Someone Else's Diary

12. The day I actually saw her.

Quran (4:76) - "Those who believe fight in the cause of Allah..."

Zahran

Fahir was so offended with Amina.
He looked extremely frustrated as he ate his dinner with me.

"Woman are never thankful, are they?" Fahir asked with a fake half smile.

"Chill man she must have not known you before and since you were staring at her that day at the mall she would have thought like that," I said as I took a spoonful of my shrimp scampi.

"So what, pretty things should be admired man," he chuckled.

"Harami!" I hit his arm playfully.

"Stop acting Zahran! As if you never drooled for Mariam Sulaiman?!" He said winking with a devilish side smirk.

"Ughh...Enough after a month, we'll be married."

I said trying to look serious, shrugging it off.

"But didn't you plan it all since she was in high school?" He asked eyeing me critically stifling a smile.

"I know right," I said drifting into my thoughts.

Flashback;

Feb 13th 2008, 7.43PM

I tripped and fell as I ran down the staircase.
I could not believe what my professors were talking about at the X-Ray room, they were talking about murdering some woman.

By injecting an empty syringe into the veins of the brain and the air would enter into the cardiovascular system and which causes Air embolism.

I could never digest such an inhuman act, I decided to go and see who that woman was and I promised I would let her escape.

I sneaked into the garage and turned on the lights as I saw the womans ....girl's hands pulled and tied to her ankle while her mouth was covered tightly with a duct tape.

The girl was completely drenched in sweat and she fainted.
I turned her and tore off the rope which acted like a harness on her body, she didn't wake up or stretch, she remained idol.

I removed the duct tape from her mouth so carefully as if I was handling a flower petal... I should stop exaggerating.

I could not stop admiring this female in my hands who was unconscious.
I ran out and got my water bottle from my bag and sprinkled it on her face.

Her eyes, all golden and glowing, an Amber. looking like a smooth scotch or whiskey swirling in a cut glass.

Just to close after a few seconds, she had huge eyes, this female looked so serene and peaceful in my arms I never wanted to move her.
She shifted and stretched slightly relaxing her limbs.

I could see the marks of the rope which had cut the porcelain skin of hers. I decided to stop admiring and I carried her and put her on my shoulders like she was hanging like a sack of potatoes...I mean roses maybe not potatoes, she was not responding to anything at all.

I walked out carrying her and Alhamdulillah there were only two watchmen, who were already dozing off and thankfully I used the back gate since the gates at other sides were busy with people of course.

I put her on the bench beside me as I examined her ID card.
Hmm
Mariam Sulaiman
Grade 11... bla bla.

Mariam Sulaiman

I repeated to myself.

Mariam...

Just a common name which meant pure but rolled off smoothly out of my tongue and it felt so beautiful.

I decided to drop her off at her house which was in Abu-Dhabi.

It took me almost hours and hours to reach Abu Dhabi. As we started from GMU my university at Ajman...and the best part, we travelled on my motorcycle. Though I had struggle riding with an unconscious Female, I secretly enjoyed it.

Thankfully I found her house by midnight and there was no one inside, except the watchman who immediately came running to me seeing this Female. He let me go inside the house and I placed her slowly and carefully on their enormous couch.

Oh! Her chain got stuck with my shirt button. I removed it off grinning as I tucked a strand of hair behind her ears. I wonder when I would see her again.
I rode my HD motorcycle til my house, just smiling and enjoying the air hitting my face.

So this is the day I actually saw her, my whole world changed towards her, she became my everything, while I seemed nothing without her.

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I woke up all of a sudden at night disturbed by my phone ringing. It was the cops.

End of Flashback.

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Glossary:

Harami: The Hindi Word "Harami" which refers to the word "Haram" meaning illegitimate- means a person who was born illegitimately.

Yours truly
~storiesfromahijabi