What's Going ON?!

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I saw a light in the distance coming closer and closer.
I raised my hand to shield my eyes, surprisingly this did no good.
The light seemed to be penetrating through my hand.
I closed my eyes but still to no avail. My head was spinning.
The light was unbearable...
Just when I thought I was gona die from the severe headache it was giving me I jumped up.
Looking around me I found myself sitting on my bed.
It was only a dream I told myself.
I reached out to turn on the lamp next to my bed.
To my horror I noticed my hand had gona right through the lamp as if it wasn’t even there!
I pulled back my hand in terror.
Slowly I reached out to touch the lamp again, but the same thing happened.

What was going on?!

I glanced at the clock; the luminous numbers read three in the morning.
What was I doing awake at this time?
I wanted to go back to sleep but I was enveloped with fear.
Questions but no answers.
I jumped out of my bed and ran to my mom’s room hoping for some condolence or answers.

I walked up to her bed and tried shaking her awake.
She didn’t get up.
“Umi?” I whispered calling her.

“Mom please get up!”

I started to feel panic.
Why wasn’t she answering?
Is she dead?!
I quickly illuminated that possibility.

No!

She can’t be!

“MOM!”

My voice was really loud now, but still I got no answer...

To be continued...
 
aww sis that's really nice am waiting to see the nxt bit and i hope her mum is not dead.
 
Suddenly she shot up on her bed nearly throwing me over.

She was breathing hard. I saw her raise her hand to her chest to calm herself.

“Mom? Mom what’s wrong?” I asked. She didn’t seem to hear me.

She leaned over and shook my dad.

“What?” he asked sleepily.

“I fear there’s something wrong with the kids.” She said as she started to get up. Dad turned over on his bed.

“Go to sleep there’s nothing wrong.” He mumbled half asleep.

“No. Something happened I know.” She said as she nearly ran to our room. Dad got up and followed her lazily.

“Umi! Wait!” I called after her.

She opened the door of the room I shared with my older brother. My dad looked over her shoulder.

I was about to look inside when I heard my father’s words.

“See they’re both asleep. There’s nothing to be worried about.” He said.

Both? But...i was standing right next to him! Why couldn’t he see me?


sorry got lazy so didnt color it :-[
next bit in a few minutes
 
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:: MuMiNaH :: said:
Suddenly she shoot up on her bed nealy throwing me over.

She was breathing hard. I saw her raise her hand to her chest to calm herself.

“Mom? Mom what’s wrong?” I asked. She didn’t seem to hear me.

She leaned over and shook my dad.

“What?” he asked sleepily.

next bit in a few minutes
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shoot: shot
nealy: nearly

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yeh i've been waitin for her story too. and what happen to the other story the one that is posted in muslim-network. this time u can't blame ur sis
 
yeh i've been waitin for her story too. and what happen to the other story the one that is posted in muslim-network. this time u can't blame ur sis
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I’m working on it...
BTW this is gona be reallyyyy short!! its not a full story...
 
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I went inside and was surprised to see someone sleeping in my bed! Whaaat...i was speechless. The person was an exact copy of me.
I glanced at my hands.
If that’s me then who??
My head started to hurt again.

Mom wasn’t content with dad’s words she walked up to my bed and placed her hand on the person.

“Muhammad? Muhammad?” he didn’t reply back.

I couldn’t take it anymore and I started to shout. “Umi! I’m Muhammad. I’m right here! Why can’t you see me?” my words fell on deaf ears. She was shaking the person now, crying. I ran up and sat down next to her crying. “Mom!”

All of a sudden she screamed. I covered my ears and started to cry even more. My brother jumped out of bed awakened by her scream.

“Mom please don’t scream. Please don’t cry. I’m right here Umi...” I tried again.
 
:thumbs_up:thumbs_up:thumbs_up sis u can just write terrifically. waiting for more.
 
I looked up to see my dad walk up to us.
He placed his hand on the chest of the figure that was sleeping on my bed. After a few minutes he pulled his hand back slowly with tears escaping from his eyes.

“What’s happening?” my brother asked franctically.

My dad looked at him, his eyes moist with tears.
“Your brother has died, Ahmed. He died.”
He bowed his head with grief.

I started screaming and shouting, hurt that they couldn’t hear me.
Hurt that they couldn’t see me.
Hurt that they thought I was dead.
 
i read this thinking its poetry

and i found it to be better then that


mashaAllaah sis great work! !
 

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