When I was young, I remembered living in an old house. It was where my little brother first caught the chicken pox and then passed it on to me and my other younger brother. It was where I was forced to sit on a wooden chair and eat bananas, even though I’ve never been able to swallow one bite since my Gerber food days. It was where I lost my first goldfish, Fifi, and had to watch my mother lead the way – holding Fifi in a spoon –...
Another tear rolls down my cheek, I feel it meandering its way down, Joining the others to form a stream. I slowly close my crimson drenched eyes, Feeling the shatter inside my chest; The vessel has finally begun to leak. ‘In life you will meet all kinds of people’ I hear my father’s words ringing in my ears. But no matter how prepared you think you are, It will never be enough for this kind of betrayal. Treated appallingly in more ways than one, Their selfishness has made me...
As with any other night, exhaustion overcame me as I got ready for bed. Prayer, eh, it wasn’t exactly something I longed for. Most of the time, I was lazy and felt there was nothing that would require me to get up and pray. After all, I thought, I was not really in need of anything. I slipped into bed and gazed at the ceiling, taking one last glance at the room I was so used to seeing. Moments later, something woke me up. The excruciatingly painful sound of ambulances...
It was almost 5:00 am and I was still in bed. The steady beep of my alarm clock was a sound I’d been pushing to the back of my head for nearly an hour… a reminder that I needed to get up and pray now. Yet, I was still drifting in and out of sleep. A heavy curtain of darkness clouded my eyes as I feel deeper and deeper into my dreams. Suddenly, I felt my bed vibrate. My senses which had previously been dulled by sleepiness became acute....
I was in the car with my mum and my brother while we were out for shopping. Suddenly, an explosion took place. Our car was trapped in the parking lot, and I knew that was the end. I read the Kalimah and Ayatul Kursi, and I had this overwhelming feeling that I was going to die. But I didn’t die, Alhamdulillah. I survived the bomb blast.
