Snarled Heart (A painful journey)

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It's hard to say goodbye!

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Amirah walked blunderingly through the darkness, the silent cries of her steps kissing the serene ambience. The moaning sound of the breeze had visited and taken shelter in her mourning heart. It seems the sky too was helping share her pain as it turned pitched-dark and sombre face glaringly downward.

Sometimes, life seems to portray a strange form to someone that he could hardly know what it is to smile again. Heart had been shattered and sorrow was dancing around the premise. Life was melting away and the heart smoldering like a molten metal in a blacksmith hearth. All that was left was a broken pieces shattered into trillions of iota.

Sometimes the world can be bright and sometimes the world can be dark. Perhaps, that's one mighty reason why Allah created both sunshine and cloud, night and day, so that human beings will know that circumstances aren't always permanent. Weather changes, and so do the events in our lives. In between anguish, knowing that night never last forever, one will learn submissiveness with the inveiglement that someday, the sun will shine again in ones life.

Some calamities are meant to make us stronger, to mold us into stronger shape so that we can withstand all harshness, undergo through series of periodic phases and remain uncorrosive.

It's been a week already. Exactly one week. She doesn't want to believe that he's gone, but the silence isn't helping. All searches had produced nothing. He was no where to be found. What will life be like now? She'd cried until her tears are all dried. Her heart had shed bloody tears either.

Everything seemed like a dream to her, how her life had turned upside down in a moment. Her little vessel which she's hoping to paddle in to get to a safer destination had subsided from the stormy waves of obstacles.

She was so tired of everything, life included. She doesn't even know the theory she could use to formulate her life equation. Isn't there any scientist in this era that can formulate a theory that could make someone resurface out of life calamities? That's the type of theory Newton, Galileo, and others should have left behind, not how the earth rotates and the gravity of an object falling. Why not the gravity and redemption of someone's falling life.

Hmmm, it seems she's going out of her mind gradually she could guess. Could you blame her? What will the senses be useful to when she'd lost everything; her happiness, her life, her love.

She got so lost in her thought, being oblivious that the night had grown old until her father met her where she was sitting at the back of the house. Her father had asked her to come home until they confirm if her husband's still alive or dead.

"Is after eleven Amirah, go in and sleep." Appa said, and she looked up at him. He was standing just some feet away from her.

She Sighed. "I'll come in now."

"Get up let's go in." Appa persisted, and she complied and went with him.

As they walked to the house, Appa kept pacifying her and giving her words of solace he deemed might help restore her mood, and that had made her thawed a little.

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Amirah turned and squinted as the knock on her door persisted. Who could that be? She hardly had a wink all through the night until after she'd said her subhi prayer that sleep over took her, and now someone just disrupted that.

"Amirah!" Came ummu's sonorous voice behind the door. "Open the door and come out."

She quickly got up and went to the door, opening slightly, she gaped.

"Ummu what happened?" She asked, rubbing her eyes slightly as she took in her mother's hassle appearance.

"Khalid's here. And Amir and his grandpa too."

Amir and grandpa had landed a day after the incident. Her heart thudding increases. Have they seen him or his corpse? No!

She couldn't ask her mother what brought them because she isn't ready for the answer, so she left the door and went back into the room to change. She was unnerved and her energy had dwindled. She managed to change into a better outfit and drawled herself out of the room to the sitting room.

The first thing she beheld was grandpa's solemn face, his eyes red. Amir was sitting with layla perched on his laps, his face buried into the girl's neck.

This isn't a good sign!

She felt her heart rate escalated beyond normal, as if it's about bulging out of her chest. Khalid was sitting solemnly too with a black leather bag in his hand.

Sighting her, grandpa shook his head and slouched his head down, and Khalid winced.

The worst had happened! She knows, and she felt it. She quietly sat on the sofa close to where Appa was sitting.

The sitting room was dead silent even as ummu and kabir joined it occupant. After some couple of moments of silence, Khalid began;

"The fishermen and water lords we assigned the task of finding Amin contacted me earlier this morning," he paused and looked towards Amirah, then quickly put his head down.

Grandpa shook his head wearily and wiped away a lone tear from his eyes, and Amir looked up for the first time since she entered into the sitting room. He gave her a teary smile then held layla tightly on his bosom and the girl laid quickly on his chest as if she knows what's going on too.

"Khalid we're listening move on." The impatient Appa snapped, looking directly at Khalid, not even blinking his eyes.

Khalid brushed his palm down his face and moved on. "They contacted me this morning with the news....." He paused again, unable to continue as he baked his gaze on the black nylon back he held.

"They couldn't find him." Grandpa put up his head and enunciated bitterly.

"Amirah can you recognise this?" Khalid brought out a crumpled shirt from the black nylon bag. He got up and walked over to her, then handed the shirt to her.

Amirah collected the shirt and looked over it tentatively. It was the shirt Amin left home with that particular day there's no doubt about that, but it looked teary and tattered, with holes everywhere and brown stain that looks like blood.

Her hands began shaking just as her heart was quivering. What exactly did that mean? Why blood and holes on it? No! Amin isn't dead, he'll come back alive.

"Do you recognise it Amirah?" Grandpa asked as they all stared at her shaky body.

"Yes!" She answered shakily. "It was the shirt he left home with that day." She scanned through the shirt again. "But why are there holes all over and blood stain?"

Amir cleaned the tears that trickled down his face and grandpa did likewise, sniffing.

"The fishermen said they saw the shirt inside the water at exactly the spot he fell, but they couldn't get his body." Khalid vented on, sadness clouding over his face completely.

"No, nothing happened to him, he's alright." she whisper-yelled, and everyone of them looked at her sympathetically, shaking their heads.

"They said it might be that some sharks had devoured his body," Khalid said, and Amirah quickly got up agitatively.

"No!" She shouted, and slowly, everything was fading away into obscure dimness. Amin can't die and leave her behind. She must go with him.

She started going down gradually, and darkness was coming quickly. Then she went off completely.

Hmmm, so sad.
I can't belive Amin is gone.
A painful journey indeed. Well, don't blame me for this because life isn't always the way we want it to be. I'll  update today again or tomorrow or any day im opportuned.

Stay blessed!
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