Raha's determination solidified. She would uncover the truth about Nabil and her past.
Under the guise of sleep, Raha planned her escape.
She waited until her parents we're asleep, then slipped out of bed.
Grabbing her abaya, she quietly made her way to the door.
The cool night air enveloped her as she stepped outside.
Freedom.
Raha walked briskly, her heart pounding.
Where could she go?
The old café on the outskirts of town came to mind.
Maybe someone would recognize her, have information.
As she walked, the town's silence enveloped her.
The café's neon lights beckoned.
Inside, the owner, Abu Ali, looked up.
"Raha! What brings you here?"
Raha's eyes locked onto his. "Abu Ali, I need truth."
Abu Ali's expression turned serious. "What truth?"
"About Nabil. My past. Everything."
Abu Ali glanced around nervously.
"I'm sorry, I can't give you the answers you want. Maybe you should talk to Nabil, ask him."
Raha's voice rose. "But where is he? How can I find him?"
Abu Ali's eyes clouded. "Only you alone know where he is."
Raha's frustration boiled over. "What do you mean?"
Before Abu Ali could respond, the door swung open.
Hussein stood in the doorway, concern etched on his face.
"Raha, what are you doing here?"
Raha's heart sank. How did he find her?
Hussein's eyes locked onto Abu Ali. "Your parents are frantic. They need you home, now."
Raha realized her parents must have discovered her escape.
And enlisted Hussein's help to find her.
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Short StoryRaha's life was forever changed when a devastating accident left her in a coma for two months. As she awakens, she's met with an unsettling reality: she's lost all memories of her beloved husband, Nabil. Her parents, eager to exploit her vulnerabili...
