where is she..

07

Her P.o.V

I simply stayed like that in the floor for more than half and hour.. I touched my cheeks to feel them wet and swollen.My heart aches simply for the mere presence of my friends. It felt like it was about to shatter into more than thousand pieces. My head felt so heavy and it was like someone was pressing on it so hardly.. I felt nauseated and tears started flowing out again.Memories were revolving around me, making me dizzy.. I heard voices and then felt my eyelids getting heavier and heavier and then blank.. Everything was pitch darks

I felt drops of water of my face. And tapping on both side of my cheeks ,first it was smoother when I failed to response it became harder and painful. "Dathi wake up, dathi wake na please" I heard zahi s sad and frightened voice, I tried to open my eyes I couldn't. My head felt like its rotating around and around. "Dathi you can't do this to me, I want you wake up dathi, come on" I heard zahi saying. Something like drops of water fell on my palm, it then dawned on me that she is crying. Something inside me rose, my will power became so strong that it dragged me out of the pit I am falling into. I slowly opened my eyes to see someone eyeing me curiously, I couldn't make it out who that was, I fluttered my eyelids and then slowly the blurry image taking a form, " zahi " it came out merely as a whisper out of my mouth. " dathi you re awake" she engulfed me in a bone crashing hug and started thanking Almighty Allah furiously. She was repeating "Alhamdullilah continuously when I asked "zahi what happened?" She shot me a"duh" look, raising her eyebrows " shouldn't I ask you that dathi?". I simply nodded "zahi, water" I said. She started running in no time. I heard mum shouting " zahi why are running like this, have you lost your mind?" " no mumma, dathi and I are doing something very interesting, I am so excited"I heaved a sigh of relief that she didn't reveal my fainting to mum, with that she came back running with a bottle and slowly she helped me in drinking that

" what's wrong dathi?" She asked worry evident in her tone. "Nothing wrong oii, see these accounts, they absorb the life blood out of you," I said with a smile showing her my accounts writing book which as full of tiresome sums, hoping that she will believe it. " Wish I can take your story did I, but I do not. You say me to believe these accounts frighten the life out of my dathi for whom studies was just a piece of cake, who was always the class topper and the nerd of the class, who always teach me stuff which she studied long, who has the memory power of a computer? Your too bad in lying you need to practise more" she said in a matter of fact tone. Tears welled up in my pitch black orbs listening to her speech of the "was" zeeha. " dathi , where is your smile dathi, you look nice with it. I smiled, instantly she pulled me into a hug and kissed my cheeks.. " I wuw you cheeya(zeeha: she called me cheeya until she was able to pronounce zeeha properly), she said in her baby voice " I wuw you too zahi baby" I replied. She went away muttering something about having literature homework, unlike me she hates English literature,english lit its the love of my life since 9th standard, i love it to bits. The poems and stuff invokes the poet in me. Alhamdulillah i was able to score an A in my 11th board exam. Thanks to the teachers i had in 10th & 11th.I  made her to choose it for her 10th standard basket subjects despite her hating it. Because I strongly believes English literature carve humanity & sense in you. She ran off saying me to get down for dinner in half an hour. I simply nodded

I looked at the clock hanging straight above the bed, it showed 9:45 oops, I have not prayed my isha prayers yet, I tried standing up but due to lack of energy I fell down, with the feeble amount of energy left, I clutched the bed sheet and stood up saying "bismillah" with that I dragged my self to the washroom. A terrible force of rage arose of me when I saw my self on the mirror " the weakest person on earth" I sarcastically smiled. I so wanted to punch myself I actually felt like to punch the mirror. Then I realized the shaithan is playing on. I closed my eyes saying "aoozubillahi mimasshaitan nirrajeen" o kept repeating this and my anger started to decline. With that I did ablution (wudhu) and returned to my room and spilled out my heart to Ar-Rahman. I was sitting on the prayer mat when I heard the message alert notification on my mobile, I didn't get up, again it started beeping again and again, I was startled, I went to see who wants me in this time, I was totally pissed off would be an understatement, when I saw it was zahi texting me that mum is busy in her room and asked me to join her for dinner

I replied that I'm not hungry and asked her to continue, the reply she texted me took me by surprise " do u want me to complain mum that you didn't have your lunch and refusing dinner or would you give me the honour by presenting yourself at the dining table. I was so worried how she knew it , if she complains to mum, she will be worried for sure. I don't want my problems affecting mum or zahiya. So I put on my dupatta and simply walked. I saw zahi sitting with a smirk on her face. I wish I could wipe off that ugly smirk on her face ( of course she is pretty, much prettier than me but sibling rules, you gotta call each other ugly even when ur sibiling is the beauty king/ queen) I glared at her for which she giggled and starting serving me. When I saw what we have for dinner. My face fell and heart cried out. Tears started gushing out, memories playing in front of me

Authors note:
Lyk the chap?.. Zeeha is going through so much na.. Pray for her guys (sighs dramatically)
What caused hr to breakdown at the dinner table? Any guesses?

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