying to do.

"He said of Akbar doesn't make it or 'whatever'" was my answer before I cuddled into my mother's lap and fell asleep in tears once again.

Everyone I knew had tried to get me to a doctor -which I strictly refused

The next morning I finally decided to go see him it was Christmas Eve and even though I don't celebrate Christmas I wanted to spend it with him, I couldn't bear seeing all that joy when he was next to dead.

As I sat staring at his greying face, I thought about how the once handsome, cocky and laughing Akbar was gone.

One lonely tear slipped out of my right eye as a dreadful sound pierced my eardrums I stood up on full alert as doctors rushed in and out not bothering to move me since they knew I wouldn't.

He had flat lined.

"Time of death. December 25, 2014 12:00am" a doctor reported and wrote it down on his clipboard.

Still in shock I screamed "NO!" And ran to grab his hand. I clasped it tightly as if he held my life within him, to be honest, he did.

As my warm hand touched his cold one, I felt something that I couldn't really put my finger on. But I knew he wasn't dead, he couldn't be. I just knew it.

As if on cue the monitor went into overdrive and I saw Akbar's body move for the first time in ages, not the blink of an eye or the twitch of a finger,but his body started bouncing like crazy on the hospital bed he was in.

"What the hell!" The lead doctor said just before he started barking orders.

I was escorted out of the room by two security guards - you could say I had gone completely crazy. Well you would too if the love of your life was declared dead then the first movement you see is his lifeless body flopping around on the hospital bed then as if to top it off the lead Doctor decides to not know what the hell is going on !

*2 Weeks Later - January 8*

Ring Ring.

The ringing of the house phone awoke me at 1 am that night - well who am I kidding I wasn't asleep anyways. Like the past six months, I was laying in bed replaying the times I've had with Akbar, from our childhood to reuniting the past year.

I slowly grumbles a few profanities as I pushed my way out of bed.

"Hello?"

"Hello A-Aaliyah, h-he's a-awake!" That was the voice of his mother. A woman who had almost lost her one and only son. She was in tears with joy and that caused me to tear up too.

For the first time in forever, I felt alive.

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Hey guysss

So short and very sad chapter !!

Don't worry ! Things might get better !! Or worse. Who knows :O

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Asma xx