•escape•
❛a form of temporary distraction from reality or routine❜
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"What is your story?"
"What are you trying to escape?" ,
shall be their first questions to you.
Whether you travel like Liya,
are into photography like Helen,
or obsessed wi...
In the name of Allah, the Entirely Merciful, the Especially Merciful.
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Liya, Helen and Minha were still conversing about life and it's many many problems when a teenager with a bluish Hijab on, earphones hanging from her ears right to the pocket in her hoodie worn on top of her abaya, began walking towards the same corniche they were all seated in.
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They all stopped talking the moment they noticed her and began scrutinizing her, for she was clearly, their next target.
She walked closer towards the area, took her mobile phone out and gently sat down on the wet green grass.
She devoted a few moments to ponder upon the nature around her, constantly muttering something in a soft voice as she felt mesmerized by every tiny matter in existence that her gaze had landed upon.
They also observed how a genuine smile instantly graced her lips as tears welled within her eyes and how she hugged herself to her chest and gazed up at the night sky.
She stayed that way for a while until she finally unlocked her phone, clicked something open and invested her complete concentration into it.
By the way she held her phone horizontally and adjusted her earphones again , they were sure she was watching something. As the question, 'what is she escaping from and how?' was constantly being jumpy within their minds, they decided to examine the change in her features, taking place continually.
First, she smiled amidst tears of joy and gratitude as she probably heard something related to that. This surprised Minha the most. Her features conveyed the emotion Minha always wanted to experience. The happiness of being in love. Yes, that's what it looked like. This not only triggered eagerness or curiosity in Minha's mind but also a sense of jealousy and envy.
Minha couldn't accept the fact that although she did everything in her capability to attract men and hopefully have someone fall in love with her, this emotion was something she could never experience. She worked day and night just for the one thing she knew she could never achieve - to feel loved.
