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Sorry :’(

I am swamped by school, madrassa, studying, and, you know, living. I feel terrible. I haven’t even written another word yet, and I don’t know how to start again. I was editing it, and realised that there are so many parts that are really badly written and so unrealistic that I almost started laughing. I have improved a lot I feel, as a writer, and I want that to be shown in anything I write, so if it means scrapping a story, then that’s what it’ll be. 

Don’t worry, I won’t be getting rid of this story, I like it too much. I will  however be editing it majorly, and maybe getting rid of some of the scenes, which will have a pretty big impact on the story. The reason for this is that like an idiot I didn’t have a plan for the story. I just opened up Word one day and started writing, and that was one of the biggest mistakes ever to be made. I didn’t know where the story was going, and often just make it up as I went along, which resulted in the story not making sense, people not being mentioned again and just pure chaos. 

Also, some of the scenes are just pure unrealistic. The ‘fight’ scene for one. I was re-reading it thinking.. no way would that happen in real life. 

Anyways, sox guys,  know I’ve let you down, but Inshaa allah, I will notify you when I do anything, and I will post any new chapters up as soon as I’m done. 

As a ‘treat’, you can have an excerpt  of another story I’m writing:

I felt a buzz on my thigh, and nearly jumped because of how it tickled. Removing my phone from its pocket, I checked who it was, sighed, and pressed the red button.

No way did I want to speak to my boss at this time. Sure he’d probably, you know, fire me, but to be honest, at this precise moment, I didn’t give two hoots.

“Who was it?” Drops of rain slid down the window as if to create doom and gloom when I replied.

“Mr Boss man.”

“Ouch.” He took a sip, the coffee visibly scalding his mouth.

“Tell me about it.” I said.

“And you cut him off? Double ouch. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s clearing your desk this minute.”

I laughed. “I didn’t cut him off technically; I just didn’t pick up the phone.”

He scoffed, shaking his head. “You and your logic. That’s even worse you know.”

“Well,” I sighed, “I can honestly, truthfully, hand on heart say: I don’t give a shit.” I even put my hand on my heart for effect.

He laughed even harder at that, putting his coffee down and covering his mouth with his hand. I nodded, discreetly congratulating myself for my beautiful sense of humour.

Two hours later and I was standing in front of my boss, with a box in my hands. A box, which rather ironically, contained all my office stuff. I bowed my head in “shame” as he lectured me and repeated “you are fired” in five hundred different ways, hiding the fact that I was ecstatic.

I got home, and was very jovial for the rest of the evening. Although I had been rejected by my soul mate (something which is definitely going to change if I have anything to do about it), I felt like a bird. Finally free.

Even the telly had all the good shows on.

I relaxed on my recliner and got myself comfortable, nearly dozing off when my phone buzzed beside me. I swear, one day, I will leave my phone somewhere, like a volcano, and watch when it gets calls that I would not answer. Then I would laugh manically at the misfortune of the person calling. I sighed and picked it up, surprised to see ‘Mr Boss Man’ in big letters with the words ’missed call’  underneath. What does he want? I texted him sharpish, telling him to just text me what he wants as I couldn’t be arsed with phone calls. He wasn’t my boss anymore, so I could talk to him any way I liked right?

I got a buzz back almost immediately, and I paused, wondering exactly what he would want at such an obscene hour. Surely he’s not contacting to re-employ me…?

I read the message, and frowned with confusion. It told me to meet him tomorrow at nine o’clock sharp. I thought I was done with the job. That meant lying in.

Well, apparently not.

*****

Winter was in the air. I could feel it, like really, really feel it, seeing as I had decided to wear a shirt and a small cardi on top. You can’t blame me though- the day looked warm enough! Anyone could be deceived by the blue sky and sun streaming in.

I stepped inside my ex-workplace, and looked around. God, what a dump. The grey carpets matched the variety of emotions that was coursing through the workers’ bodies, grey walls just adding so much enthusiasm to the atmosphere. Boy was I glad I didn’t have to work another day here… I think.

I knocked on Mr Boss man’s office door and waited impatiently outside, eyeing my section in the big room. Some blonde, busty lady had taken my place, it seems. Wow, that was quick. God knows I hated this job, but I didn’t know people would be so desperate for it! The door finally opened, with Mr Boss man peering at me in distaste. He beckoned me to come it, which I obliged unhappily.

I sat down, though he had made no move to welcome me, and crossed my legs, looking at him confidently.

