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D-50

Dedicated to Meromada for her sincere comments and sweetness :)

Chapter 6 : - 50 days

"And who-other than those who have utterly lost their way-could ever abandon the hope of his Lord’s mercy?"

Surat al-Hijr 15:56

I'm in in senior year and will never graduate. Ahmad couldn’t get rid of this little voice talking in his head since the start of the school year. The head teacher made his speech and everyone was excited to see each other again.

Everyone actually wanted to tell how they spent their summer. Well Ahmad had spent them at home and unfortunately at the hospital too. Two crises it is how he'd describe his holidays. He had been close to death but didn’t die. Paler, he lost weight, words sometimes and energy but he didn’t lose his hope in Allah. All the contrary, his faith in Allah increased as well as his supplications. He accomplished his prayers at time and went to Masjid every day. He was present at conferences and was thirsty of knowledge and practiced as best as he could. He simply wanted to be a better Muslim and wasn’t perfect but tried to.

His parents have never been that proud of him. He was the son they've always wanted and they prayed for him every day.

Talking about days, Ahmad wasn’t counting anymore. He wasn’t ready to die, who would be ready to face his Lord? However he had hope he'd live, he had hope in Allah.

"This year we're together!" Amir screamed after reading the list.

"I was feeling so alone without you two last year."

Zayd laughed. "Seriously! I don’t know why but I feel it's going to be a great year!" Amir smiled but his genuine smile immediately faded when he looked at Ahmad.

"That's okay Amir i know what you want to say." Ahmad gestured him to calm down." Really. And you're right it's going to be a great year Insha’Allah"

"We'll have fun!" Zayd added.

"The trio's back!" They yelled before making their way to their class.

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"Sorry" Ahmad said "I was talking with Zayd and Amir"

"It's okay." Firdaws replied, typing on her phone.

They both silently walked back home. September was fresh and leaves had already fallen. Each of their footstep was a concert of scratching leaves. Suddenly Ahmad dropped the keys he was playing with on the ground. Firdaws stopped and continued texting while he bent down to take them. Texting her friends, she hasn’t paid attention to Ahmad who couldn’t move an inch now.

The keys were in his hands but he couldn’t move. His heart pounded abnormally. His breathing shortened and he felt dizzy all of a sudden. He closed his eyes and tried to forget the pain but he couldn’t forget it. It reminded him of the crisis he had during summer. He needed to breath but that was almost impossible. I'm going to die he thought. Inhale. Exhale. He remembered Dr Seanfil's words and followed the instructions as best as he could. However he was bent and this exercise was even more difficult. With a thud, he fell on the grass. Thankfully it softened his fall.

"Ahmad! Are you okay?" Firdaws suddenly yelled. "No, no everything is going to be alright." She added whilst taking his bag and taking his medicines.