Aliya's point of view
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It was dark. The windows clashing in- out, hitting the windowsills- making loud noises continuously. I couldn't bare it anymore. The slight memories hit harder on my wounds. Life was incomplete. And that's when I realised what I was missing. That dose of excitement, that dose of love, that dose of affection. The single incident that changed my life forever. And I still can't get out of it.
Why? Why did this happen to me? Why do I always have to face such abhorrent incidents. Such delusions. Why? Was I not your ladli, Allah Mia?
I turned back around blocking out that slight Ray of light coming in through the window. I dragged the curtains slowly, preeching the centre. Almost like I was blocking out my future from a far distance. I needed no light. My light had already been snatched from me. I wanted darkness. The darkness in which I could hide my inner Cimmerian shade.
I saw him lay peacefully. A silent smirk lay still on his effortless face, saying nothing. Wanting nothing. Just the need of an idol, someone who he can call superman. Someone who he can call dad.
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