“You asked for me.” I said, cockiness overpowering my voice. I couldn’t help it. I had to repress myself from sitting on his spinning chair and turning around dramatically, saying ‘You have been expecting me’. (I know it should be him doing that, but who cares for small details such as this?)

“Hm,” He replied, getting a document from the top of his filing cabinet. It was then that I realised that there were papers everywhere. The whole office was just littered in papers, top to toe. I shifted in my seat, suddenly uncomfortable.

He thrust the document in my direction.

“It says that I have to give you something that will help with your future career.” He mumbled, going pink in the face.

“What, like a good review or something?” I glanced over the papers he had given me, disinterested.

“No. Care to read them?” He said, somewhat sarcastically.

I gave him a sweet smile. “No.” I said back, looking him in the eye. “Just tell me what the hell this so I can go.”

“You have no right to talk to-“

I laughed out loud. “I have every right to talk to you like that. You are no longer my boss, and you are wasting my time. Tell me what this is so I can go.” I repeated, a smug smile crawling back to its rightful place.

He sighed, going beetroot in the face. “I have fired you for no other than personal reasons. Therefore, I must help you with your career by giving you something that will give you a push.” He droned, almost like he had memorised the words.

I looked at him blankly, my mind not computing. “Since when do you have to do that?” My mind wondered back to other jobs I had. No-one mentioned anything like that before.

“It’s this stupid company.” He spat, avoiding my gaze.

I had to contain my spiteful laughter. “I thought you were the boss of this ‘stupid company’?”

“I am the boss of this section.” He snapped, and I couldn’t help but give him another satisfied smile. He looked at the door and then at me, and I sighed, standing up.

“Looks like I’ll be seeing myself out then.” I said, walking out and slamming the door.

The biting cold made me shiver unintentionally, and I walked to the bus stop. I wondered where Ivan was then I realised that he must have been comfortably snuggled up Mr Boss man’s ass. I laughed inwardly at my lame joke as the bus came into view. I got on without any trouble (thank God) and sat near the back, regretting my choice instantaneously as some eejit decided his music taste was the best in the world and blasted it so loud that I was sure the little deaf old lady sitting in the next solar system could hear it.

I glared at the teen, making a point to give him the evils while getting off the bus. He looked back at me shiftily. Probably thought I was some kind of undercover policewoman or something. I have to say, I would’ve enjoyed the look on his face if I suddenly whipped out my identification card and arrested him on policy five of the fifth law with the fiftieth protocol or something.

My sadistic thoughts churned away as I reached my house, making me feel like an evil genius. Soon I was sitting comfortably on my precious armchair when I realised I hadn’t actually looked at the document that he’d given me. He didn’t even put it in an envelope for me, selfish bastard.

I read over all the small print and formalities, wanting to know what he chose to ‘give’ me. I knew that the whole thing was a bit iffy, but hey, I was getting free things, and who was I to say no? I wouldn’t have been surprised if he got me an interview for a cleaning lady or something, so you can imagine my disbelief when I saw this:

I’m giving her a plane ticket as it might boost her knowledge of the world and make her more sociable.

He had the guts to write that I wasn’t sociable. How dare he.

Besides that, he gave me a plane ticket?

That was a part from my story ‘Dream’ which I’m enjoying writing quite a lot. Probably because the character is as sarcastic and cynical as me.. mwahahaha. 

Anyways, I hope that will mean you forgive me. 

Salaam walaykum warahmatullah.

 
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Posted by on December 16, 2012 in Info

 

Chapter 24

Sarah’s brow furrowed, showing off the non-existent line. “ME?” She spat, her eyes scrunching up. “More like what the HECK are you doing here?!”

Jamie turned his head, closing his eyes, and took a deep breath. I don’t have time for this! He then turned to face Sarah and upon seeing her face have that devilish smirk on it, pushed her violently out of the way and opened the door of room 24.

On the other side of the door, Amatullah nearly screamed with frustration as she planned how she would deny the existence of this filthy piece of thing that just made their lives worse. Her plan was half formed, when the door opened suddenly, revealing the man from her dreams.

He strode in purposefully, only to stop abruptly, and swivel around when he saw Amatullah sink behind the covers while frantically looking for her hijab.

Jamie cleared his throat, his back still facing her. “Sorry.” He said, squeezing his fingers. 

He heard Abdullah sigh and stand up. Realisation hit Jamie – he had forgotten that Abdullah was there, and how extremely strict he was about Amatullah talking to ‘strangers’. He was tempted to open that wooden door, and just flee from there – not have to face Abdullah, or even Am. But he forced his brain to rid himself of such thoughts. He had agreed with Keith that he was going to solve his problems out. And now was the time to do it.

