Hello guys!

So I am back as I have mentioned but as I came home late yesterday night I haven't been able to produce a chapter that I am happy with. However as promised I have a chapter for you guys.

I am still yet lagged so not able to think properly lol.

Anyway, Ramadan Mubarak to all Muslims and for everyone I hope you all are doing great <3

Love
Shona

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Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light.

Helen Keller

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Gosh, my head feels so heavy. A grimace arises on my face as I feel pain shoot up at the back of my head and my body doesn't want to obey my commands. I really need an aspirin. Breathing through my noise I try to open my sour eyes, what's going on? I can't move and feel stuck, trying to scream nothing comes out of me. Slowly and painfully opening my eyes with force I only register darkness, where am I? Where's Shawn?

Trying to sit up I notice that I am tied and that's when it hits me, flashes of being hit foully on the head makes me cringe. I try to scream but my noises comes out muffled as my mouth is gaged. With what? I can't see as my eyes doesn't reach my mouth, just great. However it does feel like tape.

I close my eyes and just pray, please Allah save me from whatever disaster I have gotten myself into. Opening my eyes again I let my eyes adapts to the dark, I notice that I am in a hotel room similar to the one we are staying in right now, thrown onto the couch. My neck feels stiff. That means we must still be in Grand Hotel!

As my arms are behind my back I can barely feel my sleeping arms. Giving up the idea of trying to save myself I just lay there exhausted. Excuse me, you might think that I am pathetic but I am not a part of a novel or movie to act like the strong heroine finding a loop and ending up saving myself. No, I am Sana.

A stupid average girl making stupid decisions and believes she is a superwoman, when she isn't. Gosh, I now wish I had listened to Shawn and just stayed back at the apartment. But no, I need to act upon my childish thoughts. What was I thinking when wanting to play a agent? I couldn't even use the selfdefense skills Shawn thought me when needed.

The door opens making me alert and snaps me out of my thoughts. A dark figure can be seen and the sharp light flickered on makes me cringe. I close my eyes at the speed of light. Opening my eyes again I try to adapt them to the new environment and get a hum of who the heck is trying to make my life miserable. Narrowing my eyes I find a too familiar face across of me. You got to be kidding me, not again.

Yousef stands in front of me with all his glory, smirking with crossed arms. Now that the lights are on I notice that I don't have my Niqab on, well isn't that lovely? My eyes widens with the step he starts to take to approach me. Gosh, I can't even scream and that's not due to the gag but more because my system freezes at the sight of him.

Yousefs sits down on his knees on the floor beside me at the couch and his cold hard hand reaches my cheek. He holds onto the corner of the gag and pulls it in one swift move making me gasp in pain. With tears in my eyes I look at his hand while he crumbles the silver tape with pleasure, that felt like waxing and I am seriously going to be swollen around my lips as sensitive as my skin around there is.

Just the mere presence of Yousef is horrifying enough and I just want to hide from his gaze. He leans in making my heart drum in fear and I shift my head to the left so he reaches my ear. "Try to run now." Yousef slowly whispers each words into my ear making a shiver run down my spine while he leans back.

My horror filled eyes darts up to his mocking ones. That's it, he is a bloody psychopath. Disgusted I look away, the white ceiling is a much better sight than his stupid face.

"What happened Sana, won't you fight me today?" He continues and a sudden rage fills my veins.

"Do you even know what Islam stands for?" I question with my eyes still on the ceiling and tears streams down to the sides from the corner of my eyes. "Every single action of yours is against Islam." I whispers.

To my surprise Yousef starts to laugh. "Islam doesn't have place for girls like you." He says as if he is the one to judge that.

"Yeah and what about men like you? You even did injustice to Sahara! Your own wife!" I scream at him.

Yousef tilts his head. "You think I would ever touch you in a wrong way? I was only going to scare you and kill you but due to you Sahara ran away thinking that I would ever touch you inappropriately." Yousef states and I raise my eyebrow at him. "Girls like you disgust me so don't worry about that part." He emphasis with a grimace. "I hate how you try to compete with men and how the freedom gets to your head." He adds bored.

