Quran chapter 5 verse 32, the death of one equals the death
of humanity.
She tore up under the blanket of warmth that the hairdryer provided.
Nadia could see from all the way. She raised her well manicured index finger
and Nadia almost seethed at her own stupidity. She rummaged her handbag and
handed over the hanky. There they were, came out like a river and she let it. Nadia
was in awe. How would a girl still look so beautiful even after hour of
draining all bodily fluid crying their eyes out? Even in sadness, this girl had this glow to
her.
There she was again, drifting, being stupid- typical Nadia. Grief
did that to her. Saw a friend tear up after a loved one’s demise and suddenly
she was an effing eejit. Dum dum. Break ups,
chipped nails, bad hair days- those she could handle but this, this was death. She
and death.....
“He is not gone you so i know,”
“What?” Ephy broke Nadia out of her reverie.
“He is going to recover and come back. Things will get back
to normal. Won’t they? Tell me they will!”
Nadia had no decent way to tell Ephy that he was really
gone.
Silence this time,
Ephy knew did not mean consent.
