LOST

Chapter 27 : We are not your parents

Haya's POV

Waking up in winters was always hard especially for lazy person like me but I had to because I had to pray.

Opening my eyes I could see Ashar's back facing me on the other side of bed.

I moved out of the bed to pray, placing a quick kiss on Noor's forehead.

Prayers were my only source that filled me with peace. But it was not as usual, I felt a strange panic, like something is so wrong, well what was right in my life anyway.

Staying on the prayer mat. I wrapped my arm around my folded knees and stayed there praying to Allah.

I turned back as Ashar stirred on the bed. Knowing that he would be waking up soon, I decided to cook some basic breakfast for him as I lost my appetite for some unknown reason.

I was almost done with food when Ashar walked in, just in time for his breakfast. Placing food before him, I hurried out of the kitchen on Noor's wail afraid that she might fall off from bed.

I entered the room and picked her to cleaned her up.

I was in middle of getting her ready when I accidentally sat on remote, which turned on the TV and a news channel's sound boomed.

"Industrialist Salman Khan was today admitted to hospital in emergency ....... "

Just as my brain registered the news my tongue tied into knots, allowing only a hiccup to make it's way out.

"..... He had a heart attack last night ....... "

My head got hazy and numb.

"Haya .... Haya ..... " I didn't recognized my surrounding anymore, everything was so hazy.

As the hood of tears cleared out I could see Ashar asking me something cupping my face. Only allowing me to speak in a shuttering voice.

"Baaba (Father)" I pointed at the TV, playing the news again and again.

As I said these word I realized that I was crying.

I though I was okay without them but, no, I was just blocking the painful moments I had with them in last few months. Everything was same. I still longed for them. Their love, their attention, EVERYTHING. I was same, my heart was same.

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Last thing that I remember was getting out of the car, flashing cameras and then moving into a white corridor and the running like an insane, as I saw my mother.

I wanted to feel intimacy of pain, that we are both in same pain.

My feet stopped just few feet before her. She looked at me as I saw her face, which looked much more older than I remembered. A expression of longing crossed her face and then fury took over.

"Why are you HERE?" She hissed upon seeing me.

I was sure taken back but I stepped forward "Mama ... How is Baba ..?" This all could wait. Now, I needed to know about Baba (father).

"Mama ..." I mumbled staring into her blood shot eyes.

"Don't call me that .... why are you here NOW?" she hissed jerking my hand back.

"Because you are my parents....." I mumbled desperately

"WE ARE NOT YOUR PARENTS" She yelled with each words echoing in white corridors. "You are dead to us ..... now GET OUT FROM HERE" She pushed me back as I tried holding on to the parts that were breaking inside me.