My ears must be playing a game with me, how narrow minded can someone be? Is he seriously that dense? "Islam considers every human being equal, disregarded their gender!" I snap at him and he actually seem a bit taken aback. "Yes we might have different roles but we are equal! Woman have the right to do whatever she pleases and with her own will!" Yousef smirks to mock but I decide to ignore it. "Women and men are created for the purpose to worship Allah and not for a battle of the gender! You of all should know how high the rank of a woman is in Islam, a woman can create a path to Jannah, aka heaven, for her father, husband and children." I end my small speech as I know that it is futile to speak to someone who doesn't want to listen, he has purposely turned deaf.

The short reply of his makes me even more irritated. "Done?" My bound hands are itching to slap of his disgusting smirk.

"No." I challenge him by shifting my gaze to him. "Disgusting men like you ruin the image of Islam and ruin the lives of woman." I spit out through gritted teeth.

Yousef continues to smirk to my surprise and my stomach knots as if warning me to keep quite. His hand suddenly flies to grip my face by my cheeks between his thump and fingers. Getting startled I flinch as his fingers painfully digs into my sensitive skin. Loosen his grip he smiles a soft smile, what's wrong with him? "Oh god, sorry Sana are you hurt?" He acts and I blink my eyes rapidly.

I try to inhale a deep breath and try to calm my drumming heart. I am not going to cry in front of him and appear weak. That thought reminds me of Adam and Shawn. Shawn had told Adam that crying is a sign of weakness, but that's a entirely different matter. Adam is a five years old kid! Sana, focus please! You have a maniac in front of you!

Yousef takes out something from his back pocket and flip it with a click, my eyes widens at the sight of the pocketknife while his smile grows wider. A shudder runs down my spine as the cold object touches my skin at the side of my jawline. Frozen to my spot I can feel hot tears streaming down my cheeks, that was so much for not crying.

He wipes away my tears with his thumb and I just want the ground to swallow me. "I am not even going to argue with you as I am too happy today. It is a pity that you couldn't attend the last hour of the conference as it gave a really interesting, or you could say crucial, bit of information." Yousef says as if that would actually make my curiosity trigger, I just stare at him with a blank expression. "Well, sharing is caring so I want you to know. A mujahid, aka a person who fights for jihad meaning a holy war, will sacrifice himself in the center of life in Stockholm." My mind goes blank, my brain can't comprehend his words as they aren't making any sense.

He isn't talking about a suicide bomber, is he? "Center of life?" Is the only words my mind snaps up and I manage to mumble out.

Yousef seem excited and nods. "Yeah, in Stockholm central, where all the subways and trains has their transit. Where thousands of people daily passes through." He says with joy as if being a poet.

My eyes waters up, he can't be serious? My breathing starts to hitch, that's the place I daily pass through, that's where I change my trains and that's where my near ones transit. "Please no." I whisper while tears falls from my tired eyes.

His smile starts to fade upon hearing my plea. "And why not? Aren't you happy that we are striving for a Muslim world?" A lump forms in my throat, this is ridiculous.

This is just so ridiculous, how can someone be so heartless? "Islam should never be thrown or forced on someone. Islam teaches tolerance, we should always let people believe and do what they feel like. Jihad has many meaning to it, just interpreting that it is holy war doesn't make sense. The real meaning is striving!" I hate it when people use the word Jihad in the wrong context and meaning. "The best form of Jihad is when striving to become a better human being and Muslim, to strive with your own inner demons! War is the lowest form of Jihad, which we only should go through with when we are attacked and don't have any choice. Even then aren't we allowed to harm any children, woman, old and innocent." Yousefs jaws tightens and just stares at me with a unreadable expression. "You are just a bunch of murderers with a excuse." My heart hammers as the last words leaves my mouth and I lower my gaze, maybe I do talk too much but this is so wrong.

After a moments of awkward silence he decides to talk. "You know why I hate you?" He questions and I mentally roll my eyes, please enlighten me. "Because you are brainwashed by the European society, you think you are a good human being but you really aren't." That's just not true.

