Faryah

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——————- Al Muta'akhir Specialist hospital.

——————————Same day

Farouk

Only one person called me Farouky.

Fauziyyah.

It's been approximately 19 years since we last saw or heard from my twin sister since she was taken away from us.

I felt a familiar feeling when I saw Faryah. 18 years of searching for her and she came to us. I really hoped she was the one. I was never going to forget how Ummah went through mental crisis for a year plus when we lost her. The investigators had to conclude that she was dead but Ummah kept on believing that she was alive, she almost ran mad cause of our loss. But Alhamdulillah we sought psychological help and she came back. My Ummah came back to us. But she still kept on believing that Fauziyyah was alive and she was going to find her eventually. No matter how long it took. She was definitely going to find her. I believed it too. I didn't want to believe that I lost my twin sister. I couldn't bring myself to accept that. I had to see it to believe it right?. Fauziyyah was still alive and no matter how long it took, Insha'Allah we were going to find her. Abbah brought himself to accept that Fauziyyah was indeed dead. She wasn't going to come back. His baby girl was never going to return. But Insha'Allah by Allah's will, she was going to come back to us. We were going to find her. I grew up with lots of love and attention from my father and mother as they decided not to talk about my twin again. They protected me more than I was supposed to be protected as a male. They never really made me understand what really happened and why she was taken away. Anytime I tried talking about it they always changed the topic. I couldn't do anything about it. I only prayed for the best for all of us.

" please don't mind Faryah, she talks a lot" I heard Raihanna say as I sat opposite her and offered her a juice box. She was a very beautiful woman. The first time I saw her, I was amazed. Her dark skin and beautiful smile were amazing. I honestly couldn't stop thinking about her. She was a daughter of a friend of Ummah's. They were Nigerians and Masha Allah, they were really beautiful. I felt something for her and I really wanted to get to know her more. " It's fine, she's a nice woman, her husband is at work or something?" I asked as I fully focused on her. " Uhh, her husband, well honestly all that is a very long story" She answered as she dropped her bag on the centre table. " oh"

" well let me summarize it for you, she's not on good terms with her husband, they've been like this for the past six months, he's actually back in LA and she's here" They separated. " Oh okay then" I answered. I honestly wanted to get to know this Faryah more. " So how have you been?, how has work been?" She asked and I smiled at her. Being a paediatrician was easy. I loved taking care of kids. " Fun, I've been good, how're your mother and father?"

" They're fine, you know something Farouk, I'm honestly going to be true with my feelings right now and not play around trying to get signs or anything, I'm going to be extremely straightforward right now, even though I might humiliate myself or something" I knew Raihannah liked me from the start. And I did too. " I know you like me Raihannah and don't worry you won't humiliate yourself or anything, I'm interested in you too" I answered and watched her blush. She looked so cute while she was blushing. " you look so cute" I said with a wide smile and watched her blush more, trying to hide her face. " I honestly didn't think you felt or thought the same way, I'm honestly really happy, Faryah was right, I always talk about you, always, I already planned my dreams with you and everything else" she said with a high pitched voice as her smile widened. She was also giggling and her sparkling white teeth made everything look stupid. She was an epitome of beauty.