Chapter 5

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*Flashbacks are in bold*

Listen to Coldplay's 'In My Place' for this chapter. Fits the ongoing  situation perfectly.

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Present Day.

The next evening Hamza came back from work and went straight to Mirha's office. He hung his coat on the coatstand and sat on the sofa.

"So, how would you like to continue Hamza?" She asked. "I want you tell me the after effects of the incident. How did it affect you and the whole country?"

"I was in a trauma. My mental health was getting worse day by day. It felt as if I was drowning a in a pitch black river and couldn't get out of it." His eyes grew darker and darker as he started to remember it all.

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"Whoever kills an innocent being, it shall be as if he has killed all mankind." Quran, 5:32.

"Terrorist attack at Army Public School, Peshawar. More than a thousand martyred, a massive ammount of students and staff injured."

This statement was the headline of every newspaper and news channel for the next few weeks. The whole nation was devastated by the attack. People from all over the country were mourning over it all. The streets of Peshawar and other cities were crowded with people and protestors lighting up candles in the memory of those who had been martyred.

Twitter was crashing with the #PeshawarAttack. Consoling messages were being sent by other countries and public figures. It was an attack that shattered the whole country, yet united it at the same time. Everyone knew that they are in this together.

On the other side, after the funerals of the martyrs took place. Hamza's condition was growing from bad to worse. He was suffering from major mental trauma and used to break things and scream at the top of his lungs to get it all out.

"Amma?" He was lying on the bed beside his mother when he suddenly called her.

"Hmm." She replied politely running her fingers through his hair.

"When am I going to die?" He asked coldly.

"Hamza, beta why do you say such things? You are not going to die my child. Do you have any idea how thankful we are to Allah that he has given you another chance to live?"

"I don't want this opportunity. How can I ever live without my friends. Just because I am breathing, doesn't mean that I am living my life." He broke down.

"Everything is going to be okay." She tried to console him.

"NO! YOU ARE WRONG. NOTHING WILL BE EVER BE OKAY NOW." He got up and took hold of his crutch.

He broke the vase placed on his sight table and started to panic.

"WHY WAS I LEFT ALIVE OUT OF ALL MY FRIENDS? WHY WAS I GIVEN THAT CHANCE? I WAS SUPPOSED TO DIE TOO." He was crying and hiccupping.

"Hamza stop it!" His mother started crying trying to stop him.

"ALLAH TAALA YOU WERE CAPABLE OF DOING THAT.  YOU SHOULD'VE KILLED ME TOO. IF I WOULD HAVE DIED THAT DAY, I WOULD BE AT PEACE, I WOULD NOT HAVE BEEN DEPENDANT ON ANYBODY. I CAN STILL DIE. IT HURTS! MAKE IT STOP, IT HURTS!" He screamed and cried like a baby and then he passed out in his mother's arms.

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"He has had a nervous breakdown Mr Shah. Your son is suffering from severe PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) I have prescribed him some anti-depressants. Please make sure he takes them regularly." The doctor informed them.

"Thankyou so much for coming immediately Doctor. Sadiq, please help him the way out." Asad Shah called his servant.

Asad Shah and his wife Tayyaba were helpless against Hamza's situation. They were disturbed by his physical and mental health. They had to find a way for their son to recover from this trauma or else he would be lost forever.

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Hamza was lying on his bed with his eyes shot open. He was staring blankly towards the ceiling. Sleep was miles away from his eyes.

"Hey." A voice suddenly spoke in the dark.

Hamza immediately turned the lamp on. And found him standing right beside him.

"Aliyan." He gasped and whispered.

"I am here now. What's wrong?" He smiled politely. His face shining brightly even in the dim light of the lamp.

"This.You." Hamza's voice started to break down. "If you are really here, then I am okay and I owe you a birthday wish. But if you are just my hallucination, that means I've entered my delirium and I am officially losing my mind." He whispered sobbing endlessly.

And then he looked again and found no one beside him. He knew that he was all isolated again.

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Hey people! I am really sorry for making Hamza suffer so much but that's how it is. *Cries a river*
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