Bahadur (Watties 2022)

Chapter 25

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

I pushed his chest and began running, the feeling in the pit of my stomach making me feel guilty, what's wrong with me.

Manoeuvring past the dead bodies I sprinted into the home, banging on the basement door I yelled it's me. A second later Amina unlocked it, relief washing over her features.

" what happened!" She whisper yelled pulling me inside and looking it again.

Gently walking down the steps I stopped and took a seat, everyone's eyes on me.

" more men came, the Russians killed them" I spoke inaudible, still trying to figure out our next move in my head.

" oh thank Allah"

" the Indians are coming" I whispered unable to speak any louder.

" what! Inaya" this time Hussain dropped beside my feet, his dark brown eyes filled with worry.

Nodding my head I held my bleeding abdomen tighter, I don't know how I've lasted this long.

" Ama...can you h...help me"

Mum immediately pushed past the people to get to me, pushing my hand and the scarf away from my stomach she gasped at the overflow of blood.

" Ya Allah!"

Everyone in the room gasped with her, come on it can't be that bad, it doesn't feel too bad. I just feel like I'm going to pass out.

Dad quickly tried to pick me up but was unable to, he tried again but I could see the amount of pain plastered on his face.

Before I could say anything Hussain nodded at dad and picked me up. He hurriedly took me upstairs and placed me on the bed.

Mama ran in a few seconds later ushering aba and Hussain out of the room.

She quickly lifted up my kameez, another gasp escaping her lips.

"Puther why are you doing this, stop it" she cried grabbing the supplies needed.

" stop w..what"

" being strong, let the men fight" I can't do that, I won't do that, what am I.

" ama that doesn't matter" I spoke wincing under the scarf she pressed to my sore abdomen.

" yes it does, you could be safe but your fighting" she scolded wiping the blood and grabbing the bandages.

The slices aren't deep but they hurt like hell, hopefully I'll be ok. Leaning up slightly I glanced her way.

" The Prophet Muhammad PBUH had women fighting by his side ama, there was a warrior called Khawlah who fought against an army, she saved herself and a group of women from being murdered. She was a women." Grabbing her cheek I wiped the overflow of tears " women fought by the prophet ama, I don't care I will protect you"

" Your not them! your not strong enough" she yelled pushing my hand away, dropping back onto the bed I sighed.

God I can't do this anymore, staying quiet I held in my pain as she wrapped up the rest of my wounds.

Once they were done I grabbed her hand and stood up, I need to speak to everyone.

Gently walking down the steps everyone's chitter chatter stopped. Their eyes glued to me once again.

Dad came forward with Khawlah in his hands, gently placing her on my chest I leaned against the wall.

" we need to do something" I mumbled, pin drop silence greeted me.