Her Encounter | Islamic Story

Chapter 17 ✓

I was breathing heavily trying to carry the box to my room.

"Man! This is heavy," I puffed through my mouth. The lounge was dimly lit, and it was past midnight.

Since I couldn't sleep earlier, so I decided to go in the storeroom and get the box which held my old possessions, more specifically the ones I had when I lived in the hostel. My arms were starting to ache because its heaviness.

I started lowering the box to the ground for its weight was becoming harder to bear. Just before I put it on the floor, the weight of the contents overpowered and the cardboard tore apart and everything went falling down - a few things rolled underneath the furniture, the books fell on my feet and bit of everything went here and there.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed angrily.

It was a bad idea after all to get it out myself. I should have waited till the morning to ask some servant to carry it for me.

I looked at the stuff sprawled on the floor, then looked at my room located in the far corner of the house along with two other empty rooms, barely visible from there.

I sat down on the floor in frustration. Either I could wait till the morning and ask someone else to pick up these things or carry them to my room myself in turns.

I finally chose the latter.

After a struggle of fifteen minutes, I was done. I shut my room's door and sat down exhausted on my bed. The house was unusually quiet at this time of the night. I could even hear the clock ticking in the corridor.

Lifting my gaze from all the stuff on the bed, I looked at the mega-frame of my family in my direct view up ahead and smiled.

We were all laughing in it. My Dad was holding me in his arms while tickling me. Venessa was making a silly pose and Mom was standing by her side in her red swimsuit. She sure looked like a model.

It was the day when we had gone to the beach. How were we to know that a month later my Mom would be killed in cold blood? I was just seven when it happened. No kid should have to go through what I did. My mood was starting to go down as opposed to how excited I was an hour earlier at the idea of seeing my old stuff.

I brought my attention back to my belongings with a heavy heart and went through them quickly. My old mobile, some books, jewellery, my Dad's watch, Mom's locket...

I was ashamed that I hadn't taken my parents' only belongings from that box when I came here.

I opened the side drawer of my bedside table and put both of them inside.

I carried the rest of the papers, books and documents to the small coffee table at the corner of my room.

I checked the time from my mobile when I came to my bed and was surprised to find thay it was already three of the night.

I quickly lied down pulling the white covers on me. I wanted to get maximum sleep because Harry would be coming this morning. Not to mention, I had a meeting in evening with that Muslim girl too.

"Ouch!" I felt a sharp pain in my back as I tossed to my right and sat up immediately.

I fumbled my hand absently in the sheets and finally grabbed that what had pinched me on the back. It was small, cold and metallic. I switched the light on to get a better view.