Alnihayya

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This one is for 123456subha

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It's okay to be a glowstick.
Sometimes we have to break before we shine.

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Mashal

All I could feel was sorrow. Where there once used to be love, joy, light and hope, was now filled with dark, hollow sadness.

I realised that Zeyara had become a part of me and now that I couldn't feel that part of my being, I felt empty.

The Alnihayya crowd was still fast asleep. They had woken up briefly to pray fajr but after that, everyone drifted back to sleep under the clear sky overhead, around the pile of burnt black wood where the fire had been lit up last night.

My thoughts didn't let me sleep any longer so I walked away from the sleeping bodies on the ground.
The chilly morning breeze made the trees ruffle and the grass sway as I strolled with Ibrahim's jacket draped around me. I pulled it tighter as the cold breeze hit me, making me shiver.

Life had been swaying me around this past year, just like the wind was swaying the grass.

I was lost in my own thoughts, staring at the horizon with my sad eyes and arms crossed in front of me.
"Beautiful isn't it?" Ibrahim whispered as he came and stood beside me, gazing at the same part of the sky, where I was looking.
He must've woken up when he realised I wasn't there in my place.

I didn't reply him and kept on staring ahead. I was too fed up to speak.

"The sky is too kind. It doesn't hurt anyone and it cries whenever it sees something bad." He murmured after a while.

I had made a pact with myself only to speak when it was necessary but I just couldn't stop myself after his words.
I strongly disagreed with his viewpoint.
"No it isn't. The sky is cruel. It is so vast and it witnesses all the pain and heartache that people go through but it still doesn't do anything. When it sees someone sad, it laughs. It laughs so hard that tears of happiness ooze out of its eyes as rain."

Ibrahim turned his head around to face me as soon as I completed my sentence. He had an incredulous look on his face. He opened his mouth to say something but then instead of voicing his thoughts, he swallowed them and looked away.

"Mashal..... I think you should go back to Manchester now." He sighed, sucking in the sweet morning air.

I gritted my teeth and bit my bottom lip to stop myself from saying anything. Even though I had spent my whole life there but Manchester seemed like such a distant place now.

It was not my home anymore.
My home was wherever Zeyara was.

"You need to continue your life." He added after sensing that I wasn't going to reply.

This time I couldn't contain myself and I burst out, releasing my emotions that I didn't even know I was holding.

"And pretend that none of this happened? I never met Zeyara, that I never got married and that I never lost him?"