After talking to Baba, I felt this new courage that I had never felt before.
I didn't know why though, so I was very confused and but very happy at the same time.
"Musamma, call 911!"
My heart dropped. I picked up my phone from my bed as fast as my legs could carry me. I dialed 911 and started talking in a panicked voice.
"My Baba told me to call 911, and I don't know why can you just get someone out here please, Ya Allah. Can you please get someone out here please, please, please I just need an ambulance!"
"Mam'n Please stay on the phone, and tell me what is going on?" I hear her saying in a calm voice, while I'm running to the room where my Baba is."
There is quite a scene there, I see blood on my Baba, and I see him on the ground, holding his chest and repeating "Ya Allah"
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The Hijabi Always Wins
General FictionMusamma can never get over, the feeling that boy gave her. It wasn't heartbreak, it was the feeling of heartbreak, it was the feeling of love. The feeling that, the boy gave her can never be replaced. Except by Allah (SWT). Watch the journey of thi...
