my stepsister (book2##)

Thirty nine

ZARA

It is not easy watching your mother laid on the bed virtually lifeless, and you being the cause of it, everytime I walk into the hospital fresh memories of what happened rushes back to me.

It has been a week since Marwa died and Marwan leaving for Malaysia. Those 7 days and the rest of the days to come are and will officially be my worst time of existence.

It has been a week since I last saw Zayed, and my stepsister muna has been a little distant for no reason - at least not that I know of

It has been a week and still my mother lays unconscious, and me finding it difficult to bear it, although my step father and jafar are doing there best to make me feel better, if only i had that word in my dictionary, if only..

It has been a week since I have started teaching at a school in an orphanage after my step father and jafar's persuasions, they want me to move on, but it's like I'm falling more apart, I am not moving, my time has stopped.

I folded my prayer mat and sat on the bed with my hijab with my two hands up together praying to my God, praying to Allah, the merciful. "YaAllah, I depend on you. I have no power of my own. When things are going well for me, I know they have come from you and that I have no power of my own. In my trials I  rely on you. In my temptations I trust in you. My success is in your hands and so is my life. I have no power of my own. Ya Jabaar, Ya Kareem, I cannot do without you. Save me from all evil and guide my going out and coming in , now and forever more. Amen"

I finished praying and removed my hijab. I laid on the bed and closed my eyes, drifting to nowhere, and from that I didn't know how I dozed off.

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"I don't know, come on.. what's wrong with Zayed. Can't he just at least glance at this and help me remember something " Amira said with furrowed brows.

She brought out her phone to cal Ahmad " Ahmad, if you are free can we meet up please... what....no....okay bye" she sighed, Ahmad didn't want to meet her, he claimed to be busy now that maybe he'll come over to her house in the evening after he's done doing whatever he's doing

She stood up and left the kitchen to her room, she jumped on her bed and threw the lighter aiming the trash, almost giving up on everything. First, Ahmad has changed although he tries to act normal, but it is so obvious that something's wrong with him. And Zayed ,sir Zayed decided to transform into an introvert and gets himself distracted with work. All in all, none of them want help from their sister, and it's killing her. But an oath is an oath, she had vowed to make things right and so she stood up and picked up the lighter , planning some ideas inside her head.

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"Ahlain"

Zayed who was so engrossed in his work paused as he heard the voice of the speaker. He doesn't have to look up to know who it is , for he had known that voice for over a decades long ago.

The scent, the fragrance of her scent so familiar that it took him five years back to his memories, when things were almost good.

As the person realized that Zayed whether or not have heard him , either way he decided not to acknowledge the person's presence . So the person moved towards Zayed with a click of shoe, as yet Zayed did not look up or tried to -but remained glued to his laptop.