Chapter 3 : We're in big trouble.

Ibrahim's POV:

It was finally Sunday and the first thing to do after zohar prayer was to ride my bicycle to the playground. We had a cricket match today with another team. I was the team captain so I had to reach in time. I called Mustafa to come as well as baba had let him on a half leave today. He texted he was on his way. I texted :
"let's race to see who gets there first ;) " .
I had to reach early anyways so I slided down the shortcut . It was a pleasant path surrounded by fruit trees all around but it was a bit deserted and scary at night. I still remember getting lost in here once , ugh... that night still haunts me.

But for some reason I felt uneasy. As if I was being... watched . The leaves moved at my right and something hit me in the face right then. I fell down from my bicycle and rolled down the path. I didn't understand if I was more in pain or in shock. I looked back and still saw noone. I heard the sound of spray in front of me and I instantly held my breath and got up but for some reason I felt a bit sleepy . I ran towards my bicycle but something hit  me in my stomach . It felt like a kick...a really strong one. It took me out of breath for a moment. I pushed in the air from where I thought the kick came from and I did hit something. But at the same moment someone started hitting me again and again on the legs, my back , my stomach , my face and I almost layed down helpless and....lifeless.

Even staying awake seemed like a hard job. I tried my best keeping my eyes open. I was being dragged and taken somewhere probably towards the trees. Someone picked me up and two people carried me on their shoulders but I could only feel it not see any of it. I was dealing with something way out of my hands. Now I was falling completely unconscious.  I had no hope for life . Was this the end of my dreams ? Is this how I die?
'Allah! Should I say my kalma now?' , I thought. But wait what about my dreams? my family? A tear escaped my eyes.
In all these thoughts , among the darkness I....I heard someone, someone was calling out my name from far away . This voice...it felt so familiar.

"Ibrahim!"
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"Ibrahim!"
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"Don't worry , I'm here brother.  Hang on".

Now I recognised it , it was Mustafa. The invisible beings carrying me threw me where I was and left . I thought they were going after Mustafa now but they had left for good. I was so thankful and happy but I couldn't stay awake for long now. Mustafa was talking to someone on the phone , he placed my bleeding head on his lap . I was safe now . I finally gave in and darkness swallowed me making me free of all the pain. This was my second bad memory at this path.
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When I woke up I was in a hospital bed. All I could think of at the moment was the hospital bills but thankfully it was a public hospital. Mustafa and my father were sitting besides on the bench asleep. I picked up my cracked screen phone from beside . It was 2 am , I was unconscious for almost 12 hours. But the hardest part was to believe that it was all true and not a dream. How could this be? Who were they? Why couldn't I see them? And the most important one, what did they want from me? I could at least conclude that they were targeting ME, otherwise they would have attacked Mustafa as well. So, my parents weren't safe as well. But noone would believe me even if I told them. I got up and went to the bathroom to make ablution. I said tahajud and raised my hands to say my prayer.

"Oh Allah! You are my Lord , my creator, my protector, my everything. I firmly believe that whatever you do is the best for us. Thank you Allah for the help you provided me today . Oh , Please Allah keep protecting me and my family just as you protected Hazrat Ibrahim from the flames. I knock at your door my Lord, please don't return me empty-handed. Please bless your creation with your help. "

For some reason my eyes were all teary. It felt like I walked out of death today. But everything was okay now , I believed in HIM. Even if I were to die I wasn't scared anymore .

Writer's POV:

The usual silent building was in havoc today. The bald man threw the table across the room where five men wearing a full body black dress were standing. "How stupid can you be to fail ?! He was a small primitive unarmed boy from the past. Do you have any idea how expensive it is to send all of idiots into past without the government noticing it?!" . The huge dark room went silent again.
"Now would you give an explanation or do you want me to put all my losses on you as debt!?" A man finally stepped forward
" Sir, we had to get out of there, there wasn't any other choice."

"Oh please, Don't tell me you all ran away from that another boy who was approaching. " The bald man had now taken his seat on his grand throne.

" No sir, Ofcourse not . We detected someone else approaching us . Someone from the present with a lot of equipment. So we had to run considering the chances that it could be the patrol." The bald man turned to his secretary ,"Hmm...I see . Hey you useless secretary! You told me the patrol was on leave today. "
"It was sir . Believe me , they never went anywhere today. Gabriel gave the very same information too."
The bald man clenched his fists ,"Hmm...It means there's someone else interested in this timeline as well. "
He then stood up from his throne and smiled evily ,
"Looks like this hunt will be way more exciting than I thought. 😈"

Hania's POV:

When I woke up I was in my bed and the wall clock showed 11 pm. For some reason,  I couldn't remember anything at all about when did I fall asleep or about what I was doing before falling asleep.
"How are you now hania?", It was Ahmad, my cousin. 
"I'm okay, but my head hurts really bad. Is everyone asleep?" He sat at my study table's chair then replied ,"Yes . Everyone was exhausted from all the hiking. But they were all worried about you. "
I looked at him in question," Worried?! About me? But why?" . For a moment he looked surprised then replied, "I also didn't go on the trip, I was at the gym  but when I came back at evening you were unconcious in your bed. I thought you were asleep but then your teacher called and I tried waking you up but you didn't even show a reaction. So, I called your father and he said that he was going to return soon. Uncle (who's a doctor)checked you up too but he said nothing was wrong and you were probably exhausted . Are you alright now?" I was too surprised to say even a word . "Y...yeah...I'm OK. Though I remember having a strange dream. "
"what was it about? " he asked .

I tried thinking but couldn't remember no matter what ,"I don't remember. " . Ahmad got up his chair "Hmm... it's probably for the best. Can you help yourself with dinner ? Or I could get it for you."
"Thanks Ahmad but no. Go sleep. I will get it myself." He left but I couldn't feel safe or okay. For some reason my heart beated fast and my head was hurting just as it hurted when I cried before sleeping. Just what had happened? I got up to fetch my dinner from the kitchen when I glanced at the pots in the sink. I remebered!  I was washing the dishes after studying but still couldn't remember anything else. I ate my dinner then went back to my room. I tried sleeping but I wasn't sleepy anymore and I had nothing left to study so I baked some chocolate cupcakes to take to college tomorrow .

As I finally crashed back on my bed I saw something unfamiliar in my dustbin in the corner of my room. I walked up to it. I couldn't believe my eyes, there were tissues soaked in...blood? And some bandage warpers.
But I wasn't hurt anywhere like that. And neither had Ahmad mentioned anything. Even if someone else had gotten hurt they wouldn't throw the garbage in my rooms bin. So then where did it come from?

My head started hurting...a lot, and a memory flashed , a memory of me throwing these in the bin . I tried harder to remember and focused as much as I could and I remembered that I had bandaged a boy. But who, when, why!?
I never had a terrible memory so why couldn't I remember something that happened just today? Suddenly I remebered something and I looked back at my table , my water bottle ,it was empty. I somehow remebered of giving the little water there was to that boy. Suddenly, I remembered something else too , the pan, what was it doing in my room? I finally remebered .... everything. I had hit that boy and tied him up, he told me that our house was targeted , but still something very important was missing. I focused and after a few seconds ... I got it. I sweated hard, "they ...they were from the future! ."
I summed up everything I knew and what they said was probably true because I clearly remebered that I had told baba about him and he was on his way here with police. Yet, they don't remember anything meaning something was used to clean my and their memory of that event. Still , they were stupid and young enough to do a mistake by not cleaning up the evidences. I had a mission now. I had to find him again, and get him to tell me everything about my mother's murder.

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