Silent Whispers

Chapter 3|| What is this stupidity?

REEM

           FORTUNATELY for Reem, the annoying, flirty boy behind the till had not taken long in preparing her order, and soon after the boy, the one who'd tried to pick her up, but failed obviously, had quickly ran off, she'd been able to receive her order.

At last!

Looking at it dreamily, it did not bother her that she was being maybe slightly over the top with her love for the drink as one would only understand if they had ever tasted it. Many times she'd wonder to herself, if the drinks in Costa are this heavenly, SubhanAllah, what would the drinks in Jannah taste like?

One day she'll know, InshaAllah.

Glancing at the watch decorating her hand, she quickly gathered her coat and purse and rushed off towards the exit of the shop. Her mum had warned her not to stay out too late, and she did not want to disobey as she was very aware of the lurking dangers hidden in this part of the city. She was forever thankful to Allah that she had not come across anything, or perhaps anyone, dangerous but one could never be too sure.

After the very upsetting events that occurred in New Zealand, Reem had a wake up call. If problems like that could take place in such a, well at least what seemed to be like, peaceful and accepting place, who is to assure that it won't take place here?

She pushed open the wooden door, even though it had a big PULL sign on it, and internally slapped herself for her stupidity. She did not look up though, not wanting to receive any distasteful looks from any passers by.

As a Muslim female wearing the hijab, she'd experienced a lot of staring from the people in her town. She understands that in this community, people were not used to such modesty or clothing, which is possibly why they would take such an interest, yes , there were people who looked and stared due to hatred or disgust, but she knew that some, maybe even the majority, were only curious and did not have bad intentions.

Nevertheless, it still made her feel uneasy when people did not seem to take the hint. After all, even women living in the UK (United Kingdom) once covered their hair, in a similar way to which she does, and until now, old British women covered their hair with scarves and wore long, loose skirts, yet when she did the same thing, people found it strange.

Reem took out her phone from her red coat and checked the time. 8:46 the lock screen on the new iPhone 6S read out, and she hurried up, not wanting to stay out in the streets for any longer. She had felt someone staring at her from her left, and when she looked to check, there was a man standing there and just simply staring at her. She glanced away, hoping that he would too, but unfortunately for her, when she looked back at him, he was in the exact same position.

Out of nowhere, he began walking towards her, not once taking his eyes off hers.

Her heart started beating faster.

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Ya Allah, please please help me.

Her fast walk now turned into a slow jog, and once hearing keys jiggling behind her, she ran.

Ya Allah, why did I have to come and buy the stupidly delicious milkshake today and meet the stupidly cute boy and get possibly KILLED by this stupid man?!

Today was all in all, simply a stupid day.

She ran across the road, not even checking to her left or right for any cars, because right at this moment, even getting run over would be better than getting stabbed to death by this scary man. Her coat was adding on to the weight and without any second thoughts, she dropped it onto the floor and carried on running.

Then she remembered her phone was in her pocket, and internally cursing herself again for being so so idiotic, she ran back towards the coat, grabbed the hood, and sprinted. Alhamdulilah for her, she enjoyed running and was good at it, she knew she could run for another while, however, so could the man, it seemed. She thrashed any obstacles in her path, feeling sorry for the people who'd now have to find their bins and the rubbish inside all over their front doors, but her safety seemed more important than anything else at this moment. Not once stopping, she took out her phone this time, and disregarded her coat for the second time, she flung it back hoping it'd land on his face and slow him down for a little amount of time. She ran with all the strength she had in her body.

And she was fast. But not fast enough.

She heard a masculine grunt, and before she could process anything, she left a heavy push on her back, one moment she was running and the next she was on the floor, her face flat on the concrete floor, and she winced when she felt some liquid dripping down her cheek, which she quickly finds out to be blood.                          She screamed when, presumably, the man yanked her hijab and tried to take it off. However with the little strength she had in her, she kept it in place. Angry at her resistance, the man pulled back much harsher, causing her head to snap back and the hijab to come undone. Still, she muttered Ayat-Al-Kursi, having full faith that Allah will help her, and held the hijab by her neck, covering as much as possible.

"Oh, you stupid little bit-" the man screamed in her ear, after he'd brought himself down. His breath stunk of smoke and alcohol, not that she'd ever smelt alcohol in her life but she could not think of any other explanation for the extremely pungent smell.

Then, silence.

She did not look up, frightened that he was playing tricks on her, and laid still on the ground, her face buried under her arm.

Maybe if I pretend I'm dead they'll leave me alone and go away.

"Get up!" A masculine voice hissed.

"No, I'm dead, go away" She hissed back, her eyes then going wide after realising her mistake. What an idiot! If she was dead, then how on Earth could she speak!

Ya Allah, what is happening to my brain?

The masculine voice chuckled, bringing surprise to her.

"Ahh, I see" she could hear the grin in his voice, which she vaguely remembers, but right in this moment at this time, her brain was all over the please, "well, when you're ready to come back from the dead, I'll be here waiting for you InshaAllah".

His quiet chuckles quickly turned into loud, roaring laughter, making Reem extremely angry as she could not possibly think of one reason as to why the situation was even close to funny.

She slowly rose up, removing the dust from her skirt and wrapping her hijab properly before she turned to face the boy, who she'd come very impatient for to see. There was some small thing in her brain, whispering to her that she has most definitely heard this voice before.

She slowly turned around, her eyes widening at the sight of the man that was previously chasing her now lying still on the floor, but widening even more when she finally put a face to the voice.

And just because she had the best of luck, as always, she continues to embarrass herself even more and faints right in front of him.

yes Reem, you should totally just lie on the floor and pretend you're dead 🙄🙄. seriously y'all should learn something from this gal, she got serious tricks yo 😎✌️
Lollll, anyways this was SO unplanned like how did I even come up with this... but seriously what even happened...
I guess this is why my mum doesn't let me go for walks in the night 🤷‍♀️
Ok I shouldn't even be joking about this, this is a serious matter and it happens in real life.

So what'd y'all think of this chapter 🤨🤨
Also, I'm gonna take a hugeeeee turn for this book, I have so many new ideas y'all are GON BE SHOOK

Anyways, yallah bye bye, but please do say what you thought of this 😁