‘Ahmet’ is the Fifth chapter of distances and continuation of ‘Last days collapse.’ Make sure you read ‘Last days collapse.’
“No thanks, I have some work to finish.” I replied.
“No not today. Let’s go home together.” She said insisting.
Now I needed to tell myself how was I going to resist her deep-dark-black eyes, her shining face like the moon itself was in front of me. I wanted to ignore her for the greater good but her every blink was telling me not to leave.
She was not special because of something unknown, but because of so many things that I can’t just spit in a couple of breaths. I was reconsidering my decision. I forced myself but my foot moved to her on its own. In a split second, I turned back and left for my way.
“Tabib…” the three of them were shouting but I kept ignoring and moving. My eyes started filling with tears knowing that this was the last time I could walk with her. But I kept moving forth. Birds were chirping but it was not charming anymore, the wind was not joyful anymore, but I kept walking.
“Tabib wait!” Ahmet called upon me and looking back I saw the three of them moving towards me.
“If you are not coming with us, then we are coming with you,” He said.
Looking at them I waited for a second and then said, looking at Aylin that time, “The truth is, I don’t want to be with you.”
“Why, have I done something wrong?” she said smiling, trying to tease me.
“No, it is nothing. I just don’t want to be with you guys.”
“Why?” asked Altan.
“It is nothing, I just don’t want to be with you guys.” and after taking a deep breath, looking to Aylin, I finally said it. “Because I love you, and I don’t want to bear the pain. I might sound selfish but it’s for the greater good.”
Aylin stayed there like a statue, so was Altan. I didn’t have the guts to look Ahmet in the eyes and I just ran away, crying blood in my heart.
You know this world was never meant to be fair. You have no idea how much pain your rapid decisions can cause you.
I went home and sitting on my chair, I bumped my head to the table and cried silently. I woke up, the sun was setting and realised that I had slept on my table, crying.
I washed my face and went to the playground as per my routine. When I reached there it was empty and in it, I was alone. I ran nonstop. I kept running and running and running till I could barely breathe and I fell on the ground and starting crying, silently again, thinking about Aylin and the others and how they were probably partying as the last paper was over. This was the time I was supposed to spend with my friends. But who were my friends? I don’t exactly know what friends are.
Back home, my parents asked me for why I hadn’t gone to the party. I replied them that I was not feeling well and went upstairs to my room after dinner, and somehow, I slept earlier. Somewhere in the middle of the night I heard my father knocking at my door.
“Tabib, wake up son.”
As my father came in, I asked if everything was fine.
He came to my bed, sat beside me and said, “Ahmet had been admitted to the ICU after he fell unconscious at the farewell party this evening.” After a brief pause, he looked me in the eyes and said, “he couldn’t make it.”
Looking at him I started breathing heavily and tears started flowing off my eyes.
“Come here son,” dad hugged me and I cried, this time a little louder, remembering how I left the school without looking at his face, thinking what reaction he would had put on his face that time. Remembering how I had left him alone that time and how I might have broken him when he called my name and I didn’t respect his call and just left.
“Be strong son, be strong…” dad said patting me, “Get ready, we have to go there.”
“I can’t dad… I can’t.”
“He deserves a last farewell from you, son.” Dad said, I nodded my head and he left the room.
After getting ready, we left for Ahmet’s house. There was crowd there and, in that crowd, I could see Altan talking to Ahmet’s Father. I waited alone till it was the time to bury him. First the Mevlana talked about death and how this coffin before us was a lesson itself that no matter how young or rich or happy you are, one day you have to leave the world to the grave. Then he called upon Altan to lead the funeral prayers and I understood what he would have been talking about to Ahmet’s father lately.
After the funeral was over, Ahmet’s body was taken to the grave, to bury. As we were leaving, I saw Altan on the bank of his grave, waving a last goodbye to his good friend.
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Written by Waqar Farooq
Edited by Ayaan Ashraf
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