The Straight Path
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Ongoing13m
Last published Wed, Jul 15, 2015
A glimpse:
"You're not moving until the doctor says that you can! " There was something about her tone that Haleema couldn't reply. Haiqa could feel Hashim's eyes on her, she knew he'd find out soon enough. She reached for Haleema's hand. "I can't loose you, I just can't!" She squeezed her hand. "Your face is so like baba's," She paused. "You won't leave me! THAT'S AN ORDER!" She screamed the last bit.
She was breathing hard. She raised a hand to stop Haya from coming closer.
"I'm fine!" She rubbed at her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt. "You're the rope holding my sanity in place. If you die; I'll lose myself!" She placed Haleema's hand onto her chest and covered it with her own hands."Don't you dare die on me!" She screamed. By now her head was feeling heavy.
"I'll never forgive you, if you die!" She felt Hashim's hands on her shoulders. "Get away from me!" She tried to push him away, but he was too strong.
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"We will get through this right? " her feeble words and he felt his heart falling and shattering again. The answers they have very beautifully and greatly hidden them somewhere, where no one could have access to them. Where he wished to reach, and yet after the unwavering and not halting for a moment, he failed. Failed to make her believe, that they both will get through it. They would have, if they they would have been together, or allowed to be. But here they have to get through this, to be together. Was the fight wort it. Was he worthy enough, to be fought that hard, the way she was doing, battling her own people for someone she knew just for few months back. Was he worth it? the question came to him like whiplash. "Come here" he put her hand forward to pull her to himself, in his arms, and hugged her sideways. "Can we do that?" her eyes, looking at him in hope. Can the hope survive. Can the two hearts, that yearned to be together be together, against the society norms.
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