END OF TRUST

END OF TRUST (CHAPTER 2)

CHAPTER 2

At the front of the hospital we stood, roaming around with whispering lips. I prayed in multiple words of faith and Ali was more focused than I did. We wanted him to wake up . We didn't want anything odious to happen to him.

'Shouldn't we call his mom and report this situation on time?' Ali suggested

'What's the next thing let's go with it'

I quickly grabbed my phone and gathered courage to report this news. The contact line rang for the first time,she didn't pick up.on trying for the second time, the voice of Fahads mom got In line.

'Hello ma'am this is Fahad's friend speaking with you. Your son is.......'( broke the speech)

She interrupted ' my son is what, is he fine at all?'

I wasn't sure if to tell her about this. The heart of every mother is always fragile to her child's problem . How would she feel if I completed this statement. That reaction was what I hated.

' give me the phone,' Ali said while snatching it from my ear.

' hello ma'am your son has been depressed for days ,no food no talk now he is in hospital unconscious '

' fahad ? Did it break his heart so much? Oh God, I thought he would be able to endure it'

' And ma'am may i ask what that is?' Ali inquired

' my poor son was betrayed, I never knew he would let it crumble his heart' she uttered with voice of tears . She was crying so much after the speech

' It will take me 22 hours to reach there. I will set on my journey soon. Please don't let anything happen to my son,I beg for your help.'

I commiserated for her so much. She seemed to be acknowledged about the cause of the heart break. she mentioned betrayal earlier.

" what is betrayal? What can it do to the mind of a strong man . Was that trust so strong,? was it mixed with love and sacrifice?" I ruminated over this painstakingly to verify a question that never had a yes or no answer.

As the cool breeze blew gently, it was getting dark and yet we never heard from the doctor about him. The Adhzan called the prayer loudly from all angles of every mosques.

' It's time for prayer' I said to Ali ,hastening towards the mosque some mile away to pray . He followed my steps promptly. Some good believers would say

" who should I complain my worries to aside Allah (God) ."

That's what we were going to do,turning to God in moments of trouble and depression.

As I got to the mosque I headed straight to perform ablution. As the water touches my face it was so calm and lenient. I said to myself

' how I wish life could be as lenient as this water's to my skin'

Life always have many ways to punish innocent men. That's what is inevitable under the sun and beneath the skies.

I left for the prayer. After managing to focus for the whole rakas,I sat to talk to God. Words carrying deepness of ocean,were what I whispered. I wanted Fahad to wake up to tell us the story of the cause of a strong man's shatter. So curious to hear the story behind it.