**~~My story~~**

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“Dad look at that guy closely.” I said.
Dad turned. “What?” he asked confusedly.
“Look closely at his lower jaw.” He stared harder then he let out a gasp.
“Hmm… I have many questions for this guy.” Dad said angrily as he opened his door and stepped out. I followed him out. The guy was only a few feet away from us. When he saw me his face went pale. He looked from me to dad then he ran. Dad glanced at me then he took off after the guy. I hesitated then started running after them. I could hear Amu Nadir and Zakir coming out of the car behind us. I kept on running and soon I passed dad and was only a few paces behind the man when he jumped over a fence to a small parking lot. I jumped over the fence after him. The light was dim here so I stopped running and looked around for him. He’s probably hiding behind a car. I thought. I paused for a second to listen. Sure enough I could hear the man’s loud breathing. He was behind a pick up truck. I stepped up quietly behind him but he saw me. He was furious. He started to run but I caught him by the back of his sweater and placed him in a headlock. His hood came off and he tried to whirl around angrily. I tightened my grip.
“Get your hands off of me!” he shouted. He stepped hard on my foot with his heel but I didn’t loosen my grip. He brought back his arm and elbowed me in the ribs. I cried out in pain. Taking the chance he whirled around with all his strength throwing me back but I was up in a flash wondering where Dad and them were. They guy’s eyes were full of hate. I guess I must have looked the same way. My blood was boiling with anger.
 
“Your brother got away from me but you’re dead.” He muttered under his breath. He pulled out a gun from his pocket. His hand went down to turn of the safety. I didn’t give him a chance. In a split second I had kicked at his hand sending the gun flying. I smashed down onto his chest, knocking him down onto his back. He gave a startled cry. I tried pinning down his arms but he pushed me off. We were both on our feet in no time. He clenched his fists and threw a punch at me. I blocked it and threw my own punch but he blocked it. Somehow he got his arms around my chest crushing me. I wiggled to get free. He grabbed both my arms and twisted them behind my back. I felt the pain go through my arms. I brought my leg back and kicked back hitting him on the knee. He cried out in rage. He loosened his grip on my hands and I broke free. I placed a hand on my chest trying to catch my breath. The man was still in pain from the blow I gave to him on the knee. I glanced back. No one. Where was dad?! I turned around just in time to see Kevin Killer getting up. He was limping. But I wasn’t looking at his leg. In his hand he had his gun!
 
I reprimanded or not getting rid of it. He had an evil snarl on his face. “You’ll never get away from me alive.” He hissed.
I felt a wave of fear sweep over me but I pushed it away. I raised my hands and stepped away from him. I prayed to Allah that he doesn’t fire.
“Ya Allah.” I murmured under my breath.
“What?” he asked. His eyes were going wild. So this is how a mad man looked. He was in my face right now. I guess I must have looked freaked out. He swung his hand towards my head, the one with the gun. I ducked down and spinned with my right leg out. The guy’s legs swept right out from under him. He shot twice as he fell hard onto the floor. The bullets went wild though. I’m sure dad must have heard that. I thought. I was getting worried. I don’t know how long I’m gona be able to stand against this guy. I kicked the gun away as far as I could. It went under a car. Kevin Killer was up again. I heard a shout behind me. I looked back then I turned back just in time to see Kevin throw one punch at my head. I was taken my surprise and I went flying back. Thud. I fell hard against the pavement. I felt a severe pain in my head. I saw someone run past me and then everything went black.
 
he might have ;D u'll just hav to find out tommorow
 
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“Hey you dad’s coming.” I told Zaki as I hung up.
“Really?”
“Yeah. Khalid said they’ll be here in about an hour.”
Yusuf gave Zaki a turn to play. We sat and watched him.
“It’s Asr time.” Yusuf said as he paused the game. It was my turn to lead. When we finished I sat back and faced them.
“I miss praying at the masjid.” Zaki complained.
“At least we’re praying Jama’ah.” Yusuf answered him.
“Still I like it more at the masjid with everyone there.”
“Al-Hamdulillah we’re still not in that room with those guys.”
“I wonder what happened to them.”
“Who?” Yusuf asked.
“That Kevin Killer guy and the Boss.”
Yusuf shrugged. “They’ll be found sooner or later.”
“I hope so.” Zaki was quite for a bit as if trying to decide weather to say something or not.
“Hey Yusuf? Where’s your brother?” he finally asked cautiously.
Yusuf shot me a look. I looked away.
“I don’t know.” He finally said. Zaki looked at him quizzically.
“He’s probably with dad. Besides the last time I saw him was a little bit before I was kidnapped.” Yusuf explained.
We were quite for a bit. Then Zaki got up.
“I’m gona go downstairs.” He said as he left.
“You told him?” Yusuf asked me after he had left.
I glanced at him and shrugged.
He didn’t say anything but he didn’t look angry anymore.
“What difference does it make?” I asked after a while.
“None I guess.” He answered.
“Do you think your brother knows anything about our kidnapping?”
“I don’t know.”
We were quite for a long time. Yusuf went back to playing. I stayed at my spot thinking. After a long while Yusuf spoke up.
“You said they’ll be here in an hour right?”
I nodded.
“Well it’s been almost two hours now.”
“They probably stopped somewhere.” I answered, but my heart wasn’t so sure.
“Why don’t you call them?” Yusuf asked.
I walked over to the phone and called Khalid’s cell phone. I waited for a while but it was ringing continuously with no one picking it up.
Finally I just hanged up and tried dad’s phone but it was the same.
“They’re not picking up the phone.” I said out loud.
“I hope nothing happened.” Yusuf said as he got up.
“Where are you going?” I asked him.
“I’m gona get Zaki to call his dad. Maybe he’ll pick up. You keep on trying.” He said as he closed the door behind him.
I tried a couple more times finally I gave up and leaned back against the wall. I don’t know how long I was sitting there when I hear someone running towards the door. Zaki and Yusuf charged right in.
I got up surprised. “What?”
“Your brother…” Yusuf started. He stopped to catch his breath.
“Khalid? What happened to him?”
“He’s in the hospital.”
“What?!”
 
