LOSING YOU

▪︎chapter five▪︎

When we got to the market place, fareedah began to get the items on the list. Going from stall to stall, negotiating prices and conversing with stall owners with different attitudes. I kept silent and left Fareedah to do the shopping while I followed behind and carried the items.

After sometime, we were done with the shopping and began walking. Soon enough I realized we were taking another route that was different from the one we took earlier and asked Fareedah about it but she didnt even acknowledge me. Rude much.

After a while we stopped in front of a building that was made completely of wood. No surprise there. The building was painted a dark brown with a touch of red paint here and there and it had some Arabic writings written professionally,very boldly, on the doors. Men who looked quite drunk and women who looked rather.....patronising loitered around.

I looked at Fareedah hopefully, waiting for an explanation. She looked back at me and smiled.

"I hope you do not mind waiting a while, I would like to see someone "

"Ok" I said. Then she hurried into the building with a smile on her face.

I heaved a heavy sigh and stood directly in front of the entrance of the building. Leaving a small distance from the building entrance to allow people walk in and out of the building. I dropped the bag beside my leg as I stood to wait for Fareedah because it was quite heavy.

My mind drifted to my life in 2020. Who would have thought that my life was gonna end up like this.

That night when I left the house in anger and went to the library.ranting to no one in particular about how annoying it is that no one respects my personal space. That everyone in my family kept butting their noses in my business. I never would have imagined i would come back to a burning house. I never would have imagined i would slip in the bathroom of a police station and end up in 1720.

I thought of my mum and imagined her reaction if she saw me in this state.she would have smacked the Back of my head and smile telling me that life had offered me something interesting and I should grasp it. She would call me a silly girl and tell me she loves me.

A tear slipped down my cheeks. I love you too mum.

I was already feeling upset. I needed to get away from here. Where was Fareedah?.

I did need to adapt. I needed to change how I spoke and not let anyone become suspicious.

I thought of my dad, he probably would have shook his head and told me that this wasn't some novella and that I should get a hold of myself and look for a way to get back to 2020. But how would I be able to do that?.

It wasn't like i could just walk up to someone and tell them that i was from the future and was stuck in someone else's body. They would laugh at me and call me crazy.

But there should be someone.... some wise old man or woman who knew something about my situation and how it could be fixed right?.

Oh ember you are hopeless.

I was pulled back from my thoughts when I felt a hand on my butt and it was not just a brush, no it wasnt, my butt was being squeezed like they were squeezing the juice out of a lemon.