Must Read: Evergreen Memories - Season 1 - Episode 6

7 years ago

Must Read: Evergreen Memories - Season 1 - Episode 6

“Salamu Alaikum”, My dad’s voice interuppted my thoughts.

“Wa alaika salam”, I answered, standing
“Na’imah”, he called
“Na’am Baba (hausa meaning of Yes, father)”, I answered trying hard to smile.

“How is he?”, he asked
“He is still unconscious but the Doctor said they hope he regains consciousness within the next 24 hours”, I answered looking at Basheer.

“Yes, I have met him, he is also on his way”, he explained.

There was a moment of silence as Dr. Imran came in, greeted me and checked on Basheer.

“I think we should run down to the station, it’s not faraway from here”, he said turning to my Dad and reached for the door.

“That’ll be alright”, he answered and then turning back to me he said,” We won’t take long and what would you like for breakfast as your Mum is coming over too?”
“I don’t have appetite for anything and I am not even hungry”, I answered.

“You have to eat something”, he said looking at me while reaching for the door.

“How on earth can I eat with Basheer lying unconscious?” I asked myself
About an hour later, my parents came in, I was now sitting on the sofa. My mum looked worried as she dropped a basket on the locker by the bedside. She looked at Basheer and shook her head.

“I wish him a very quick recovery”, she said sitting by my side.

We went over to the police station and collected the remaining of his valuables”, My Dad said
“I know you could make use of this to contact his family”, he added handing Basheer’s phone to me.

I took the phone, switched it on and waited while it rebooted. Messages from BBM, Watsapp, Facebook came tropping the moment the service came up. I knew Basheer to be a social networker. I didn’t bothered going through the messages but rather went through his contacts, found his Mum’s number and dialed.

“Hello”, she answered at first ring. She sounded anxious.
“Salamu Alaikum”, I greeted her.
“Wa alaiki salam, Na’imah is that you?”, she asked
“Yes mum”, I confirmed
“Where is Basheer? We have been trying to reach him since yesterday but all efforts proved abortive, is he alright?” she sounded really worried.

I couldn’t answer any of her questions. How can I tell her Basheer is lying unconscious on a hospital bed? Tears rolled down my cheeks.

“Na’imah, speak to me, where is Basheer?”, she asked once more.

I couldn’t bear it anymore, I handed the phone to my Mum as I burst into tears.

I could hear my Mum telling her Basheer is not well but it’s nothing serious. She wanted to talk to him but my Mum told her he was asleep.

She ended the call after saying she would call later when he is awake.
My Mum consoled me assuring that everything will be alright soon. But how soon? I asked myself. Basheer was still unconscious and the Doctors can’t do anything to regain him, we just have to wait, But for how long? I asked myself once more
“That only Allah knows”, a small voice inside me said.
I managed to eat little of the food my Mum had brought because I was now starving.
It was past noon when my parents got up ready to leave as they had to go back to work.

My Mum promised to come back later in the evening. They were about to leave when Dr. Imran came in.

“Are you leaving already?”, he asked
“Yes”, my Dad answered smiling
He checked on Basheer once more, nodded his head as he felt his pulse.

“His breathing is still normal” he explained
“Alhamdulillah”, my dad exclaimed, smiling
(Alhamdulillah=Thanks be to Allah).

“We should be on our way now”, he continued
Dr. Imran looked towards me for the first time since he came in.

“Aren’t you going with them” he asked
“No”, I answered resting my head on the sofa.

“Why not?, He’ll be fine. You can go home and relax a bit then come back later. Lets hope he is awake before then”, he said.

“I want to be here when he gets back”, I answered
“But…..”, he started
“Let her be”, my Dad interrupted. He knew too well how stubborn I could be.

“Okay, Dr. Imran said smiling and continued, I hope Basheer Loves you as much as you do”.
“He does”, I said to myself as they all went out of the room.

I went over to Basheer, said a silent prayer over him and sq££zed his hand. There was no response. I went back to the sofa and few minutes later I was fast asleep.