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Khadija (R.A)

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Mashal

The moon is not perfect.

Even Allah says in surah Yaseen that He has made phases for the moon till it becomes like the old and withered date stalk.

It never stays young and happy. Even the moon has to go through sadness, grief and death.

Just like humans.

It has dark patches and weird spots on its silver face. As I stared up at the beautiful full moon, I couldn't understand how something so imperfect could still be so beautiful.
So beautiful that once you glance at it, you just don't want to look away.

"Mashal what did he tell you?"
Ibrahim's unexpected question caught me off guard and I finally looked away from the moon, towards his face.

We were in a rikshaw, headed over to the airport. I don't know how many hours Ibrahim spends in the gym but he was somehow able to silently climb down the wall of Mrs. Shamim's house with me on his back.

After that we didn't look back until we found a rikshaw and I instructed the driver to rush to the airport as fast as he could.

"About what?" I asked in a muted tone.

I had been avoiding talking to Ibrahim the whole time because I just didn't have the energy to face his questions and also because I didn't want to think of Zeyara.

The moon had done a good job in distracting me but I guess now I had to answer Ibrahim.

He looked distressed as he spoke. "Did he tell you something about.......Alnihayya?"

That's weird.
How does Ibrahim know that Zeyara would talk to me about Alnihayya?

I had been kidnapped and taken to some other country. His first question should've been, 'Why did he kidnap you?' But instead he asked about Alnihayya.

There was something Ibrahim was hiding from me.
Everyone had been hiding things from me. No one ever tells me the complete truth.
This time, I'm gonna do the same.
"No, why?" I shrugged, counter questioning him.

His tense face relaxed after hearing my answer. All the stress washed off his face as if a huge burden had been taken off his shoulders.

This made me doubt him even more. Why would my 'no' to his question make him so at ease. There was definitely something suspicious going on.

"Nothing, just asking. Thank God he didn't tell you lies to separate us." He muttered and glanced at his watch to check the time.

"Hey. No one can separate me from you. You're the only family I have and I know you would never dream of hurting me." I whispered lowly, staring directly into his black eyes as the moon washed us in its silver light, but he immediately broke the stare looking away from me as if he couldn't handle my gaze.

He was guilty of something. I could tell this, just by his behaviour.
He didn't reply to my emotional statement. He didn't even ask me anything else, assuming that the coversation was over.

For me, however, it was not over yet. "Ibrahim how did you know that Zeyara brought me to Pakistan?" I asked with my brows raised with curiosity.

"I uh......" He stuttered, clearly unsure of what to say and yet again he checked the time on his watch before replying. "There was only one flight at the time that he kidnapped you. So obviously he would've taken that flight and that was the flight to Pakistan."

I nodded and continued asking, "Okay so how did you know it was Zeyara who kidnapped me? How were you so sure that he would take me out of the country and not somewhere else?"

He nervously looked out of the rikshaw, maybe thinking of an answer to my witty question, when the airport came into view and he quickly exclaimed. "We're here! We can just buy the tickets online for the next flig-"

"I asked you something!" I snapped at him, cutting his sentence in the middle. He was clearly trying to change the topic but I wasn't going to let that happen.

"We have to go now. I'll tell you later on." He said in a hushed tone, glancing at the time on his watch for the millionth time.

What is he getting late for?

"No!" I thundered, "I'm not moving an inch from here until you answer my questions."
I was not going to be fooled once again. Not at any cost.

The rikshaw stopped abruptly, indicating that we had reached our destination. I looked out to the see rows of cars parked in the poorly lit airport car park.

The driver turned around to face us, as if asking whether we were going to get off or not.
"Can we please get off now?" Ibrahim whined, pointing at the rikshaw driver who was clearly annoyed by our coversation in english which was a completely foreign laguage for him.

Knowing that there was no other option than getting off, I sighed in defeat and stepped out of the rikshaw. Ibrahim also made his way out with me.

"Answer me!" I howled as soon as we got off the rikshaw, my voice syncing with the planes taking off and landing on the airport runway.

He looked at his watch once again before finally facing me when the rikshaw drove off and there was no one left except me, him and the numerous cars. "Because I know Zeyara is not a good person. I even warned you about him. He just wants to feed you with lies and confuse you. "

"No." I shook my head violently. "How did you know that I was in that house? There are a million houses in Pakistan! You are not telling me the truth."

He was not making any sense at all. He was lying to me. First Zeyara and now my own brother was lying to me.

He didn't reply to me and took out his phone instead. I watched him impatiently while he tapped and swiped his screen, not caring about the water that had started escaping my eyes.

He said earlier that he would not spare Zeyara for making me cry and now what? Would he not account himself for making me cry?

"I'm talking to you Ibrahim! Tell me." I screamed. My voice breaking the silence of the cold, dark parking lot of the airport.
There weren't many people around and I was glad.
At least I could have a one to one direct coversation with Ibrahim.
"Tell me how you knew about Alnihayya?" I bellowed once again.

Now that I mentioned Alnihayya, he glanced up form his mobile screen in frustration. "He told you. Didn't he?" He asked without any hint of surprise in his voice.

"Yes he did!" I screamed, "He told me that you were with ISIS. Tell me Ibrahim. Tell me that is not correct."

