Moving On

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July 2015

Zarah's POV
It's been 7 years and I still haven't completely moved on but it's going to get better i believe. About a week back a guy came home to ask for my hand in marriage, but I declined saying I needed more time to prepare myself for the journey of marriage after realising he had high hopes for the type of wife he was searching for. I knew my secrets and after meeting him I don't think he would ever accept me as I am. I declined him with a silly reason but in reality I was scared of what would happen If he found out about my past I spoke to Dad and he agreed after i explained my reasons and told them that I needed time to search for someone who wouldn't accept me with my past.

The strangest thing happened about a week ago when I went on my annual check up there was a little girl that looked really pretty with hazel Brown eyes, dark skin and plum lips and she looked about seven years old and when I asked my doctor in attendant she said the girl had been coming there for three years with an orphanage home after she was saved from a motor accident including two men and a lady. I couldn't help but wonder how happy my child would have been when it met someone of its age the bitter half cut memories of my past played back in my head. I was cured of my Obstetric Fistula a year after I was diagnosed but I still had to go for my check up's to keep my health in check owing to the fact that I have birth at an early age which almost ruined my chances of ever being a mother.
"You're pretty" said the little girl staring at me for a while when I came back to sit down.
"Oh, thank you miss. What's your name?" I said picking her and putting her on my lap.
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And now this week since after my mental breakdown I was finally going to resume work. I had a lot of explaining to do and that too a lot of people.

Monday Morning
I woke up at fajr walked into the the toilet and when I was about going out I slipped twisting my ankle in the process but I stood up dusted myself walked to my praying corner and offered my prayer all this while enduring the pain of a sprained ankle, after my prayers I said a small dua and walked over to my princess size dressing mirror and open its right side cupboard which held my first aid kit, I searched for the hot balm and used it to massage my leg and got into the toilet for a warm shower all these while Aisha was fast asleep and I bothered not to wake her up as she was on her monthly period.

I dressed up in my pink atampa which was a skirt and blouse beautifully sown to bring out my shape but not to much and paired it with a similar veil while Aisha wore a green abaya that brought out the colour of her eyes... and no doubt it took her almost an hour to pick out the dress.

Breakfast was brief and Aisha and I walked out into Aisha's brand new Ford that was gifted to her by her dad three weeks ago.

We arrived the office and i walked straight into my boss' office with a salam which he replied and he offered me a sit before I began speaking. "Sir, I apologize for my absence from work over the week as I wasn't quiet okay and was advised a few days of bed rest by my physician. I do hope my job is still valid and I could continue working here" My speech was almost as if from a paper and in my opinion flawless.

"Miss Mustapha, the only reason I'm angry with you is for keeping my girlfriend away from me and that too with a high blood pressure other than that you are good to go, but you would have to visit the BE to apologize for your leave of absence and I would appreciate it if you went before lunch today." Said my boss, Mubarak with a smile on his face.

Ameer's POV

It's been a week since I have seen Zarah, a week since the incident, a week since I found out her relationship with the strange man and a week since I was told he ran away from the hospital where he was admitted. If only I knew what happened in Zarah's past maybe I could wipe away the sad tears that rolled down her eyes anytime she saw him but now i had admitted to my self that I loved her and that I would would do anything to see her happy.

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