“He got hurt fighting Kevin Killer.” Yusuf stated. I stared at him unbelievingly. Why would Khalid be fighting with Kevin Killer?
“Your father’s with him right now. Dad and Zakir are coming here to pick us up.” Zaki spoke up.
“Where are we going? We’re not even allowed to leave the hotel.” I said.
“Your dad already got permission for us to leave.”
“Is Khalid hurt badly?” I asked.
“I don’t know.” Zaki answered. I sank back down with my head in my hands. We heard a knock at the door. Yusuf got up and opened it. I looked up as Amu Nadir and Zakir came in. After quick greetings they sat down on the beds. We waited for them to explain what happened. Zakir wouldn’t talk so Amu Nadir spoke up.
“We stopped at a gas station to fill up the car. Khalid noticed the guy and so did your dad. They both stepped outside to confront him but the guy ran. Your dad took of after him and Khalid followed. I think Khalid out ran your dad and caught up with the man. Your dad lost sight of him and we spent a while looking for them but we couldn’t find them. Finally after like five to ten minutes we heard two gun shots that I swear nearly stopped my heart. We followed the sound and found them both in a parking lot. we called out to them but that turned out to be a mistake. Khalid turned around to see who shouted, and just as he turned his face his opponent gave him a blow that sent him flying. He hit the pavement pretty hard.
Kevin Killer tried running away but we managed to catch him. We called the police and they took him away and then an ambulance took Khalid to the hospital. Your father is there right now. He told us to pick you three up. We’re leaving right now.” He said. We followed him outside to the car. We drove silently to the hospital. Dad was in the waiting room. He stood up when we came in.
“Assalamu Alaykum.” He said happily though I could tell he was worried.
“Wa Alaykum Assalam.” We answered.
“How is he?” Amu Nadir asked.
“I haven’t been informed yet.”
“Inshallah it’ll be all right.”
“Inshallah.”
We all sat down and waited for the doctors to tell us the news.
After what seemed like a year a man in a doctor’s suit came out. Dad walked up to him and they spent a few minutes talking. After that dad followed him inside but he came back after ten minutes.
“What did they say?” Zaki asked him.
“He has few minor scratches and a broken collarbone. They want to check if he has any damage to his head.” Dad answered.
 
“When can we see him?” Amu Nadir asked.
“I’m not sure. Maybe later inshallah.”
It was about an hour and half when the doctor finally came back. He talked to dad a bit, and then he went back inside.
Dad shook his head slightly. “They say that he has a small concussion.”
“Subhanallah. I guess he hit the pavement pretty hard.” Amu Nadir commented. We were quite for a bit. We looked up and saw one of the nurses. She beckoned us to follow her.
“We can see him now.” Dad said.
“All together?” I asked.
“You can go alone if you want.”
I waited outside the door as they went inside. After ten minutes they came out. I went inside. Khalid looked up.
“Hey.” He smiled.
I sat on the edge of his bed.
“You don’t look hurt.” I commented.
He pointed at his arm that was wrapped with a cast. “Say Alhamdulillah you don’t one these on your arm. I can’t play for about two to three months. And over all of that, I got a concussion. How cool is that?”
“Hey at least you got a criminal behind bars.”
“So what? It wasn’t worth it.”
“I think we’ve changed personalities. You’re different.”
“How?”
“I don’t know.”
“I thought you guys couldn’t leave the hotel.”
“Dad got permission for us to leave.” I answered.
“When are they gona do the surgery?” he asked.
“Why are you scared?” I teased.
“No, I just wana know. Did they make a new law that you cant ask question?”
“No. And I don’t know when.”
He leaned back. “I hate it here. This is all because of you.” He accused playfully.
“Me? What did I do?”
“A lot.”
“You want a cast on the other hand too?”
 
Phew, now I can enjoy my weekend knowing thqat Khalid will be OK.
 

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