The last part of my sentence came out as a plead.
I was literally begging him.
Begging to say that Zeyara was wrong, that my brother could not be a terrorist.

He looked away at his watch once again. "Its time. They should be here any minute now." He murmured beneath his breath.

"Who?" I asked in frustration that he had ignored my question completely.

Before he could answer, I heard heavy footsteps coming towards us. They were not the footsteps of one man, they were many men.
I looked around helplessly as they appeared from the darkness.

Loathsome middle aged men with lustful eyes and wide smirks on their faces.
"No" I gasped in fear, realising that they were terrorists as my eyes wandered to the lethal rifles they were hiding under their jackets.

Rabbi save me!
I took a step back, swallowing the lump of fear in my throat.
The whole time, my mind was telling me the same thing; Zeyara was right.
He was so right.

"I- I trusted you!" I murmured with my cracked voice, staring at Ibrahim.

He diverted his gaze away from me. He couldn't face me at all. He looked guilty and worried but he didn't say a word to me.

Instead he looked at one of those terrorists who seemed to be their leader because of the deadly authority oozing around him and addressed him. "Sanan I got you the password. Now keep to your promise and don't touch her. Just get a little sample of her blood and leave!"

I felt myself trembling as soon as Ibrahim said this and instead of answering him, Sanan's eyes travelled to me and he scanned me from top to bottom, with a wide smirk plastered on his face.

I felt uneasy under his gaze. It was clearly lustful and even though I was wearing a veil, I was wishing that I had worn ten thousand veils in front of this man.

"Hmmmm......you see Ibrahim, me and my men searched the whole of Syria, England and now we had to come to Pakistan just for that password. We're tired now. We want our prize." He laughed, addressing my brother. "Your sister looks like really good entertainment. We would all love to take turns with-"

Did he just say that.....that he would.....
My heart lurched in my chest, as the meaning of his words settled in my brain.
All these fierce beasts.
They could do things even worse than killing me.
No.

"You bastard!" Ibrahim lurched at him, with his face heated red in anger. His punch landed right on Sanan's jaw and he stepped back with the blood from his lips dripping down on the floor.

"That was not a good idea." Sanan said, wiping off the blood with the back of his hand and let out a humor less laugh.
The laughter spread out to the other men too. All of them were laughing like a devil at our demise and moved in closer towards Ibrahim.

They were seven or eight men with weapons and I knew Ibrahim was nothing in front of them. Still he balled his fists and pretended to look unfazed by the death threat that they posed.

My face bloated with tears and I screamed in anguish as they all launched multiple punches and kicks at Ibrahim. He tried to fight back but they were so many! He didn't know who to fight first. He lost his balance and fell down but they didn't stop kicking him. Some of them even had metal rods which struck him like bullets. The sight buried me alive.
Every time he received a punch, I died a little from inside. I wanted to do something. I wanted to save him but those men scared me after what Sanan had said. I didn't want to go near them.

Sanan was still laughing. His stinging voice was like poison in my ears.

"No!" I screamed, running up to Ibrahim when I couldn't take it anymore.
I gasped in horror seeing his torn shirt and rich red blood everywhere.

"Leave him!" I cried, squeezing my way through the group of rough and tough men and melted to the floor where Ibrahim was.

They stopped hitting him, once I was near him and I was thankful for that. The condition Ibrahim was in, if he had received just one more punch, he might have lost it.

I rested his head in my lap and my tears fell on his face covered with blood. He didn't have the energy to say anything. He couldn't even open his eyes wide.
"Ibrahim." I gasped.

There was blood everywhere. I didn't know which part of his body to care for, first. I tried using his torn shirt to wipe off the blood from his chest but it just didn't stop bleeding. My hands were covered in his blood as he lay almost lifeless in my arms.

"Enough of that emotional drama. Tie her and take take her along!" San ordered his men in a powerful, authoritative voice.

"No! Don't you dare touch me!" I whimpered, but in vain.

They chuckled at my feeble attempts and one of them even whistled as they pulled me off Ibrahim. "Don't leave him like that! He'll die!" I pleaded as the strong arms dragged me away from him.

For me everything else was blurred except for my brother's body. I didn't care about anything else. I was struggling, wrestling to get out of the grip of the man who was holding me.
I don't know why, but I ended up biting the arm that was holding me and broke out of his grasp as he winced in pain.

I rushed over to Ibrahim once again, not caring about anything else. "You're strong brother! You carried me off the wall. You can't just lose it!" I scremead, shaking my head in defiance as I held his face in my hands.

"She's a wild one." I heard Sanan chuckle, "Just like her father. Give her the injection. Her screams are annoying me."

As soon as he ordered, his men leapt towards me. I tensed knowing which injection he meant.

It must be the same injection that Zeyara used to get me unconscious. The thought of what they could do to me while I was unconscious, sent shivers down my spine.
"Please don't!" I begged.

But I was too late because someone pinned something to my left arm and in a matter of seconds everything blurred out.

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This was supposed to be a tad bit emotional but instead it's making me laugh. Maybe because of the way you guys will react by the cliff hanger.

Don't murder me please xD

Have a happy day!

-Muskaan.