“O Allah!!!” utters Ezekiel as he opens his eyes and soon he realized he has been hospitalized due to his injury, after the horrific incident at the bank. Suddenly his mind drift for his mum’s outcome as he was worried about her. After calling for the nurse, with questions after questions which he had asked concerning his mum, he feels content, after knowing that his mum was safe and it was she, who had pay for his medical bills.“Yasmeen, you simply look gorgeous.” said Iman, as she looks lovingly towards her sister with so much hope and faith alluring inside her soul.
“I hope, I have made the right choice by doing this.” utters Yasmeen solemnly, as she gently stroke her pastel cream colored wedding kebaya.“Bashir loves you and I belief he has been sincerely wanting to be with you.” state Iman, pushing some courage and determination upon Yasmeen’s heart. Yasmeen peers upon the midst of the lace but transparent white curtain from her bedroom and she saw Bashir was sitting calmly with few of their close relatives, in waiting for the wedding nuptial to be solemnized. Recalling back, upon their significant reunion which occurs, few months ago, right after Ezekiel, her soul and compelling spirit yet vanishes again from her life, Yasmeen almost losing all her self worth and noteworthy, due to her immersing guilt pounding and killing her thoughts. As she strongly felt, this time, she was the one that had eventually drove Ezekiel out from her life, once and for all. Now been state as crippled, with nothing much she could found goodness about herself… she begins to self inflicting herself with razors, much to Iman’s horror. Iman almost breakdown, just seeing her sister, from someone who is so full of high spirit and confident, has change so drastically to be someone who is so loathsome, with full of horrendous temper. It had almost drain, Iman’s self dignity too, but she knew, she can’t fall either if, she wants her sister to be back to be like her old self again.
It seems Oasis, Ezekiel’s old turtle does cheers Iman up. Feeding it and cleaning up it’s bowl, it feels like a soul searching therapy much to her amusement. She can’t belief herself either, when she start talking to it, telling it her good times and bad days. Oasis seems to acknowledge her plight, as it bobs its head, to the left and right. Each time when, Iman held it in her palms, with silent tears in her eyes, Oasis would lay it’s head onto her finger, gently nibbling it, soothing her heart and mind. “So you do miss him too huh?” whispered Iman. She hides her secret feelings for him from everyone, except from Oasis. “I know, this sound kind of stupid, but I’m….I’m beginning to fall in love with him too.” sigh Iman biting her lower lips, with both Ezekiel’s and Zee’s pieces of notes laying around her bed. “I begin to fall in love with Zee’s writing, and now it seems I’ve fallen in love with the real side of him.” Thinking back, on those beautiful significant moment when they had both spend their time together, even though she was unknown about Zee Ruth’s real identity, it was simply blissful, blessed with so much love, hope and trust. Trust? She had trust ‘her’. No wonder, Zee had never once shared the same bed with her and ‘she’ had never taken advantage of her noted trust, which she had felt upon ‘her’. Iman, does feel a certain kind of guilt creeping inside her soul towards Yasmeen, for this secret love which she had felt for Ezekiel. As Iman knew, Yasmeen still do have some soft spot upon him too. Therefore, Iman had swears, that she will keep this secret thoughts conceal inside her heart.
Iman, fear begins to unfold, when she found that Yasmeen was beginning to cut herself with razor, and that’s where, Iman knew she can’t be alone anymore in handling this situation. Her Aunt Zurah, had to leave, as she too has her own family to look after. Iman had no other choice but to let her go. Yasmeen was kept and look after in one of the mental situation in the town. And this is simply breaking Iman’s heart, She felt so lost and lonely. It’s like a dejavu, it rolls back to where it had all begin, and this time it seems worsts than before. Yasmeen was put under observation and was diagnosed with mental traumatic syndrome. Fate does has plays its significant role of flipping the chart to where it ought to be laid. Bashir came back to Yasmeen’s life as her psychiatrist. Bashir knew, this was not mental disorder, this was due to her past traumatic situation, that is still inclining inside her soul, making her feel trap and lost in this horrendous maze of placid tale. Bashir, pushed, coaxed , lost his wit at times, to get Yasmeen back on the right track. He never gives up. Another significant way, which he had eventually tries to heal Yasmeen’s breaking soul, is through spiritual comfort. Taking her along, whenever there’s some enlightened Islamic spiritual classes. This had helps a lot with Allah’s Al-Mighty grace. Yasmeen too, could feel this beneficial changes in her. She begins to feel more ease and calm. Her smile of hope, love and courage came back splendidly across her face. Her eyes were beaming with high spirited soul. Bashir was with her almost everyday, making her feels like her old self again. And soon, Yasmeen has fully recovered and this time round, she was back with her counseling task. Iman, could sense, Yasmeen does meant so much to Bashir. And she had guess pretty well, for Bashir had actually told her about his past relationship with her sister, that ends due to his own stupidity.
One day, Bashir came over with a ring in his finger, as he proposes to her. Yasmeen was stunned and awestruck. With heartfelt moment of tears and compelling love, she accepted his proposal without any qualms.
“Nurse, may I know where has this patient gone too?” asked Eva frantically, when she saw Ezekiel’s bed has been cleared.
“He has been discharged.” replied one of the nurses.
“Discharged? Is he fit enough to go home?” asked Eva again.
“I’m so sorry madam. He was advised by the doctor not too, however he was very persistent and he had even sign the AOR form, act at own risk, to get himself discharged.” explained the nurse again.
“Do you have any of his contact number or any address which I could get in touch with him?” noun Eva with tears of hope and desperation inside her eyes.
“I’m sorry madam. No, we do not have.” replied the nurse again. Eva was stunned and shocked, as she can’t belief she’s losing her son again.
“Ezekiel, you shouldn’t be moving too much due to your wound.” said Ashraf with concerned in his voice.
“I shall be all right old man, please not to worry.” state Ezekiel with a smile as he busy himself folding up their clothes and place them neatly inside the closet.
“Hmmm. I’m going to the mosque. You get some rest young man.” utters Ashraf solemnly.
“InsyaAllah. I will. Take care along the way.” said Ezekiel as he sends him to the door.
All alone, Ezekiel stood by the small mirror without his shirt on, as he looks upon his bandage wound. It seems to be healing and he was thankful, however the significant part was, his ‘mistakes’ has been removed, due to the silicone leakage which might have endangered his soul.
‘Moonlight singing, Songs of hope. Rose garden might bloom, upon this sorrowful soul.
Singing rain, Serenading courage. Illumine the soul, with so much beauty. For my Rose garden of love.’ Ezekiel place the wooden pencil by the piece of note which he had currently written, as he smile with content and pleasure illumine inside his soul.
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