The pale walls next to the wooden door of the hospital room seemed to be very interesting in Jamie’s mind when he considered turning around. No, she needs more time; he tried to convince himself, anything to make an excuse not to confront the twins.

He was just about to muster up all his courage to turn around when he heard a very painful sounding bang from outside. He flinched, taking a step forward, his hand reaching for the door handle. The cool metal was a remedy for his burning hand, but as he was about to turn it, he felt a strong hand on his shoulder, urging him to leave it and stay. He had two choices, he could either stay, and face the dilemma he has been waiting to solve or ignore the plead for him to stay, and run out, avoiding any kind of anything emotional.

He chose the latter, and yanked the door open, hearing a resounding ‘duff’ as Abdullah fell to the floor – he had been leaning on his hand which was on Jamie’s shoulder. He jumped over Sarah’s body (also on the floor), and nearly tripped over her bag.

He made a run for it, not looking back, not even looking where he was heading. His breath came out in short pants as he searched frantically for a way out. He was too young for all this drama! It was too much for him. He almost cried with joy when he saw the familiar green exit sign and dove for the door, breathing in the fresh air as if he had been kept away from it the whole time. Hands on knees, he realised what an idiot he is.

He stood up straight, and ran his fingers through his hair, exasperated. He honestly didn’t have a clue what to do. Should he go back and apologise? No, he’d look like a right klutz after running out like that, and plus he didn’t have the guts to have this conversation with Amatullah that she has expected for so long. And he couldn’t stand the cause of all this – Sarah. So he decided that he’d be better off going home, having a bit of rest, a bit of partying, maybe a few girls and just forgetting about everything that has happened within the span of the last day.

He sighed as he got into his car, shaking his head. How on Earth could he think about other girls when the love of his life was right there and he made a run for it? And why, just why is he such a coward? He’d done it twice now, just to top off everything that Amatullah was going through.

The night was quiet save a few cars and drunkards here and there. The moon shone brightly, big and beautiful. He wondered how Am would react when he got round to telling her why he fled. If he got round to telling her that is, provided he doesn’t just chicken out of it at the last minute.

****

Amatullah shook her head disbelievingly, stifling a laugh at Abdullah’s annoyed face.

“What is with that guy?” Abdullah hissed, getting up from the floor and straightening out his thobe. “And what is going on outside?” He made his way to the door, and peered outside, looking at Keith with a confused face.

“Assalam alaikum brother,” He greeted, confusion etched on his face.

“Walaykum salam Adbullah!” Keith replied, smiling.

“You look familiar…” Abdullah’s eyes distanced off as he tried to remember who this man was. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

Keith grinned, knowing this would be the thing that gave it away. “Keith. How’s it hanging bruv?”

Abdullah’s eyes widened as he took in this man stood before him. He was wearing a white thobe with three quarters and a white hat. His chin showed a small beard and he smelled sweetly of musk. “Keith?” He croaked, disbelief etched in his voice. “Keith as in, druggie Keith? As in Keith who gave Sarah my number?”

“Ok, ok, no need to list everything I’ve ever done wrong in life.” Keith joked., trying desperately to stop Abdullah staring at him and lighten the mood slightly.

Abdullah didn’t even register what he said, too busy processing what had happened in his head. Keith has become a Muslim. It sounded so wrong! But then who was he to judge what sounded wrong and what didn’t, it was because of Allah such a great thing happened, and he could do nothing but accept it with open arms.

*****

WOOT WOOT I wrote another chapter, I should be given an award :P It wasn’t very long soz, but as I said, I’ve been editing. Thanks for all the support guys. Thank you and I love you!

 
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Posted by on August 28, 2012 in Chapter 24

 

SALAM ALAYKUM PPLZ

GUYS! HOW I’VE MISSED YOU (if you even exist)

I did okayish in my January exams, but BOMBED the June ones. I got 8 As and 3 Bs Alhamdulillah.

Also, I have started writing numerous books, which you can check out on Wattpad: Click HERE Don’t forget to read the stories yeah?

My tumblr link was being a dud so here is the new link: click HERE

And I’m also on instagram: TheRadicalRadish

I LOVE YOU GUYS. I thought everyone had forgotten about this blog, I certainly did. Soz, but I dont think I’m going to be posting too much (starting college inshaa Allah) BUT, I’m editing the story, so it actually makes sense…

I swear, I was reading it and apparently it was night or something and in the next chapter suddenly I switched to day.. I gotta correct everything.