I unwillingly meet his gaze again. "I don't think I am a good person but I am at least better than what I have seen of you till date." I tell him my honest opinion.

"You're just one of those who like to watch your Muslim brother and sisters suffer. You don't care about them at all as long as your image is safe. Do you know how much people go through?" He questions bitterly and that makes my anger flare up.

"Will you tell me how much Muslim people suffers? Muslims are suffering due to people like you, and even I am suffering because of you! Due to your idiotic games! I know that our people are misunderstood but that doesn't give you the right to take such brutal measurements! You kill innocent people and justify it by saying that you're doing Islam a favor. Islam doesn't need you, you need Islam!" I snap at him feeling offended. "If you take a eye for a eye, the whole world will end up blind. Islam teaches patience and faith in Allah. You're not allowed to take matters into your own hands and murder! How can you? Doesn't your hands shake?" I question with a rasp voice, I can't understand how someone actually can take a persons life. "You support ISIS without understanding the depth of their destruction. The only thing they are capable of is to murder and destroy. It is freaking sick. You tell me, how happy will Allah be with you when you murder his creation? When you murder innocent? Forget innocent, what about all the Muslims they murder? You say you stand up for their rights then why are you letting Muslims suffer and die?" Why can't his dense head take in this very simple and logical information, killing is wrong.

Yousef stares at me again with a blank expression and then startling me as he laughs. He actually laughs, hysterically and dumbfounded I just stare at him. This man right in front of me disgust me. "You just said that there is various forms of jihad and I agree this is the lowest form." He doesn't understand, he will never understand, this is not even a form of jihad! "But those innocent you're so worried about will die as martyrs." My jaw falls to the ground and I gape at the so called man in front of me.

How can he say such a thing so casually? How can he take it so easily? "You're sick. Suicide and murder is haram meaning forbidden, period. No one else than Allah has the right to take a life, you're a disgrace." I throw at him.

Yousef raises his hand making me tilt my head to the side due to sheer reflection. As on cue the door opens to the room and I sigh in somewhat relief. Allhamdullilah, thank you Allah.

Aunt Heba, Maryam and Sara walks in and the shock seen on their face is priceless. Yes aunt Heba, this is your son. "Yousef! What is wrong with you? Get out from here!" Aunt Heba yells at him disgust evident in her voice. "You have already messed everything up ones!" She screams at him with tears brimming in her eyes.

Yousef slowly puts down his hand and lets it fall to his side. "I don't know why you have a soft corner for her." He utters to his mother and before leaving the room he gives me a one last glare.

The door closes with a thud and the woman in front of me looks at me with pity and confusion mixed in their eyes. I can literally see Aunt Hebas inner debating with herself.

"Please let me go." I whisper cutting through the silence, snapping the ladies out of their thoughts.

Aunt Heba stares at me with warmth in her eyes. "Sana, I really wished I could do that but you shattered my family." She hesitantly says.

"Aunti, how can you call that a family? Everything in your life is about revenge, how can you live like that? I thought you knew better than that?"

"I know my child but I love my husband and children." Aunt Heba states but doesn't see the bigger picture.

"Then save them aunti! Save them from ruining their lives. Look at Maryam and Sara, don't they deserve a normal life?" I really want them to open their eyes for a better future. "I want you guys to start afresh. Your names have been erased from the guest list. You deserve a second change, fight for a better future! Please!" I beg them.

Why is it so hard for people to understand that life is not about living with grudges. It is about to make the best out of everything you have and fight for a better tomorrow.

"Sana, life isn't that easy." Sara whispers. "Don't you think we want to live a normal life? We also have dreams." A tear falls from the corner of her eye and I sigh.

"Exactly, life isn't easy. You have to struggle and fight to make your dreams come true. Nothing is impossible. If you really want your dreams to come true then strive for it and with Allahs wish you will reach your goals. Just please don't support terrorism, please." Before I can persuade them any further the door bolts open and in comes Osman uncle with his sons close behind.

"Give me the Bluetooth." Osman uncle says to Yousef without even sparing me a glance.

