worry

it is the only thing racing through her head.

outside a hospital room of a girl

she can't visit because 

apparently

'she's not family'.

So she worried,

and waited for the girl to wake up

words swirling inside her head 

bits and pieces if what the doctors had said

'major concussion'

'fatal procedures'

'heavily pregnant'

'may not survive'

'near labour time'

and she worried and worried and worried and worried

"Aleyah?"

A man's voice she was well acquainted with.

Aiden.

She turned her face so he could not see the tears.

"Salam"

yuck

she sounded pathetic

"Aleyah? What's wrong?"

and there was no cockiness

or pickup line

only a genuine kindness 

something no-one had shown her in a long time.

So she cried

salty tears 

wet blobs racing down her cheeks

as she fiercely wiped them.

But there was no fooling him.

He knew the tears, 

they were familiar to him.

He grabbed a tissue and came close 

but when she flinched away

he stopped

wondering how in such vulnerability

she was consistent in her faith.

What kind of woman was that?

he was left wondering this

as she grabbed a tissue

and ran away, outside 

safe from him.

Verily her Imaan was strong.

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Imaan: in the most brief way; Virtuous, Pious, God-Fearing and Devoted to God

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( so happy, finally got round to plotting this whole story!!

I hope you guys are liking it

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Salams,

Addy)