Anyways, I hope you’re all well inshaa Allah. Please don’t kill me. Please forgive me.

A chapter is on the way! YAY

BTW, I think I’m gonna change my name to TheRadicalRadish

xD

 
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Posted by on August 28, 2012 in Info

 

I dont even think anyone follows this blog anymore

But anyways.. I am REALLY busy, and dont have ANY ideas of how to carry on with my writing. If you have a problem with that, by all means, hate me. But I have about 11 Exams I have to sit in January, and I am not prepared to fail even 1. And with that goodbye. :)

PLEASE FORGIVE ME! I REALLY WANT TO WRTIE, BUT I HAVE TO PREVENT MYSELF OTHERWISE IM GOING TO FAIL EVERYTHING! i’M GOING TO COME TO THIS STORY SOON IN SHAA ALLAH, SO DONT GIVE UP!

 
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Posted by on December 21, 2011 in Info

 

Hows life?

Ermm…ha-ha.. Erm well.. talk about awkward.

Lets just say that Ive ben VERY busy with school and madrasah and school, and an awesome website called tumblr. Click here to visit. Please do. And get a tumblr. Its awesome. :) and forgive me aswell. The next chap is still gonna come. Dont lose fatih in me. Dont lose hope. its all good. O.k, now BYEEEEEEEEEE

 
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Posted by on September 16, 2011 in Info

 

Chapter 23

The cold hit Amatullah like a ton of bricks. Shivering, she got out of bed, only to be pulled back by a dozen tubes up her nostrils. She was still in hospital. She scrunched her eyes up, and took a deep breath. She paced backwards and got back into her bed, wincing as her elbow touched her stomach area. She looked around, seeing that nearly all the lights were switched off save a few in the corridor.

Her room was quite big with a big window overlooking the city. There were two chairs, one on either side of her bed, and a big machine next to her head.

She sighed, willing the pain in her head to go away. She closed her eyes again, trying the “breathing in” technique again, but as she tried to take a deep breath, she felt something blocking her nose. Her hand automatically reached her nose, and tried to remove anything that was preventing that deep breath that she needed so much. She felt something attached to her somehow, something plastic, and she pulled at it, trying to rid it of her. She screamed in agony when she realised that it was the tube that was “conveniently” placed in her nose.

Someone jumped up frantically beside her, and tried to comfort her in a very non-comforting voice. It was Abdullah.

“Shh, what happened? He whispered, holding her head against his chest.

“I had a bad dream,” she mumbled, sniffing in the familiar scent of her brother.

“It’s all going to be alright, o.k? You just sleep.”

“There was a man in the dream.” Amatullah said, feeling Abdullah tense his muscles.

“What happened?” He said sharply.

“The man tried to kill me,” Amatullah said, keeping back a sob.

Abdullah felt her body shake, and wrapped his arms tighter around her. “Shh, it was just a dream.”

Amatullah sniffed again, moving away from his comforting arms. She sat up straight and looked straight into Abdullah’s eyes.

“Abdullah, the man was Jamie.”

*****

Jamie jolted awake, breathing fast. He felt around him for his lamp, and closed his eyes tight when it switched on. He opened his eyes slightly, and reached for the dial to lower the power of the light that was emanating from the lamp. His eyes opened as the light dimmed, and he saw his mobile flashing.

Unknown Number  

He sighed, pressing the “accept” button. He was met with a deep voice which seemed very awake.

“Are you Jamie?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Can you open the door?”

Jamie’s eyebrows furrowed, and he listened out for the doorbell. There it was.

That’s weird, he thought to himself. Normally, he was complaining that the doorbell was too loud for its own good. Now it was doing the opposite.

He walked to the door calmly, kidding himself that he wasn’t scared. His hand placed itself on the handle, and he was about to push it, but it lingered there for a second, hesitating. Finally, his nerve told him to just open the door and get it over with done with.

The door swung open, a gust of wind overpowering Jamie’s pull. There stood a man with a small beard, and a white thobe and white hat.

He shivered in the breeze that the night provided, and stuck out his hand.

Jamie looked him up and down, and sniggered, his eyes getting used to the light. As his gaze travelled back to his face, his sniggering stopped. It was a man of this community. It was a white man.

The man’s hand had faltered by now, falling back to his side. Jamie – suddenly being all respective now that he saw that the man was white- stuck his hand out instead.

“Jamie.” Said Jamie. “Nice to meet you.”

