Published July 6, 2014 by katysoqewl

I grabbed a chair, unfastened the rope, gave her CPR and called 911. They arrived and started questioning in a foreign language. The lobby man was there so he answered most of the questions but my mind was spitting out scenarios. I hurried down with the ambulance and as we left the hotel, I saw Aadil leaving with his bags and in some sort of hurry. I signalled for him to wait, but he ignored me and left.

Did he have something to do with this? Where was he going? Why hadn’t he waited and most all why hadn’t he been with her. Questions clouded my mind as we waited in the hospital waiting area for some news. After a full 25 minute, the doctor said that they had revived her. I felt my body numb out, my heart leap and my mind at ease, but I still had questions. I let aunty Zahra and uncle Zaheer go and speak to her while I waited. 3 hours past and it was Asr time, so I hurried to the nammaz and when I returned went into the ward where aneesa was saying words occasionally. Aunty Zahra said that she was going to talk to the doctor and that I should look after her for a while. The ward door closed and aneesa started speaking. “I have cancer!”

I reassured her that she doesn’t and that Aadil was waiting for her but she gagged when I mentioned his name. “No, you don’t understand, this morning I woke up and never felt too good. Aadil opted to take me to the doctor because I had severe pain in my stomach. Do you remember last year when I was referred to a specialist?” I assured her that I did “do that specialist was mistaken because today when we went to the doctor, they did an MRI and informed me that I had an odd structuring of cells in my colon. I went for other tests and when the doctor returned, he was pale and broke the news to me that I had CANCER OF THE COLON

By now tears had welled up in my eyes, but I held them back so as to be strong for her. I remained silent, but she answered my thoughts “I was going to commit suicide because when I told Aadil, he said that he didn’t want something like this in his life!”

Awestruck, dumbfounded and traumatized by what had just transpired and trying to fathom the suicide, I almost had a break down.

The doctor entered and she kept quiet. It was as though she was afraid of something but I brushed the thought away. The doctor questioned,” Miss Aneesa, have you ever taken heroin before?”






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