A Muslim's Past [COMPLETED]

Chapter 10

Amrah's POV

Uthman was on his way to recovering and he had basically returned back to normal. Alhamdulillah. He still had to get checked up by the doctors but I was fine with that as long as he was alive.

Ugh, why wasn't my stupid phone working? This was so annoying. I sat there looking at my phone when Uthman came and sat next to me. He looked angry.

"What's wrong?" I asked him. He said nothing and just showed me his phone. I glanced to see what he was showing. A text conversation. Taking the phone from his hand, I read the texts. I felt sympathy for my brother. I knew what it was like to be the odd one out in our family.

"Don't worry, you have me. The best sister in the whole world." He pulled a face and left me staring at my stupid phone. My phone beeped. Yay! My phone was working again. I looked at who it was.

Hasnain.

"Who is it?" my mother asked.

"Um, Rania." I winced as I lied. What happened to me being a good daughter? I really was pathetic. I opened the text and replied to him. But with every letter I typed I filled with increasing guilt at the lie I had told. I wasn't doing anything wrong, I tried to convince myself. But it wasn't really working.

I heard the home phone ringing and I winced as I remember the fear that used to go through me every time I heard it and praying it wasn't him.

-Start flashback-

"Leave me alone, I have no idea who you are." He laughed at me.

"It's a simple favour that I need, why can't you do it? I won't bother you again." I was utterly confused. Who was this person? And how was this a simple favour? He walked closer to me so I could feel his breath.

"How's Hamzah?"

Hamzah.

My heart dropped. How did he know who Hamzah was? Fear set in quick and my head went into overdrive. That was impossible. No, he couldn't know. It was a bluff. But what about if he did know? And he told my parents all the wrong stuff and he twisted everything. With tears in my eyes, I spoke,

"What do you want me to do?"

-End flashback-

I still regret what happened with Hamzah all the time. But I knew that all I could do was repent. I couldn't change the past but I could build my future. I very rarely thought about it because it was the cause of so many bad things in my life, that I didn't even want to think about it. I know that he used me and manipulated me much like most of the men I had ever had the pleaseure of knowing. But I also know that I shouldn't have been so easily influenced. My regret was always there but I always did dua that Allah Ta'ala would forgive me for that.

Hasnain's POV

I didn't know what to say when I walked in through my front door. I was shocked. How could this happen? I wanted to rip my hair out.

Everything was gone!

I walked around my flat. The TV, the kettle, the toaster, the microwave, my laptop. I wanted to smash something, but fortunately there was nothing for me to smash. I saw the fridge in its corner, gee why didn't you take the fridge?

I literally had nothing. How was I supposed to do anything? Forget that, how was I supposed to ever get everything back? I wanted to find who did and break their arms.

After I cooled down, I called the police to report the robbery. I mean I couldn't do much else. Straight after, I called the insurance company. But they asked me so many questions I wanted to throw my phone across the floor. But I couldn't do that. It was one of the few possessions I had remaining.

I was so hungry and walked over to the fridge. You have got to be kidding. They had devoured my food. My anger rose again. Who would dare to take my food? I wanted to kill them.

Walking out of my apartment to the local store, I saw a man selling The Big Issue. I bought one. I had never been fond of giving money to the homeless because you never knew what they were going to do with the money. But at least with The Big Issue, I knew these people were trying to better their lives and make a living. I smiled at the man and he thanked me. It made me think about how much I used to waste money. These people were in desperate need of it and I had used it up like the oxygen we breath.

- Start flashback -

I loved this feeling.

I couldn't describe it but it was like I was in the clouds. My head was feeling light. It felt good, real good. Everything felt surreal, everything was different but the same. I started laughing, for what I don't know. But all my stress seemed to melt away, I felt like life could throw anything at me and I'd be ready.

Everything was going well for me. I could have sworn I could hear my heart beating and my head felt it was spinning. How could I ever give this up? Nothing could beat this feeling.

- End flashback -

I honestly didn't know what I was thinking in those days. I missed my mother and I guess that was my way of coping. But I knew that was no excuse.

I sighed and I picked up my phone. Amrah had texted me back. I replied back to her and put my phone away.

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I looked up at the building. It seemed professional enough, but I was scared. I took a deep breath and walked in. There was a weird sort of aroma about the place, I just wanted this over and done with.

It looked more like a place where I would go to get my hair cut more than anything else. I noticed a man in a black t-shirt. His arms were covered with tattoos, you could barely distinguish where one ended and the next started. He noticed me and spoke,

"Hello, how are you sir? How may I help you?" Wow, this guy was polite. He seemed like he was a honest enough person.

"Hi, I'm fine. Thanks. I'm Hasnain. I had booked an appointment for 2."

"Ah, yes of course. We spoke on the phone. Please take a seat and your artist will be with you shortly." he gestured towards a black leather sofa and I sat down. I sighed. It was a lot of money, but I knew it would be worth it in the end. Every time I saw it, it reminded me of everything I'd done. I had to get rid of it.

It seemed like I waited for hours before my artist came. I was glad when I as finally walking out of there. My chest still had a stinging sensation, but as long as it would go I didn't care of the pain I got to get rid of it. I glanced at my watch. I had some time to get to my lecture so I grabbed a coffee and a snack before I went.

My lecture was long and tiring. I was glad when it finished. I felt shattered but I had a lot of work to do. I had tutor in an hour and an assignment due in for it that was only half-complete. I didn't really want to go out today to the restaurant that we had planned to go to, but I guess it was good to go out now and again. My phone was buzzing. It was Carter.

"Oi, what are you doing today?"

"I'm going out." Carter feigned shock.

"The wild Hasnain has decided to leave his natural habitat." He laughed. He thought that was funny. I didn't.

"Ha ha, you're so funny," I said dryly.

"I know I'm funny, thanks. Where were you this morning? Nobody answered your door."

"You know I have a life outside of you." I avoided his question deliberately. I didn't want him to find out about my appointment.

"Could've fooled me," he replied. He continued speaking but I was concentrating on the stinging on my body. It still felt weird. I would just be glad when I had got rid of it.