Defining a Terrorist #Wattys2016 (Editing)

Chapter 26

Hey guys!

Here's the next chapter, I hope you like it. It is a bit messy but I guess the next chapter will give it a better closure as I have split them up!

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Love
Shona <3

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Truth is, I miss you. All the time. Every second, every minute, every hour, every day is spent in missing you.

- Uknown

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It has been almost a year since Shawn and Adam flew back to the states. One year since I last saw them. Time flies by real quick but the memories doesn't seem to fade. I miss them, I really do and it bothers me to know how much they affect me even one year later.

Shawn never calls me, the only thing he does is to drop me a text message once a month to ask me how I am. That's about it and I know that the only reason he even keeps doing that is due to the promise he made to me before departing, to keep in touch.

I get notified about the current situation by Javed, Saeed, Ibrahim and Zaki who calls me whenever they get time. We also have a group chat where even Shawn is added, but he has not even once checked it. He even let Adam call me but never speaks to me himself and for some reason that actually hurts. However, I am grateful that he does let Adam speak to me because that innocent child has captured my heart.

The past one year I have kept myself occupied with different matters along with my studies. I have joined self defense classes which is actually a fun way to keep myself in shape. I have also created my own political party, a group for everyone. The motto is equality. The name happens to be Humanity Equals Parity.

The group was recently started with the help and support of a few friends, we are trying to reach out. Our intention is actually not to get selected even though that would be fun. Instead our intention is just to spread awareness and show how Sweden, even the world, can be if we look beyond ethnicity, religion and appearance.

What I am most proud of is a organization opened by my family to support people or victims in need. Mostly for people who has a rough time to adjust to the society or has fallen out of it due to ethnicity, religion or any other cause which is making their lives miserable or hard to live.

It is not just about the financial help but also about working on their self-esteem and bring them back from the darkness of insecurity in a way that they still remain humble. The organization is named Defining a Human. Through it I have come to know about so many different, but equally important, issues and I have met so many great human beings.

Even though I am most of the time occupied with work, the feeling of void and constantly missing doesn't seem to leave me alone. Shaking my head I open the door to the small office of ours in the main city for our organization.

Taking off my jacket I throw it on the couch and sit down with a file. I need to study the file to see how our budget and plans are working out. My thoughts starts to wander again and I rest my head back on the black office chair with a sigh upon seeing a pair of blue eyes flashing through my mind.

Opening of the door makes me sit up straight and I smile at the lady in bright red lipstick and black frames in front of me. The woman have salt and pepper colored short hair and dull green eyes.

"Hi, what may I help you with?" I ask her and she raises a eyebrow with a expression I don't want to read.

"You're a Muslim?" She questions curtly and I inhale a deep breath.