A Muslim's Past [COMPLETED]

Chapter 16

Hasnain's POV

It had been a week since I had come back to Canada. My dad's condition had improved a lot and they were now stable but I didn't really want to leave. I was lucky

I was on my way back from the hospital having visited my father. I was walking along the street when someone across the street caught my eye.

And there she was. Standing at the bus stop.

Hannah

She hadn't noticed me but if she so much as tilted her head to the right, she would see me. I wanted to speak to her. But I was frozen. I hadn't seen her since Pakistan.

I wanted to go up to her, to help explain what I did. But I couldn't find any excuse or any justification for what happened. How could I? What I did was not justifiable and could not be excuse. Before I could make a decision, the bus arrived and she got on.

I walked away trying to get her out of her head. But I couldn't. When I walked in through the front door, Hassan looked at me,

"What happened to you? You look as if you saw a ghost."

"I saw Hannah." I didn't wait for his reply before I went up to my room and locked the door.

I should have said something. Tried to speak to her. Why was I such a coward? She did not deserve what I did to her. I never intended to hurt her.

I noticed something on my desk. I got up and went to see what it was.

A ticket. Bhai must have booked my flight.

It was for two days.

Maybe it was a good thing. Being here would bring back too many memories. I had managed to escape to a different country away from what I had ran from and maybe I should remain there.

I wished I hadn't come. Selfish I know. But seeing Hannah made me realise how much I didn't deserve Amrah.

Okay, whoa. Where did that come from? I didn't even have her. Why was I thinking like that for?