I look on while Yousef hands Osman uncle the device which belongs to me or more like Zaki. The stupid moron has gone through my pockets. Thankfully I had left behind my mobile in the hotel room. Osman uncle turns it on and strangely he starts to talk through it, how can it work? I thought the radius were not that far stretched. Well, what can I say? Zaki and his gadgets.

"No Shawn, you have betrayed us ones. I want all the evidence you have against us." Osman uncle stays quite as he's listening to Shawn at the other end.

The anticipation is killing me. Osman uncle comes towards me and my eyes widens at the same time as my heart is consumed in a sudden fear. He takes off the Bluetooth and gestures for aunt Heba to put it on my ear. Aunt Heba gently does what he commands and her fingers tickles me while setting the Bluetooth into my ears. Sana don't you dare laugh at a situation like this!

I gulp down and sigh. "Hello?" I hesitantly say with all eyes on me, wow this is awkward.

Shawn is quick. "Sana, are you alright?" He quickly questions and I nod. "Sana?" Oh right, he can't see me.

"Yes." I say shortly, I don't know why but I can't make longer sentences right now when all eyes are guarding me.

This is highly uncomfortable. "Have they touched you?" I hear Shawn inquire through gritted teeth.

"No." I quickly assure.

"Should I abort the mission?" He inquires alert and I can sense a bit of dilemma in his voice.

"No." He himself had told me that he won't be saving me if I got myself into trouble and here he is talking about aborting the mission, is he kidding me?

Yes, I am scared but I am not going to let them win and this golden opportunity to expose the extremist group is not going to go down in the drain. Yousef suddenly snatches away the Bluetooth from my ear and a sudden heat of pain rush up to my cheek as he slaps me. Wincing I can feel the taste of blood in my mouth and tears pricking my eyelids. I try to not make any sound as I know Shawn will call everything off but I am sure he heard the impact. Inhaling a sharp deep breath I try to compose myself.

"Yes I slapped her, if you want your precious back then give me all the evidence. I won't hesitate to harm her worse enough for you to find it hard to recognize her." That makes my warm tears caress my cheeks as I can't understand how low he can fall.

"Yousef!" Aunt Heba scolds but she is ignored.

"Great, lets meet there in ten minutes. You show up alone and I bring Sana with me." He seals the deal with Shawn and I sigh, he shouldn't ruin the plan due to me.

Yousef commands Sara to free my hands and feet, he tells them his plan to bring the evidence with him. Grabbing my arm roughly he thugs me along with him while my body barely has any blood flow. When walking down to stairs and closing into a corridor he pulls out a gun from beneath his shirt. My heart starts to hammer violently, this is so not good.

Suddenly he pushes the gun at the temple of my head and all my blood rushes to my ears while he holds me in front of him as a shield. My eyes darts up and I understand why he has put me in this coward position. "Welcome, welcome Shawn." Yousef voices with amusement.

Shawn is looking into my eyes with worry evident in them but at the same time blazing anger is firing from them. Shawn holds my eyes long enough to for me to know exactly what's going through in his mind while Yousef is talking nonsense in the background. I smile and slightly nods to signal him about my next move.

Taking a deep breath and feeling the adrenaline rush getting to my head I knocks him. When the back of my head has collided with him I turn around in a second to attack his nose with my palm and then his neck with the side of my hand. Yousef loses his balance as he wasn't ready for the attack and curses under his breath. "I'll kill you!" He threatens and lastly I kneel him between his legs. Shawn is quick to catch Yousefs gun and points it at him.

Having Yousef on gunpoint makes me smile with triumph. "Good job Shawn." I say while I run to him and he encircles me with his arm.

Standing next to him I feel protected. "Are you alright?" Even though he has a blank expression I know he is worried.

I offer him a soft smile and nod. "Never been better." I joke and he rolls his eyes.

Our eyes wanders to a angry Yousef. "So I guess we are done here." Shawn says with a smirk, he has something else planned for Yousef I guess.

A clicking sound is heard behind us. "Not so fast." Ahmeds voice hits us and I guess we are back to square one. Great.