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e he chuckled lightly and nodded his head and I rolled my eyes. Anger, pain and hatred were filling my heart at the sight of him smi

d palmed his face, I could make out the way his heart was

, her love filling every nook and cranny of my soul. "She'

o words and he thought of what he would want to know

ave to do with my name? Or the apology only counts when you know my name?" I rol

e and went still when the nurse walke

stared into my eyes. And that was my favorite thing about being a mother. I loved how she stared into my eyes

ase." I tried my best to smile at him, but I'm hurt beyond words. I knew he wasn't the one that have hurt me, hell, I'm certa

en treating him so far. "I'm sorry if something I did make you angry. I'm

man could impregnate a girl like me. I'm sure you know I

ck tomorrow when you're less edgy." I focused my attention back to Munib

o much and despite taking so long, it still hurt like hell and I'm sure it'd take forever to hurt me. I shook my head in

at my tears and smiled at her, she was the only reason I kept going on even when I knew I shouldn't have. And r

ears from her. She took the chair he had left and pushed it closer to me. "Nasr

er. "Yes? What's your name please? I don't like r

at I feel whatever conversation we're going to have was going to be forced out of me. Once, I had been so jovial and

've had to deal with. And just like that, the ability to love, laugh and live was forcibly snatched away from me. And I wa

no longer the Nasri

flashed me a look that was so soft it nearly made me break into more tears. But I had stopped crying

yes on his face would be able to tell that my smile was fake, but I didn't care. I was ri

'm sure it'd feel good to change into something..." She let her words trailed off and that w

lept in my arms. "Can I trust you?" I asked, but I

hat was expected of her as someone trustworthy. I had been stabbed in the back before, and it wasn'

the shower with my I.D card, in case something happens, turn it to the authority and I assure you they'd

had given me her I.D card. The old me wouldn't have been wary of leaving Muniba with a stranger, I'd feel that just like the w

gh to think that I needed a bathe and a change of clothe. And the shower I took did wonders to the soreness of my body

hat was sleeping peacefully in her arms. "Don't y

has ended almost an hour ago. I wanted

shower?" I couldn't believe what I've heard. I knew long ago that the only good people on this

to trust her first before s

t's nothing. I have nothing to do at home even if I went back. So, I stayed and held a

all I could say. She nodded a

hat I would do now. Where I would head to. My headache was back, so I pushed everything aside and laid b

hoever he was called, brought not just my clothes but along with everything he thought Muniba migh

nd I quickly jerked her away from his hold as though he were a monster. Anisa...well, I was b

painfully carved in me, there was still the remnants of the old Nas

ned on me. If we were discharged now, where will I go? Where do I start from? Yes, I wasn'

r may not have lived. She may be alive now but I don't know if I had it in me to go to her. That's if she had survived, even though I saw how

with a casual cool smile on his lips. He pointed at our things that I've packed and the

e for the past four days and hadn't even known his name. Even though I

to get ready. "When I asked your name, did you answer me?" That was all he had said and walked out of t

ame to look for me. Or maybe, how they had hit us with the car was enough to tell him everything. Be

Muniba's cheek warmly before we left. I sat down in his car and watched

d if I was watching him as intently as I thoug

dded his head with a soft smile. "My name is Jamal." That was all I neede

d his eyes back to me and asked, "Where will I take you to?

e nodded his head at me, as though it was no big deal to drop off

tentative smile, "Thank you so much, Jamal. For everything." I

. "I've written my number beside that of the nurse for you, incase. I know you're a fierce l

phone was the sole cause of my agony and I wouldn't want to have one again,

peak about it, and I didn't either. But I knew, I would forever be grateful to him. Because if he

he stared at the expressway.