3)Silent For His Sake(Completed)Edited

6:Give me 12 days (edited).

Life is not easy, and everyone is fighting their own battles; do not judge.

Whatever situation you are in, Allah knows that He will never put you in a situation you cannot handle.

Anisa:
He has been messaging me for a week now, and today I noticed a missed call, which I chose to ignore even though I felt bad about answering. Every time I picked up my phone, I turned off the internet, set it aside, and focused on reading, but my mind kept wandering—something I can not do again after all these years—and it hurts a lot.

Another painful memory is the time I told Mayra I liked Ayman, but she told me that Ayman had already shown interest in her, so who was I to step in and break them up?She had cheated on him once, but I had assumed that she would change, so I kept quiet and did not tell anyone. Now that Ayman had told me everything, he still wanted to know the answers if he were close to me.

My mind began to race. I felt dizzy, touched the wall, and sat down on the floor, breathing heavily. Allah, what is wrong with me again? Why me?I was about to take my painkillers when my mother approached me.

"Are you okay, dear?""You have a fever, you need to rest," I heard Mum's concerned voice, and Dad entered at the same time, placing his hand on my forehead.

"Am fine, Alhamdulillah," I said as Mum took a cloth and cold water. She soaked the cloth in cold water and squeezed it before placing it on my forehead, while Dad smiled at me and prayed over me.

"We should see the doctor again," dad said slowly. I could see he was worried because I knew what he was talking about and it scared me because we had experienced the same phase.

As I was about to respond, the voices of aunt Yumna and uncle Ahad reached the door; aunt Yumna came right over and sat down beside me.

"I gave them a call," dad said, adding that ever since dad told him about my headaches, Ayman had been enquiring about me.

I shook my head, recalling what my parents had advised, and smiled at my favorite other couple. "Give him a chance," my dad said softly before they entered my room.

"Dear, do not be stressed; you need to rest," Uncle Ahmad said, and we all looked at him when we heard another voice from the door of my room.

Ayman, the missing puzzle in my life, stood there, tired but handsome. I had been avoiding him, and now he was here.

He stared at me, and I looked away, ignoring his intense stare. It was killing me inside not to talk to him, not to share anything, but what if he finds someone else, just like he did before?

"Can I speak to her?"I heard his voice and played with my fingers, pleading with my eyes, but they all nodded and got up.

"We are right next door," uncle Ahmad said in a whisper that I could hear, and Ayman nodded and grinned at him.

We were in an awkward silence; neither of us said anything. We used to talk all the time, but now we make time and find ways to be together.

I was feeling uneasy. I was lying in bed, my heart pounding rapidly as he stood next to me.

How am I even going to tell him?He never liked me in the first place—in fact, I never had the chance to ask him—but even though Mayra knew that I liked him, I still gave Mayra the advantage because they both liked each other. May Allah, please give me strength.

He asked coolly, but I could tell he was keeping his cool. "You are avoiding me again, why?" he said.

"Have been busy," I said briefly, and he moved closer to stand directly beside me.

"You are so busy that you did not have time to check your phone, damnit," he said, and I turned my head away because I knew he was being mean to me and I deserved it.

"I have been worried since learning about your headache, and you ignore me on top of everything else," he muttered as he sat down next to me. I moved a little.

"It is always been between us, no other third party. I told you I have come back to fix everything."

"Mayra came and you two liked each other so I had to," I said, breaking into a sob as I turned my head in the opposite direction.

"Whoa, who told you I liked Mayra back?" I asked.He asked me with a surprised expression, and when I looked back at him, there was silence again.

No, I can not tell him I have to remain silent for his sake; he will be hurt if he learns that the real Mayra is not the sweet girl he has always known.

"I just guessed," I lied, and I knew it when he told me I was a terrible liar.

"You know you are a terrible liar; you can not even lie. I have known you since diaper days," he said, and when I looked back at him, he was lost in thought.

Why were people not entering the room?I hope they do not leave us alone for long.

"I will tell you, but not now," I said softly, and he banged his hand on the bedsheet.

"Why are you doing this?Why stay silent all the time?We have already lost 12 years, and I know it is both of our faults. I want to know everything about you, damnit. I really like you," he said, standing up and pacing around the room.

He approached me and said, "Here I said it, just say it back confess and see how I make everything okey," but I was unable to confess my feelings because I knew I would not have enough time, so I wiped my tears.

"I know you have liked me since long, I found out from your mum before coming to London, and you thought I like Mayra but no, I was just blind by the friendship's calm and sweet nature, but she was a cheater. I liked her but when I knew she cheated, I realized it was onky feelings and feelings fade," he explained to me.

Ayman, please try to understand that you will find someone better than me—someone who will be talkative and not boring like me—who is not always in touch and who is always complaining like maybe someone else is waiting for you. I told him that although it hurt to say those things, it was in his best interests to see him with someone else.

"I do not need anyone damnit, I need you. I like you can not you see and I will make you like me. Just give me 12 days and see what I do for you. We have been 12 years apart and now give me 12 days," he said. I nodded but knew it would be too late and I would be in a different situation.

"Will you give me 12 days?" he asked again, awaiting my response.

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