JOURNEY OF MY DESTINY✔️

Chapther ten

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"I'm too sick Yaya Faizah I can't make it to school today". Neehal whispered shaking profusely underneath the blanket.

"Subhanallah, and your temperature it's very high Neehal, let me quicken my work and get you some drug. I can't believe am this careless to even forgot that your medicine was finished it's totally slip out of my mind am very sorry dear sister I have been busy with works as you can see."

I didn't even wait for her reply I quickly walk out straight to the kitchen, I have to finished the breakfast before going out if not that two will skin me alive. They actually don't care about our well being all they know was their selves. Selfishness!

I finish the breakfast on jiffy and grab my hijab, I headed straight into a nearby Pharmacy to which we usually bought Neehal's drugs which was as usual Folic acids.

Thank God for my business I never seized the opportunity to have pockets money without asking any of them Alhamdulillah!

I bought all the required drugs and even bought some fruits, Ohh my Allah I can't even remember the last time I ate fruits. I grew up watching my mom handle any and every obstacles life put in her way. She went through shit I'm sure kept her up crying at night but she still got up and did amazing job raising us. I could never be weak. I learned from the best.

Ya Allah wherever My mother is please keep her safe, guide and protect her. I felt sick, closing my eyes for a moment and softly uttered the prayer.

I went back home with train of thought lingering on my head. The moment I stepped my foot in, I heard some faint voice. Ya Allah what's it again? I silently uttered some prayers hoping it wasn't something alarming.

But the moment I saw what's happening completely shattered my heart into pieces. How dare she? How could she? She's so cruel for crying out loud.

"How dare you anty Deeju? What sort of wickedness is this fissabidillahi? Anya kuwa ke musulma ce? Do you by any chance have a heart"? She was beating Neehal violently and roughly without minding her already bleeding nose.

"Nayi! Kuma zan kara if she dare lay her fingers on my son!" She uttered absent minded.

"Whatever she has done to that spoiled brat I assure you his at fault and wallahil Azzim if anything bad happened to my dear sister, Anty Deeja this time bazan dauka ba!!! Enough is enough!!! Just because I was keeping quiet that doesn't give you the audacity and guts to treat us like garbage, we are also human beings, blood runs through our veins!!! Less I forgot, I no longer have any respect towards you". With that being said I picked up Neehal, grab her hijab and headed out straight to a nearby hospital without waiting for the witch to reply.

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"She need to be operated as soon as possible" the Doctor with medicated glass uttered adjusting his gloves.

"Innalillahi wa'inaa ilaihi raaji'un, Doctor operation??" I said with already bloodshed eyes.

"Can't you see she's seriously ill? How cruelty of people? Where on earth are you to even leave such innocent girl to be beaten like this for Allah's sake? Beside she's suffering from sickle cell Anemia, she has lost a lot of blood in the process. So Miss Faizah am urging you to please pay this bills as soon as possible, if not your sister's life was under probability". With that he hurriedly walk away, he have some patients to attend i guess.

I hurriedly walk down the hospital's hallway, thank God I have some of my upkeep money with me and Alhamdulillah I can pay the bills. Ya Allah don't make me loose another very important person in my life ya rabb. Allah knows why it's happening and His reasons are the best. We just hope for the best.