Choosing The Right Path

12)🐭¤Free Your Mind¤🐭

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Flashback

"Hello? Is anybody else there? Can anybody hear me? Please try and respond!" There was a man screaming at us. I was scared. My leg was caught in the seatbelt and I could not move. Mommy and Daddy said nothing. They didn't move either, "Hello," The man's voice came again, "Anybody?"

"Mummy! Daddy, what's wrong? Wake up! We still have to go see-"

There was the scraping of metal and soon I was pulled out of the squashed coke-can-like remains of my father's car. One of the men that helped to rescue me, now shouted to his friends on the road, "Get down here, there's a baby trapped here as well!" The other men rushed to the scene to the other side of the overturned vehicle and began cutting the left door. All I could do, was stand and watch as the man who saved me, poked and prodded me with several different needles. I didn't even feel the needles pricking my skin.

Then Hamid started to cry. At just over a year old, he still sounded like a baby and couldn't speak much. He just cried and cried, "Jason, his carseat handle had pressed against his chest. Poor fella couldn't even breathe. How's the girl doing?"

"Fine, just a little shaken. We need someone to care for the kids while we get them to the hospital. I'm afraid... The front seat passenger and driver are no more..."

The Present

As I grew older, more puzzel pieces started to fit together. I started to remember more about the night that changed my life. The memories came in the form of bad dreams and these nightmares have never stopped.

I woke up with a jolt. The tears rolled down my face. The pain in my heart grew. I barely got to know my parents before they left to Jannah and that was probably what bothered me the most. I thank Allah everyday that I was not orphaned. I thank Him for my aunt and uncle and even for my cousins. Without them, I wouldn't have something, to call a family. My bed was strewn with tissues and I rubbed my sleepy, wet eyes in anger and frustration. Anger because of how unfair the world was. Frustrated because of the constant nightmares. It was as if the world didn't want me to forget that traumatising night.

"Aamirah?"

Knock knock knock.

"Coming!" I jumped out of bed, threw on a sweater and wore a hijab. With Azlan in the house, I couldn't walk around without one. I grabbed the tissues of my bed, used one to dry my tears, one last time and checked my reflection in the mirror. I had an ensuite, so I quickly threw my tear-soaked tissues into the toilet before opening my door.

"Oh..." It was Azlan. He was shirtless. I avoided looking at him at all costs and simply looked at my feet. "What is it?" Talk about awkward conversations.

"Any plans for today?" Azlan stretched and yawned.

"Why do you ask?"

"Just answer me, Aamirah."

"Who the hell do you think you are? What I do is none of your conern!" I turned to stomp back into my room when his hand clamped around my wrist.

"Wait..." We stared at each other for what seemed like a good 5 minutes before he spoke. "Daniel Gold... He is a jerk and-"

"He is a jerk? And what about you, Mr. Innocent? Listen to me, really carefully. You don't come into my life and try to push me around all of a sudden, ok? And compared to you, anyone would look good."

What an ironic statement. I turned around and slammed my door shut in Azlan's face. My head was spinning. I collapsed onto my bed and massaged my temples. Then it hit me.

How did Azlan know about Daniel? Did he have any idea about him inviting Raeesa and I to Milton Square?

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I entered the kitchen, grabbed a bowl, a box of cereal and milk from the fridge. As I poured milk over my cereal, I watched Azlan focusing intently on his phone screen, his face a picture of utter concentration and frustration.

"Uhm... Azlan?"

"What," His voice held no emotion.

"Is everything alright?"

"Hm."

"C'mon, be honest. You can tell me if something's wrong."

Silence.

I sat down and began to eat, "I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier, okay? I really am. It's just that... Honestly, you have been a total jerk, for a really long time, actually. Ever since I first met you. I hadn't even done anything to you. Why do you seem to hate me so much?"

"You're just annoying."

Ugh.

"You know what? You are just a million and a half times worse than Daniel Gold."

There, I did it. I finally gave Azlan Jabbar a piece of my mind.

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●Definition●
Jannah (Arabic: جنّة Jannah), an eternal place for Muslims, is the Islamic conception of paradise. The Arabic word Jannah is a shortened version meaning simply "Garden". According to Islamic eschatology, after death, one will reside in the grave until the appointed resurrection on Yawm al-Qiyāmah.

I hope that you're all having a lovely day/night :)

I know this chapter is quite short but yeah, I got a sudden burst of inspiration so I just wrote what came to my mind.

Azlan seems to be bipolar.😒

Do you peeps think that Daniel is good/bad? Comment your thoughts and feelings.

Stay fresh 💯.