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back. When I turned back, I could still see the lights surrounding the house, the looming figure of the

I'm bawling my eyes out because the pain I was feeling deep in my heart was too much for me to bear. It felt as though someone had his

ed by the walls and pains in both the house and my heart. But the fresh air I thought that my lungs would surge in

creature on my back reminded me of all the things I wanted so bad to forget and

be the most terrible mistake I'd ever make in my life. I may be caught, and once that happened, I sh

always been running. Away from my thoughts, my pains, those painful memories that never for once fade from my heart.

a good feeling would

couldn’t make the mistake of pausing to take the breather I clearly knew I deserved. I kept running, panting and

I've ever hated something or someone in my life. And just like love had me going for so m

one thing I knew was, I'd never forgive him. And I'd keep on hating him, praying that

The only thing I felt was myself being smashed by the car. In one minute, I was running, crying and seething with hatred and the next, I was flying in th

he shouldn’t be hurt. I could afford dying for he

reath and even though I was slowly falling into oblivion, I could feel the added weight on my back. And

him too, I'd

that I had to wince in pain before I opened my eyes along with my tears. Everything came back to me. I was in a bed that felt like a bunk, prob

ore than him, but I met with warm eyes that stared back at me with a

er to let the flood of my agony wash over me or to keep on holding onto it. Maybe there was

g nice done to me was ever received right by my brain. My eyes have seen a smile coming off from her face, but my br

She seemed so harmless and was clearly only trying to help, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to know if my daughter was still a

son on that list. And I'm sure I’d

king would pain until now. I felt sore all over my body. My head throb

f that she would be lying even to herself to say Muniba was fine. “A

walking into a deeply air conditioned room? That rush of coldness over your skin that you could feel it right into

fine, but sh

know?” I faltered a

ght out a notepad and stared at me, as though she were a journalist that would w

hey’d ever ask you was...how did it happen? Who did this to you? What was your intention when you kn

er name?”

her surname even though I knew whenever a name was asked, a surna

d when I ignored her, she repeated

u please tell

.” I let go of my words as I counted t

Allah. I’ll send a doctor to you and if I ne

ack to face me. “I haven’t asked your name

ached to bitter and hurtful headlines that I somehow forced my brain to block out who that n

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ed my head at her and leaned back onto my pillow. Honestly, I hated these memories. I hated myself fo

left, he prescribed all that needed to be done for me. I knew I should stay awake and ask who had brought us to the hos

t there. It was hours until I woke up and the first thing I noticed was, it was late in the evening and

probably cry, to how my life had turned out and wish for any form of salvation to come to me, but all I've been doing for over a year was crying. So, just for today, I

in with different nylons in his hand. He had this warm smile in his eyes as he walke

maybe not the whole world. I'd rephrase that. Who in the

with a clipped tone. The walls I've built around my heart slowly com

ike he had never seen me before. Or maybe, he had forgotten about me. Or maybe, he didn’t care who I was then and my face b

ly that it annoyed me to my core and I wanted to insult his ancestors. “My

asked sharply, cutting him off at the instant and he looked take

way to respond to my question. “I'm here to apologize on his behalf. He’s a bit under the w

he lifted his hands up in surrender. “I

he nurse walked into the room with Muniba in her hands. Her eyes were smilin

hungry even though we’ve fed her sometime ago.” She said smiling

and I kissed her forehead lovingly. “I'm glad you’re fine, Muniba.”

lk made for her? I don't...” I didn’t know how to say it out loud without making

ng our baby is used to the formulated one.” It was as if she had thought that her words might hurt, “I’m sorry, n

eard him

your da

way she was instinctively trying to suck the invisible nipple. Oh baby, she was hungry. “No