“An honour.” The man said back, “Oh, and Kevin.” He smiled

*****

Abdullah looked at her carefully, taking in the words she just said.

“Jamie?” He asked, “The guy who used to be your best friend?”

Amatullah nodded, her eyes big.

Abdullah took a deep breath in and shook his head, his eyes closed. “Forget about this guy Amatullah. He’s not worth it. At all.”

*****

“So Kevin, when did you revert to Islam?” Jamie said, the word Islam heavy on his tongue.

They were sat in Jamie’s living room, the beige walls giving into dirt, and the brown carpet scuffed and dirty. Jamie had let Kevin in, and enquired about his strange code of dress.

Kevin had let him know that after a couple of VERY long sessions with a boy named Idris, he had seen the light of this beautiful religion, and had decided to convert.

Jamie pretended to look interested as he delved into why Jamie should turn Muslim, when really; all he was thinking about was the reason behind this man’s appearance. Was it just to turn him Muslim?

“… and you can find a lot of great information of the miracles of the Quran on a lot of various websites, I mean the miracles are the best part in my opinion, that’s what made my eyes open and look really deeply in-” Kevin was cut off half way, interrupted by a very annoyed Jamie who wanted to sleep.

“Why are you here?” He said, blunt and to the point.

“Ah.” Kevin paused, comically putting his finger on his chin. “I hear you have a friend called Amatullah.” He paused again, waiting for Jamie’s reply.

“Yeah… and?” Jamie shook his head, holding up his hands in question.

“Well, my friend Abdullah is his sister, and I did a very bad thing to him. I need you to get through to the hospital and into their ward or room with Amatullah giving you permission.” He smiled nervously, awaiting the answer.

“Oof. Asking quite a lot aren’t you?” Jamie said, smiling devilishly.

Kevin looked at his hands sheepishly, intertwining them, and then separating them. He did this about seven times before he looked up inquiry masking his eyes.

“Well, are you going to…” He said, breathing in deeply.

Jamie sighed, weighing his options. If he didn’t then he would be able to sleep, and never see this odd man again, but if he did then he would get to see Amatullah, and maybe explain to her his feelings.

“Yes,” He said, “I’ll do it.”

****

Amatullah flopped back onto the bed, being careful not to pull on any of the tubes.

“Urgh, what are these tubes for anyways?” she said, twitching her nose.

Abdullah sat down on the chair next hers. “They’re for your food. The food goes form this bag,” he pointed up, “through this tube, through your nose and into your stomach.” He said, in a very matter-of-fact way.

Amatullah’s eyes widened in horror. “But… but I can eat!” she said, almost defensively, and picked up a chocolate bar, eating it as if it was evidence.

Abdullah looked up from the magazine he had picked up, and chuckled. “Of course you can eat now… but you were unconscious for just over a week, Am.”

Amatullah nearly choked on the chocolate bar she was eating. “How long?!” she spluttered.

Abdullah seemed to find this incredibly funny. “Calm down dear! A week isn’t that long, plus you’ve been well looked after. How’s that stitch going then?”

Amatullah’s eyebrows frowned. “What stitch? I haven’t been running anywhere…”

Abdullah burst out laughing. “You should be in hospital more often! Just hilarious.”

He looked back at his magazine, smiling. Amatullah sighed, and stared at the ceiling, slowly lying back down again.

Suddenly, Abdullah’s phone started ringing, a shrill noise. Amatullah glanced at the bed side table, craning her neck to see.

Unknown number

Her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to work out whose number it was:  07123456789 – it looked really familiar. Maybe it’s that guy that called Abdi in the middle of night, she thought.

Abdullah stood up from his chair, and walked to the bedside table, and picked up the phone. He tilted his head as he tried to figure out whose number it might be. The phone carried on ringing, this was its fourteenth ring, and none of Abdullah’s friends waited that long.

“Oh, just pick up the damn phone will you?” Amatullah said in an exasperated tone, wanting to find out who it was.

“Hello?” Abdullah said cautiously, turning around so his back was facing Amatullah

“Hey babe, how are you doing…? I’m coming to the hospital soon, to vis-” Abdullah snapped the phone shut. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath turning round a second later. She looked at him with knowing eyes.

“Sarah.” They both said simultaneously.

****

Kevin’s eyes lit up, happy that he could now seek forgiveness from Abdullah, then from Allah. He stood up, and was about to pull Jamie up as well, when he saw his face. Jamie had his face buried in the palm of his hands, and his body shook slightly every few minutes. Kevin looked downfallen. He was rubbish in these kinds of situations.

