Iqra could hear the motor roaring, as the acceleration became quicker and louder. The odour became powerful as she inhaled and exhaled into it. That bittersweet poisonous whiff went into her mouth. Her breathing became harder to as she wheezed all that venom out. Iqra’s physique was agonizing as she could sense her skin on tough ground. She could taste the dust settles in her mouth, her silva was appearing. Her eyes were peaceful shut with difficulty coming throughout. The fear of glimpsing what was in vision, made Iqra’s stomach sense so rugged. Her heart was thumping so rapidly. All those voices were in her mind, telling her combination viewpoints of what was going to happen to her.
” Abid drive faster!, it’s a disaster. The man doesn’t have any time left”.
Iqra could feel her body found vulnerable as she heard the words. Her skin felt colder with the gestures found through her head. She finally opened her eyes, to see the sky that was blue with a bright orange sun beaming at her complexion.
She felt this rusty glimmer on her that gave her more pain as the slashes occurred so deep. Suddenly the car stopped without any indication, and Iqra’s body flew to the left like a doll with its head moving few times. She let out a scream “Aaaagghhhhh please help!!”, She felt confused and her eyes were blurry. This bright skin handsome man quickly holds her tight as she was pulled towards this rusty building. Abu, where’s my Abu.. Take me to my Abu please”, pleaded Iqra… Her tears were falling like little diamonds on to her burned skin.
Muhammed looked around to see, these three men supporting his body towards the mattress. He could see a glimpse of Iqra further away from him. “Iqra, oh my sweet baby, Abu loves you”..
All these needles were going into his insides, he feared these pointy sharp spikes, pinching inside his damaged fragility skin. But he felt frightened to speak and couldn’t disclose his voice to request to eliminate these elements around him.
“Oh Allah please help us, you have already written what is in our destiny, but please give us a chance to be better”.
Muhammed was speculating in his head, talking to the one that created everything. His pain was getting disastrous but these supporters that were around him were making him feel better by giving him the treatment.