Three days have gone by and we know nothing more about Abeela’s whereabouts so far. We are still praying and looking. In Shaa Allah we will find her soon. I am driving home after visiting Fatima and her family. I have not gone back to work. I plan to go back next week.
The only thing we know for sure is that the video sent to Aisha was sent from Abeela's phone. The phone’s location did not give us anything beneficial, except where to find Abeela's car. The phone was dumped with the car, and other than that we have not found anything else.
I drive through our gates but see moving trucks parked at our front porch. What is going on? Is someone moving in or out? I quickly park my car in the garage and walk inside to find out what is going. I see Waheeda walking outside with a box in her hands. I walk towards her to find out what is happening.
“Good! You are back, could you help me with this box while I go and get the rest from inside?” Waheed
“Where is Fatima?” I ask the maid who opens the door for me. I got to Fatima’s in half the time it normally takes, that is how fast I was driving. Alhamdulillah (Praise be to Allah) I arrived in one piece.“She is upstairs, Miss Umit,” the maid replies.“Thank you,” I say, rushing in and taking the stairs two at a time.Everything makes sense to me. Why she sent the video and did not want me to come over to her house. She sent it to me so if anything happens to her, I will know.I arrive at Fatima’s room; I quickly open the door praying dearly I am not too late. I look inside, but Fatima is nowhere to be seen. Am I too late? Did my best friend already risk her life for her sister’s? I have to be sure, so I check the bathroom. I knock on the bathroom a few times but no answer. I open it, but there is no one inside. I check her closet and she is not there either. Ya Allah, I can’t believe I came to
The ambulance arrives a minute later. They rush Udar to the hospital, with Fatima beside him praying for his life.After they leave, I quickly walk to the driver’s seat and start my car. All the way to the hospital I am praying for Udar’s life.We arrive at the hospital at the same time as the ambulance. They quickly rush Udar into an operating room, saying his condition is very critical. Fatima falls on the floor, crying deeply once they take Udar away from her. Abeela and I rush to her side.“Fatima, please stand up from the floor.” Abeela says, lifting her sister from the ground.“Abeela, Udar is dying and there is nothing I can do to stop it.” Fatima sobs.“In Shaa Allah, he will come out alive.” I tell her, crying myself while helping Abeela to lift Fatima of the floor.“Umit, you need to call Ismail. He needs to know what is happening.” Fatima says, sitting down.Ismail
“My name is Doctor Marcus. I am the surgeon in charge of Mr. Adam. He was brought into the hospital in a critical condition, but we were able to stabilize his condition.” Dr Marcus tells us.“So, you are saying he is alive?” Fatima asks sounding very hopeful.“Yes, he is alive, and he is recovering well,” Dr Marcus says, finally smiling.“Allah Akbar, can I see him?” Fatima asks, while crying tears of joy.Alhamdulillah (Praise be to Allah) he is alive, I have never been so grateful to see Fatima smile as I am right now.“Yes, doctor can we see him?” Ismail says, sounding very eager to see Udar.“Yes, you can, but not all of you at once. Please follow me.” Dr Marcus replies.“Alright doctor,” Fatima says. We follow the doctor to the last door on the floor.“This is his room. I will leave you guys to it, but please take it easy.
The following week I resume work. Work has not been the same with Emma gone, and Fatima always at the hospital during lunch time. Udar has still not woken up, but Fatima is handling it better than I would have given her credit for. She is more hopeful than ever that Udar will wake up soon, which is good.Things between Ismail and me are not good. Now that we don’t live together, we hardly see each other or even speak to each other. We might work in the same company, but we hardly see each other. I have also gotten a little used to him not being in the house anymore.I am driving to the hospital to see Udar before going home for the day. I arrive at the hospital, park my car and step inside. I also started driving my Lamborghini again, and now when I drive it I don’t always sadly think of Ismail. If I even think of him, I just smile and drive my car because that’s life. I won’t allow myself to drown in sadness. It’s not healthy for anyone.
The time has gone by so fast since we came back from Iceland. A lot has happened, but Alhamdulillah (Praise be to Allah) things are looking up for the better. Fatima and Udar plan to get married by the end of the month; I am more than happy for them. They deserve all the happiness the world can offer.Abeela is doing very well. Alhamdulillah (Praise be to Allah) she was not too traumatized by the kidnapping. She should be going back to school any time soon. She studies fashion design at the Institute of Technology in New York.Austin and Emma are also happier than ever, and Emma is adjusting well in her new role at her family’s company. Things between Ismail and me are wonderful too. We are closer than ever and although it is not helping with my feelings for him, I can’t bear to be away from him for too long either. I start to miss him, and I don’t like missing him. But right now, there is nothing more I want to do than pour this coffee I am making on
I arrive at the restaurant and walk in to meet Fatima and Emma.“As salamu alaykum, how are you guys doing?” I greet hugging them both.“Wa alaykumu salam, we are doing great,” Fatima replies.“Same here,” Emma says hugging me.“Umit, what in God’s name are you wearing?” Fatima says when I take off my coat to sit down.“Oh this? It is Ismail’s shirt, I borrowed it. Mine got...” I start to explain, but I don’t get to finish before Fatima cuts me off.“You are wearing whose shirt? Umit, I know we gave you our blessing, but there are steps to follow,” Fatima says in a dramatic voice while shaking her head.“Fatima, what are you saying?” I respond totally confused.“I am saying, now you are wearing his shirt. The next thing we know, your stomach is growing more than normal,” Fatima sounds like she is holding back her la
I can’t believe this happened. Was I that tired from yesterday? I slept till morning in Ismail’s house. I can’t imagine what he thinks of me now. First, he saw my bra, then he watched me get sick with diarrhea. Alhamdulillah (Praise be to Allah) I am feeling a lot better and the pain in my stomach is almost gone, but I still go to the toilet often.I walk to the bathroom to perform Wudu (Ablution) and to say my morning prayers. I also brush my teeth with a spare toothbrush in the bathroom. I walk out and perform my prayers before stepping out of the room to find Ismail, but on my way out, I find something outside my door. It is a small bag with a letter attached to it. I carry it back into the room to read it and find out what’s inside the bag.The letter reads:As salamu alaykum Umit, I hope you are feeling much better this morning. I hope the drugs I bought worked. If they didn’t, and you are not feeling better I will call a d
“There is a reason, and I will explain. The video you watched is not a video it is actually CCTV Surveillance footage,” he says taking a seat in front of me.“I think I got that right from the beginning,” I say feeling a bit upset and not understanding why he is not going straight to the point. And yes, I realized the video I was watching was CCTV footage. What I don’t understand is why he is watching it on his home pc.“Alright, that’s good. It was a deal between two men,” Ismail says still not giving any information or an explanation.“Ismail I just watched everything unfold in front of me. I am not asking you to tell me what happened, rather explain to me why I watched it on your computer,” I reply getting straight to the point, not liking the fact that he is holding back.“I see you are a little upset and confused; that is understandable.”“Ismail I am not upset becau