One Last Sin #Watty's2015

Part 2

Here's Part 2.

Enjoy!

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Karim ran fast. And boy can he run fast. He ran all the way back to his home, dreading what will happen next. He was so scared. Angry, but scared. He wanted his father back. He didn't even want to do what he said was gonna do In Ramadan. He felt something hold him back.

Fear

He didn't know where all the fear came from. Fear because he was scared he was going to lose everything and everyone. Fear because of the things that lay ahead of him. Fear because right now that is what's that chasing him. Fear because he thinks that even Allah has left him. Fear because of the rustling he'd heard back in the ally.

Fear

He didn't know where home was now. He'd run to far. The word Fear was etched into his mind.

He grabbed his head and pulled his hair. He thought he was going mental.

He paused, gasping for air. Why couldn't I die? He thought.

His head hurt, his body ached.

Why did I have to slap mum? 

Why did Dad have to go?

Why did I make such a decision, when I know I'm not gonna do it?

Why did Allah leave me?

Why can't He help me?

All the questions squirmed around his head- trying to escape but couldn't find the Correct Answers.

Karim stopped near some trees and sat down. He'd figured out it was time for Prayer as The Prayer was being called. It was dusk- why would anyone pray now? His brain hurt even more as he tried to figure the answer.

He put his head in his hands, between his legs, that were apart.

He cried. He cried for everyone and everything that had to suffer in his presence.

Karim slowly, after what felt like a millions of years, put his head up. Eyes bloodshot, red. His hair, a big black mess. His clothes, all crumpled and he'd noticed a little stain on his T-shirt. A little red stain.

Blood.

He panicked then regained his composure. Just blood Karim, he reminded himself.

A sudden flashback where His father laid on his hospital bed- it was when the family just found out that his dad had Heart Cancer- A little puddle of blood was forming near Karim's father's arm.

Ever since that day, Karim had been scared of blood. To this day, it was like as if Everything was coming back to haunt him.

He snapped out of his trance and looked at his shirt. Okay, no need to be creeped out of blood.

He heard the same rustling. Quickly, he hid behind the tree, hoping no one could see him.

Slowly, he lifted up his shirt, so that he could see the gash. It wasn't that bad- a few scars from the Thorns he'd passed.

'Allah was always with you. He never left you.
Turn in now before It's too late'

A little whispering voice was heard in his head. By now, his panting had calmed, although he was shaking. He remembered something that would maybe help protect him. A word... But what word? He thought, again gripping his head and lightly pulling it, to see if that could make him remember.

Suddenly, he heard something. I should really go home now. He thought. Still blaming the World, although they had nothing to do with it. It was stupid, but nonetheless Karim abided by it. He thought it was Allah's or the World's fault.

He sighed, the same sigh his mother gave him when they got into the argument.

Silent tears came down his cheeks as the sounds became closer- he thought this was the end of him.

He remembered. He remembered the word. He beamed- saving his fist punch in the air for later.

'Bismillah' Something in his heart felt lighter. It was a strange feeling considering he had never used that word after his Father died.

The Rustling continued.

Oh, I'd almost forgot about that. He thought, and almost felt like laughing. In this case- anyone would be crying! But after saying that little word with a Big Meaning, he felt as if he was on the moon.

The rustling stopped but a small furry thing stepped out and looked at Karim.

Karim did nothing but stare. Is this what I was so freaked out on? He laughed. His laugh sounded genuine, like he hadn't laughed in his life.

The little furry thing was a Kitten. Karim picked it up, and anyone from afar could think this was so Adorable. He whispered something that he didn't even know he would say. Surprised, he put the kitten closer to his chest, the kittens fur soft against his bruised skin.

He didn't know where the words came from. He just said them. The kitten, as if it was listening, purred then snuggled in Karim's shirt.

But, Karim now knew that he had to go home. He couldn't take the kitten with him, since he thought that he will hurt the little one. So it was best if he left it. I don't even know the gender. His strange thought caused his eyes to wide. Why would I wanna know It's gender?

It was very strange to him, in this situation, all he was thinking about a plan to go home, and somehow know what the gender is of the cat. To him it was pretty confusing to call the kitten 'It'.

He knew he couldn't keep it, but something told him to take it with him. A voice.

He finally put the kitten down gently, then ran a hand through his hair. The whispering happened again. 'Take the kitten home with you. It needs shelter and a home.' He couldn't take the whispering anymore, he pulled his hair and slid down on the floor, facing the kitten.

The kitten looked confused, It's big green eyes stared at Karim, who now had his head in his hands. Karim didn't know what to do. He thought he should give up on his life, but then thought against it. It was as if someone was telling him to not give up. Especially on your life.

Karim whispered 'Bismillah' and then again in the kittens right ear. The kitten purred softly. Karim slowly stood up and walked backwards from the way he came from- not fearing anything or anyone that came by him.
Not even Allah.