ON HOLD The perks of being a Hafizah

Light

بسم الله.....

Yahya POV

Light: The sensation produced by stimulation of the organs of sight.

So bright and brilliant, so delightfully serine; every Ray of light occupied the sandy dunes and talk towering palm trees of the somewhat Equatorial island. The water dances across the sea bed curling it's fingers into the sand. The sunlight reflected upon this magnificent beauty tuning the blue sheet into a white portal offering an escape and freedom. After its short visit, the guest made its way evanescing into the distance.

The scene was radiant and seemed almost uncognizable...too uncognizable to be true.

Without warning, an unearthly yet so familiar sound shredded itself through
the scenery atomising the image into smithereens. The sound was monotoned and high pitched ripping itself through my eardrum.

YA Allah!

A bright light emerged in the space of the scene.

An assimilation of both anger and fear flushed the smithereens that were left of the image out of existence as I opened my eyes to a more unearthly familiar element; a light....so bright that it left me dazzled.

Was I dying? Or was this another figment of my imagination; another distortion of my cognisance in order to avoid waking up to the true reality.

And the longer I started at this light, the less dazzled I became of its brightness and the more I made out of it, and the scenery.

I turned my head Unto the side and made out black; a smudge unto the green wall.

I blinked my eyes quickly.

Where am I?

"Yahya" a voice spoke so softly that i intended to ignore it and carry on in my semi conscious state.

"Yahya" the voice spoke harsher.

I looked diagonally to a larger smudge of black. It was too much to take in at this stage and I closed my eyes again.

"Yahya" the voice spoke again and as I opened my eyes I was greeted by a bright face.

The face began to become clearer and clearer and began to look more like a face.......Amatullah.

The pain was excruciating that to speak was a challenge. I mimed "Amatuallah" weakly.

I was indeed at my weakest in front of a person I barely knew.

And embarrassing it was, far too embarrassing, but our state as humans is in humiliation. What was I hiding? What honour do I have if Allah swt had not bestowed it upon me at this moment?

"YA Yahya, relax" her voice let out an essence of happiness and complete joy.

I must have worried her and everyone else. What did I do? What was I playing at? How did this happen?

I felt like a burden. That's how simple it was; a burden.

I suddenly jerked upwards only to fall back down again.

"Ya Allah, Akhi" she spoke in complete worry.

"What's going on?" I said.

"Don't worry. Just relax" she replied.

I wanted to know what happened.

"What's going on?" I repeated.

"You had been in a fit at home and now you are at hospital" she said quite confused stating the obvious.