Since the doctor said I was to rest and not stress myself out, aunt had insisted I didn't go out for a few days. Ibrahim's parent and my father had arrived and were at the hospital so I had to go see them.
I walked slowly to the room Amir was in and on my way, I saw my reflection through a mirror at the side. I was a little pale but I was better and even though I had refused to eat,aunt made sure she stuffed my mouth and my abaya looked like it wasn't my size because it had suddenly become bigger.
"asalamualakun"i said to both our father's who I saw sitting on the bench outside amir's ward.
I looked through the glass then I saw that amir's mother was inside and she looked even paler than I was.who wouldn't be pale seeing their only son fighting for his life in a situation where no one
