The doorbell rang, i went to get it and there the Mahomed family stood, all glamored up and “ARAB” like. The elders burst into the house embracing each other while Tariq and brother did that boy handshake thing. I was like “awkwardly” standing there until he greeted me and so i greeted back. At the table, the only thing he spoke about was my cancer, and i felt like this sympathy was too much”
“ could you please not feel sorry for me, you know how i use to hate it since small and i still do’
“ i’m sorry and i won’t bring it up again like that”
We had a trip down memory lane with more laughter than i had in years and at the end if the day, i was kind of glad that we met again.
The days in school were very weird because i was like talking to Abdurahmaan about Tariq and Tariq to Abdurahmaan. My cancer was getting worse, but i had a normal teenage girls life. The boys were world aparts but they were cool to hang out with. I had a sort of an emotional attachment to Tariq but Aburahmaan did not agree at all. I wasn’t going to act on my feelings, but still he didn’t like the idea. Then tariq told me his hypothesis about how abdurahmaan likes me and i guess i tried to sweep it under the rug.
All i could feel was numbness and pain. After a full 16 years, i felt like this was my end. There were family members and friends all around the hospital bed and Abdurahmaan was sobbing in the distant corner. i asked my mum for my diary and with weak fingers, i scribbled:
Dear Diary- 14 Sep. 2014
When cancer consumes you, it consumes you fast
But let it not get in the way of your love blast
Life oppurtunities for me is still vast
And although this diary entry may be my last
A glance of hope in the mirror, i will forever cast
– A girl fighting a terminal illness
I closed my eyes to rest with the belief of an eternal sleep, but i awoke the next day with a mind ready to take on an eternal life…
– YOUR SISTER IN ISLAM