He sat down next to Jamie, awkwardly patting his back, wondering why he was acting in such a way.

“What’s up mate?” Kevin said, softening his voice. He hadn’t done this for a very long time.

Jamie sniffed, and looked up, staring at the sofa opposite him. His hand curled up into a ball, and he put it on his mouth. “I did a very terrible thing as well.” He said, shaking his head.

Kevin’s eyebrows furrowed, wondering what he could have possibly done wrong. Then it hit him. He was Abdullah’s sister’s friend. And it was Abdullah’s sister who was in hospital. Crap! He thought.

“What happened?” Kevin tried to coax it out of Jamie, and it seemed to be working.

They stood up, and left the house, taking Kevin’s car to the hospital. On the way there, Jamie spilt the beans.

A long silence ensued.

Finally Kevin spoke up. “So we both know Sarah then?”

Jamie looked at his hands. “And we both hate her.”

****

Abdullah threw the phone on the floor, cursing Kevin. “What a friend he turned out to be! Dealing drugs, girls, the lot!”

Amatullah positioned herself so there was space on the bed. She patted the space beside her, and looked at him forlornly.

“Abdi, the guy was bound to go like that. You said it yourself, it’s typical. Remember?”

He didn’t sit down, instead pacing to and fro.

“What did she say?” Amatullah said carefully eyeing him.

“She’s going to come.” He sniffed. “But she’s not. I’m not letting that thing anywhere near you.” He said determined.

Amatullah flopped back on the hospital bed for the third time since she woke up. “I don’t know why you’re making all this fuss you know.” She said to the ceiling. “She’s just one person. She really can’t do a lot.”

Abdullah sat back down on his chair, picking up the half eaten chocolate. “Don’t you want to finish you chocolate?”

“No.”

He bit into it, and was silent for a while, as if thinking over what Amatullah just said. “Hmm. You’re right. But if she comes, you can deal with her, because I don’t want any fitnah with that girl.”

Suddenly the door swung open. “What’s ‘fitnah’? And how do I give it?”

Curls with extra volume, chocolate brown hair bouncing on her shoulders, killer heels the colour of blood, a face caked with make-up, and a tight fitted sparkly dress.

Sarah.

“Audhoobillah,” Abdullah said, turning his chair around.

Amatullah banged her head against the bed, her eyes scrunched tightly. Oh Lord, why?

She opened one eye, just to see that Sarah was fixing her hair in the mirror, not at all bothered by the twins’ reaction to her presence.

Amatullah sighed, wincing as she sat up. “Sarah, why are you here?” she sighed again, as if dreading the answer.

“We need to talk.” She said simply, cocking her head to the side.

“I think we’ve talked enough to be honest-”

“Not you, you div, your brother.” She laced some sweetness with the last to words.

Abdullah almost choked on the chocolate he was munching happily. He spoke up: “I’d rather not.”

Sarah scoffed. “I know you better than you know yourself.” She said, pouting her lips and raising her eyebrows. She took out a biggish mirror from the sequined bag she had, and positioned it so she could see his face, and he could see hers. “I’ll be outside…” she smiled, and opened the door, a piece of paper fluttering from her hand to the floor.

****

After entering the hospital, Jamie and Kevin rushed up the stairs, taking them two at a time. The queue for the lift was too long for their liking. When they got to the ward Amatullah was placed in, they speed walked all the way down the corridor, looking left and right for the right number room.

“What room was it again?” Kevin asked.

Jamie looked at the paper they had been given. “Erm, 24.”

The looked at the room they were at, and walked backwards one or two steps.

“This is it.” Kevin sighed.

“You got that right.” Replied Jamie.

They were just about to open the door when Sarah walked out, confidently pouting. Her face was changed instantly when she saw Kevin and Jamie.

“What are you doing here?” Jamie said, giving her a disgusted look.

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Salam! see I am true to my word. It was quite long, but I hope you liked it! The next one is going to take some time but I’ll try my hardest to get it done on time. :)

 
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Posted by on August 9, 2011 in Chapter 23

 

Sorry

Im so sorry i havent posted in aaaaages, i have had quite a few comlaints about the lack of posting, soz guys!

The next chap will be up sometime tomoz inshaAllah. It’s quite long, and there is quite a bit going on..

Please bear with me my lovely readers, and keep on reading. Jazakallahu khayran!

Wa Ramadhan Kareem! Assalamualaikum warahmatullah

 
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Posted by on August 8, 2011 in Info

 
 
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