Someone Else's Diary

11. And lifted me almost touching.

Mariam

It was half past twelve and I couldn't believe we both were so careless to lose her stuff, she told me that tomorrow she would go and search for it...well I can accompany her.

My phone rang, it was Amina again.
"My wallet has been found!" She squealed.

"Oh Alhamdulillah how did you get It?" I asked curiously, Her wallet was found within a night or what?.

"I've not got it yet...but it has been found!" She squealed again....ugh

"Ok stop shouting..who found it and where is It?" I asked sitting up on my bed.

"Well some person called before five minutes and said so and so the thing is with him and he said he would return it tomorrow," She spoke so fast.

"Nice..but who is going to get it from him?" I asked.

"We only," she chuckled.

"Haha fine ask him to come to the same place tomorrow and we will get It," I said and hung up.

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"Assalamu alaikum I'm standing near the information desk can you come fast?" The person said (who had the wallet).

"Ohh Walaikum asalam you're a Muslim?" Amina asked exclaimed.
And he said something I didn't hear only.

We both walked to the information desk which was at the end of the First floor.

All of a sudden we both got a mini heart attack seeing the person.
''It's Fahir," I said feeling the astonishment in my voice.

"What the hell," Amina said gritting her teeth.

"It's okay just get the wallet and we will go immediately," I said walking coolly.

"But it all looks like a plan!" She hissed as we got near.

"Umm, this must be yours... Miss?" Fahir asked extending her wallet.

Amina snatched it immediately and his eyes grew wide.
"Excuse me you could have taken it slowly right?" He said exhausted.

"Oh yeah I know..well muchas gracias for giving back my wallet as I had lost it," she said stressing on as I had lost it.

"No hay de qué," He muttered don't mention in Spanish.

"Okay...Umm thanks and Assalamu alaikum," I said trying to be friendly.

"Walaikum asalam you're welcome", he said and walked before we could leave... he must have been pissed off with how Amina behaved.

"Why Amina why?" I asked pinching her.

"You don't see? He must have stolen It!" She spoke trying hard to explain or prove her point.

"This is nonsense..if it was like that he wouldn't have returned it and it looks like he never even opened your wallet," I rolled my eyes.

"But it looks like he stole it purposely....maybe he wanted to see us again," She said and dragged me...well he didn't steal and it's obvious. Poor Fahir.

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I parked my car and rushed into the hospital as it was an emergency case due to an unforeseen complication and it was also a C-section delivery of a baby through a surgical incision in the mother's abdomen and uterus.

I wore my deep cranberry scrubs, my latex-free surgical gloves and my mask, we rushed into the OT.

The baby was born without any more complications and the mother was also healthy. I came out and removed my mask and gloves as I saw Dr Zaid.

"Seems like your a very talented doctor," he spoke cheesy as he always did since I joined the hospital but I never told Zahran about this, I think it's unnecessary.
As he and Zaid were almost friends.

"Thanks, Mr Zaid," said lowering my gaze as I walked past him.

"Hey! Wait," He said coming back

"I heard you're getting married to Dr Zahran? Is It?" His eyebrows were raised reading the creases of his forehead.

"Alhamdulillah yes," I said controlling my disgust...he's always back of me.

"Hmm but I think you never thought about us?" He said smiling devilish.

"I'm sorry..as I told you we are friends and we work together so please don't think anything else after this!" I said almost shivering.

"Well I don't know what you see in that small young lad," he said laughing. He meant Zahran I knew it's obvious.

"Excuse me I have to pray will you just go now?" I spat in disgust and walked fast.

I prayed Zuhr at the hospital, I wore my hijab and came out of the prayer room as I walked in the corridors talking to my aunt who called me up.

I tripped and fell to my face as my phone slipped out of my hand and my hijab almost went undone.
Someone caught me by my hands and lifted me almost touching my bosom. Damn It, if I could just get a hammer to split open his head. The psychopath Zaid.

"What the hell! How dare you touch me" I shouted as he took his hands off me.

"Hello, what's wrong? You literally fell to your face and I just helped and you're shouting at me? What manners Dr Mariam!" He said smirking.

"Just shut up! And yeah thanks for your bloody help which was not at all required," I glared at him as I got my phone and ran off from his sight.

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Glossary:

Scrubs: Sanitary clothing worn by surgeons.

Yours truly *tries to learn self-defence techniques against Zaid*
~storiesfromahijabi