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"The accident" part one.
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The streetlights were dim as the mist enclosed it in its mysterious grip. She peered out of her window into the darkness, was there someone out there or was it her imagination?
or because the night was so silent only the sound of the dogs barking from a distance.
Me and my mother still awake in the late night,sitting quietly on the bed in my mother's bedroom waiting for my father.
As minutes and hours were passing by,we started getting worried while looking at the clock every now and then as it was getting late and no sign of my father turning up.
The more we waited the more we got worried and more unpatient we became,I quickly told my mother to try and call him.
My mother several times she tried dialling his number,the call was never answered, she persisted to call him over and over again but all her efforts were in vain.
Having lost patience,my mother threw her phone on the bed and moved closer to the window and tried to peer secretly at the edge of the curtain without lifting it.
Fear and terror started building up in my heart and mind,I started thinking of all bad things that might have happend to him.
Suddenly I started crying ,while mumbling words to myself ,
"my dad might be in danger, my dad may be his no more".
My mother who was still standing and peering through the window,at the sound of me crying she quickly turned and looked at me,seeing me in the devastated situation I was ,
she came to me and hugged me tightly ,
"Dont worry dear, your dad is ok,let's pray that he reaches home safely"my mum said this to me.
Hearing this from my mum as if her words were the only hope I needed that time,
I seighed deeply and felt a sudden relief in my heart and mind.
Still holding me closely to her,we started hearing foot steps from a distance,the more the person was moving closely towards our house, the clearer the foot steps were heard,
Suddenly there was a knock at the window,with the sound of my dad's voice calling out to my mum, "Hawaa hawaa ,it's me your husband Abdul,please open the door for me"
Quickly we rushed to the window to check,the voice we heard was my dad's voice but the figure that was standing out in the darkness we could barely recognise.
Without wasting more time,we rushed out of the bedroom and run towards the door to open for him.
The man who got in and quickly closed the door , I never recognised him, with the bandages wrapped around his head only the eyes and mouth were seen,
his shirt was full of blood,seeing this I started screaming in terror,
My father came closely and hugged me,"its me your dad" he said to me.
Together with my mum we hugged him and in tears we all started crying,not believing that he was finally home with us but not safely,since he was hurt and in pain.
Side by side we walked along the corridor and moved into their bedroom,on the bed we sat beside each other, and in pain my father started narrating the story of what had happened to him.
#keep reading#keeping waiting#other parts of story.
The streetlights were dim as the mist enclosed it in its mysterious grip. She peered out of her window into the darkness, was there someone out there or was it her imagination?
or because the night was so silent only the sound of the dogs barking from a distance.
Me and my mother still awake in the late night,sitting quietly on the bed in my mother's bedroom waiting for my father.
As minutes and hours were passing by,we started getting worried while looking at the clock every now and then as it was getting late and no sign of my father turning up.
The more we waited the more we got worried and more unpatient we became,I quickly told my mother to try and call him.
My mother several times she tried dialling his number,the call was never answered, she persisted to call him over and over again but all her efforts were in vain.
Having lost patience,my mother threw her phone on the bed and moved closer to the window and tried to peer secretly at the edge of the curtain without lifting it.
Fear and terror started building up in my heart and mind,I started thinking of all bad things that might have happend to him.
Suddenly I started crying ,while mumbling words to myself ,
"my dad might be in danger, my dad may be his no more".
My mother who was still standing and peering through the window,at the sound of me crying she quickly turned and looked at me,seeing me in the devastated situation I was ,
she came to me and hugged me tightly ,
"Dont worry dear, your dad is ok,let's pray that he reaches home safely"my mum said this to me.
Hearing this from my mum as if her words were the only hope I needed that time,
I seighed deeply and felt a sudden relief in my heart and mind.
Still holding me closely to her,we started hearing foot steps from a distance,the more the person was moving closely towards our house, the clearer the foot steps were heard,
Suddenly there was a knock at the window,with the sound of my dad's voice calling out to my mum, "Hawaa hawaa ,it's me your husband Abdul,please open the door for me"
Quickly we rushed to the window to check,the voice we heard was my dad's voice but the figure that was standing out in the darkness we could barely recognise.
Without wasting more time,we rushed out of the bedroom and run towards the door to open for him.
The man who got in and quickly closed the door , I never recognised him, with the bandages wrapped around his head only the eyes and mouth were seen,
his shirt was full of blood,seeing this I started screaming in terror,
My father came closely and hugged me,"its me your dad" he said to me.
Together with my mum we hugged him and in tears we all started crying,not believing that he was finally home with us but not safely,since he was hurt and in pain.
Side by side we walked along the corridor and moved into their bedroom,on the bed we sat beside each other, and in pain my father started narrating the story of what had happened to him.
#keep reading#keeping waiting#other parts of story.
