Good? Great.

Maybe they're not stars..maybe they're peekholes

Shh- miss author

Okay-Abbas

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Romaisa's pov

The surgeon removes his gloves and rubs them together, he takes a deep breath and looks each one of us in the eyes before saying, "I'm sorry, we tried everything but he just lost too much blood."

"NO YOU DIDNT TRY EVERYTHING! YOU F**KING BASTARDS NEVER TRY! MY MOTHER LOST TOO MUCH BLOOD AND NOW MY BROTHER? WHAT IS THIS SHIT?!" Osama yells out, tears fall down his eyes as he hits the wall, creating a dent.

I look to Asher for help but see he's already walking towards Osama, "can he see him just for a minute?" Shiza whsipers her voice cracking at the end. The surgeon looks towards her and says, "uh okay but wouldn't that make him more emotional?" He says unsure, Shiza's mom silently crys in her seat as we hear small heated whispers off Asher's as he tries to console Osama.

Shiza shakes her head, "n-no I think he'll like that." She says nodding towards a crouched Osama. The surgeon nods and calls up a nurse, "would you like to go too?" He says to Shiza but she abruptly shakes her head moving backwards mumbling 'no' over and over. He curtly nods before walking towards Osama with the nurse.

I squeeze Shizas hand and she gives me a weak smile as a glistening tear falls down her cheek. My own pop up as she hugs me hard whispering, "he didn't deserve that." I take in a deep breath wiping at my tears, "life and death is in the hands of Allah, Shiza. It was his time to return." She sits down beside her mother and closes her red eyes.

I glance at her one more time before asking Asher, "did he go?" He nods with a frown and grabs my hand, "yeah.."

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Osama's pov:

I rub at my eyes as I follow the stupid nurse and surgeon who can't even do their jobs right. The right to see my dead brother keeps me back from smashing their heads into the wall. The thought arises new tears to my eyes but I shake them back, remember Osama, you can't let your little bro see you break down.

The surgeon opens the brown wooden door we stopped at and nods in, "here you go son. I'm really terribly sorry." I glare at him, sorry my ass. Sorry doesn't bring my brother back, pushing past them I walk into the dim lighted room. I hear the snap of the door behind me and turn around to see both of them gone. Good.

Taking light steps I walk around the curtains and without looking up sit in the chair right beside the bed. My eyes start stinging again but I sniffle them away as I take a glance and notice the cold pale hand. A wince escapes me as it lays there not moving.

His lean body covered in a sheet lays unmoving, and his face...his face is cold hard, no emotion, no love, no laughter. The same one my mother carried as she lay on the pavement. I keep my gaze away from his chest not wanting to see the familiar up and down motion not there. I stare at him for a couple seconds resisting the urge to just pick him up and hug him so hard, that life arises inside him.

A tear cascades down my cheek and onto the floor, I quickly rub at the trail it left and clear my throat. The first word comes out shallow and husky, it cracks down into a gulp as I feel the ball of emotion clogging my throat up. I try again.

"Y-you're supposed to be the one talking Abbas. About anything and everything. That's not my job. It's yours. I swear I was lying when I said if you keep talking that fast you'll turn into a monkey, you won't...so talk again. Talk." I gulp again, rubbing at my face.

Taking a deep shaky breath I look down at the ground, "remember when I always told you to leave me alone and not bother me? I was lying. I wanted you to bother me. I like you annoying me. After all brothers are supposed to annoy each other right?" I glance at the huge scar that runs right across his forehead. Just one line, one rip through the skin and he's gone, taken away.

A few more tears drop and this time I let them be,I rub my forehead and sniff a bit to clear my nose, "remember that one time where I dared you to run out in the neighbour hood naked and piss on Mr.Morgans lawn."

Tears sparkle my eyes as I give a toothy grin looking down at my hands, "and you little dumb shit actually did. Oh boy did we get those words from mom. You didn't even throw me under the bus..." As I say the last sentence my voice drops into a hushed whisper, "but now...now I won't be able to embarrass you and especially vice versa."

"I won't have you coming into my room late at night with only shorts on asking me if I've seen the extra toothpicks." Shaking my head I glance up at his face with a smile, "best toothpick Eiffel Tower I've ever seen..."I sit for a while, just staring at his face, his eyebrows lay perfectly straight, his eyes not even twitching, his cheekbones look more narrower than before.

"When I said why don't you just escape this... I didn't mean it like this you idiot. Now who's the one all alone?" I run a hand over my face rubbing away all the tears. They're useless. Just tiny salt water particles making you weaker.

Looking at Abbas one more time I cautiously touch his hand and recoil as I feel a shiver run through me, stepping back, I move away from the bed watching as my brother continues sleeping.

"Don't forget to peak through the stars Abbas, make sure you shine the brightest....tell mom I said hi... Goodbye brother." With that I walk out of the room and close it behind me.

I lean against the door as a deep fuzziness of pain crumples up, my throat chokes up and I gasp trying to control the surge of pain that spikes up the side of my head. Why couldn't it be me? Wh--

"Hey are you okay?" I look up from my crouched position and rub at the stray tears. A girl stands there wrapped in a black hijab, she holds a clipboard and sports a blue nurses outfit. I take in her appearance and notice the worry on her face, nodding I turn my head away as she walks a bit closer.

"Was that your brother?" She says gently nodding towards the door I'm leaning on. I nod again and she sighs sadly. "Sorry to hear that, my father died in this room too. Random fact of the day ahah sorry." I look towards her, her cheeks are flushed as I mumble, "sorry bout your father."

She nods, "yeah well things happen. Allah wanted him to join him up there again so he just snatched him up. He died in sujood...oh god I just keep scrounging up facts, I'm so sorry."

I blink my eyes and stare at her, "that's amazing mashallah," the word feels new and awkward on my tongue as I haven't said in in quite a few years. She smiles at me and says, "my names Rayaan and I'm in need of a friend."

I scratch my neck tilting my head at her, "my names Osama, and I think I'm in need of a friend too."

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Tried to end it off a bit better but my face is still snotty from the tears I cried while writing this. *starts sobbing again*