She was silent. Quiet. And still as a bad ocean. So deep to drown. So dark like a night to strangle. So complicated like a labyrinth to delude. But still brave like a warrior to fight.
Minha was staring at some point on the floor in the huge hospitals. As much as she hated hospitals, fate carried her in there every time. She was starving since morning. She was enclosing dried tears since morning. She was dreading this day since morning.
There was nothing in her mind. She couldn't speak to herself. Neither could she communicate with her heart. It seemed as if it had worn the old quilt and had hidden in a corner. She didn't know who came by. Who consoled her? Most probably no one. All she did was wander her eyes at the same point wondering the emptiness.
"Minha." She had heard the word a lot of time since the morning. Hospital management had put barriers in front of the reporters and camera who had been trying to get answers to their questions.
"Is any of the slavery crisis related to you, Miss Minha?" someone called.
"Did he really kill your brother?" someone else shouted.
"How are you connected to it, miss?" someone else asked in the noise.
"Please, stay away. This is a critical condition. Please." Someone called out to the people making noise. "This is a hospital and you are breaking discipline rules. Guards take them out." Sounded like a doctor had instructed; all the noises damped.
"Minha." Someone called out her name. Minha. Life. What life was there for her? A tear broke the chain and rained down.
"Minha, it's your sister." Kay said. She wiped her face and took the phone. On the other side Zimal was speaking very fast. Asking about the situation. Asking about her. "I need you Zimal." She said in her pace and there was a silence at the other side.
"I am trying to fly as soon as possible, Minnie. But take care of yourself. You have to console the little girl when she wakes up. You have to tell her how big of a risk she had taken. Tell her how she has been fighting this first test of Islam. It's a test Minha. And you have to pass it, like all the others. I am on my way. Don't worry, but stand up. Don't sit there like a slut. You are a Muslim. Have faith. Next time I call, you should be the one to receive the call." Even when she was lecturing her, she knew that Zimal was crying. "I need you, Zee." And she handed the phone to Kay who ended the call.
"It's going to be okay-"she was saying when Minha interrupted. "Please stop telling me its okay." Her bandaged head ached. The vase wound was aching. "Nothing is okay stop giving my fake hopes." She snapped and Kay pursed her lips. "Okay then think about the bug sacrifice your new friend has given. You can't give up. It is totally not okay, Minha. And with you mourning, it is perfectly not okay at all." Kay said and Minha lifted her teary face. She couldn't say anything. Kay's consoled eyes melted, "Oh," and she hugged her.
They stayed in the position for no one knows how long when Taimur came running. "What's the-"when he saw Minha. All weak and fatal. "Oh, Minha. I know it's bad. Not what we wanted it to come out as. But trust me, doctors say, she is out of danger." He felt like an angel. Minha's weak head coerced up and looked at Taimur.
"Are you serious? My Zoha will be okay? Will she be fine as ever?" she was eager. Her teary eyes were eager. Taimur nodded. "Yeah this still need to go through some stuff and process, but she will be okay. We can meet her in a few hours." He said. And Minha started crying. Tears of happiness. And at that instant, she felt it. She didn't think. She came forth and hugged Taimur. "Oh my God, I am so happy. I am so thankful for all what He has done." And he hugged her back. "Plus, we made it." She cocked her head up. "What do you mean?"
He came closer, "did you watch the news?" he asked and she said no. "Well, the company is down. My mom had disappeared but fortunately Johnson Peter is in the Germany's biggest police headquarters. We have to go their tomorrow or something to deliver the speech and all, but," he looked into her eyes and she could see herself in it, "our plan worked. They are out of our way. Sophia is tracking the slaves and the data behind the black people and we will serve it to the Prime minister. They were the rich families with powers. Not the rulers. And, with all the evidences and witnesses, we can hopefully put them behind the bars. Your brother, my dog, and all the other people who had been killed will finally rest in peace." He was saying and she was just lost in his brown eyes. She was happy. She was relieved. She was in peace.