16. F. R. I. E. N. D. S.

"I was making Dua after offering the prayer when I read your message. I got devasted.  You are the only person I talk to. I would die with despair if you stop talking to me." 

The voice note kept on playing again and again. 

The heavy rain was pouring outside. The thunder was rumbling. The window of the room was open and curtains were flying back and forth creating a strange sound in the quietness of the room. 

"I was making Dua ---" the voice note started playing once again when Yara angrily threw her phone away and the voice stopped. 

She was laying on the bed with her head hanging down. Her black hair were touching the ground and angry fat tears were rolling down her cheeks. 

She frustratingly wiped her eyes, when a knock sounded. 

"Who?" She tried to speak as normally as she could. 

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