END OF TRUST

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 3

I and Ali came back from the mosque. At the very moment I wanted to step in, a light yellowish leaf fell on my arm. I glanced at it for a short while and said to myself . " it's a sign of hope,a sign of joy "

I never knew I could be so superstitious in my belief. I was so certain that Fahad had woken up from coma. My heart kept assuring me such.

As we strived to open the door to the hospital, the doctor surfaced in his whitish coat. He smiled broadly to our faces. A smile as warm as the gentle early morning harmattan fog.

" your patient is hale and hearty now. But he really suffered from high blood pressure. He must have gone through a great trauma"

"Can we see him now doctor " Ali sought to verify.

"Go ahead ,its already late and I need to leave the hospital. Tomorrow we will meet" the doctor said.

With eager mind,we had to dash to the patient ward to see his health. There in the ward,we met him lying down with his eyes staring at the ceiling, still tears falling down hisnose.

I quickly sat beside him, held his hand and looked into his eyes.

' Fahad,why are you punishing yourself for something not worth your life ?'

" why will i believe shevis nit worthy to be thought of. Her name is Rayhana and she is my betrothed ." He said in calm voice

We wondered. Did we just hear him said a 'betrothed'. We used to hear him laud her name 'Rayhana is this Rayhana is that ' in every modest talk we have. But we thought their relationship was normal.

" what happened to her, did anything bad occur?" I inquired curiously.

As I waited for response, Fahad wiped his tears.

" I didn't believed it touched me so much. But now I need to fortify myself. I have to pray to Allah now. I am tired of thinking about this issue" he voiced out

"Let's go to the mosque. It's too late and we can't go home today. Tomorrow morning we will leave" I responded him.

Together we went back to the mosque where we watched him pray his missed 'rakas' in feeble mind. We later joined congregation for the night prayer .

While returning fahad said he needed a quiet and cool place to stay to narrate the story.

" I don't want to see the moon while talking about her. To me ,she was like a moon " he explained.

We later went to sit inside of the hospital emergency van which was illuminated with fluorescent light. He contacted his mom to