Poor Fatimah!

[Glory be to Allah]

. . . a shrieking scream came from the kitchen.

Fatimah rushed to the kitchen where she found . . . . . Nothing.

She shook her head (Thinking it was her imagination) and went back in the living room to continue watching her favorite show.

Then again she heard a scream coming from the kitchen.

This time Fatimah rushed to the kitchen even faster and found . . . Nothing.

Rather than continuing doing what she was, she opened the dish drawer and slowly grabbed a knife and looked around the room . . . . nobody was there.

Then she saw it a teenage girl was standing by the corner of the kitchen in the shadow.

Fatimah nearly fell over from screaming so loud.

She had her head hanging down and her cloth's looked like rags blood all over them, she could not see her face since her head has hanging down.

After Fatimah caught her breath she notice the girl never looked up.

" Excuse me do you need something, you look lost" said Fatimah still scared.

The teenage girl began to look up . . . . . . and in a flash she was gone.

Fatimah was so scared she could hardly breath. She was shaking so hard she dropped her knife(not remembering she was holding it.)

She looked around her full with fear.

She grabbed her coat and scarf and ran out the door as fast as she could.

She went to the police station told them everything that happened and they told her to wait in the chair.

After a while they brang a doctor and she repeated her story to them and then he took something out of a brief case surrounded with protective air bubbles. . . . . . . a shot.

Wait I'm not sick why would they be giving be a medication. This doesn't make sence. Thought fatimah

Then before she knew it she was fast asleep.

When she woke up she was in a room. A white room. With cushioned walls.Everything was white.

The bed
Walls
Carpet
Curtains

Oh NO!

Fatimah banged on the walls.

"I"M NOT CRAZY! I'M NOT CRAZY!!I'M NOT CRAZY!!!"

But Fatimah wasn't crazy she was completely sain.

She thought about her daughter and her two sons and her family.

How am I supposed to get out of here??

How will they know I'm okay?

" I just want to go home." Fatimah said between her sobbs.

" I want to ask my daughter about her day at school and if my sons did their homework."

"And ash my husband if he picked up the laundry."

Fatimah was on the floor crying now resting her head on her arms.

" I want to go home to my family,let me go home!"

Source: my brain.

Moral: make a story up yourself

[Covered Beauty]

Salamz

Awaiting the continuation.... :-)

Salamz

[Glory be to Allah]

Sorry their's not a continuation!

That's the end

[Covered Beauty]

Salamz

lol I know there isn't a continuation sis, but what I meant to say is that it would be good if you did make one. Since the source is from your brain, don't think it'd be that much of a hard task :-)

But kheir. All is good. Thanks for sharing

Salamz

[Glory be to Allah]

CONTINUATION . . . . . .

Sudenly she heard footsteps behind her she turned around.

"Who's there??"

A face peeked out from around the corner.

A small face . . a dirty face . . . a baby face.

Fatimah walked toward it.

" What do you people want from me, all because of you I'm in this mental institution, why cant you just leave me alone?"

The baby sudenly grew bigger and taller into a grown man.

Fatimah was shocked but this time she didn't scream she just stared at it.

"We dont want anything."

Fatimah suddenly started to get really angry. She felt anger growing in side of her.

"THEN LEAVE ME ALONE!"

She pushed the man so hard the her fell out the window.

"oh my goodness what have I done??" Fatimah whispered.

She rushed to the broken window . . there she saw the man on the ground outside.
People began to gather around the dead body or not dead body she wasn't sure.

She had no idea how high she was from the ground.

Then the people all were starring at her.

"What have you done" someone shouted. The words echoed in her head.

"That's my father."

Fatimah when away from the window.

What have I done? I'm not a murderer! That was someones father who had children and a wife and I killed him.

Fatimah began to cry again.

Wait if there's a window then I could escape but if they caught me they would put me in jail and they would for sure think I'm crazy.

But my family must be really worried.What would they think if they knew I killed a person.

Fatimah went to the window on the other side of the room and she carefully went though and balanced herself on the edge as she held on to the building.

The the edge started to crackle and she had nothing to hold on to.

She was falling though the air.

THE END!!

Satisfied?

Moral: I really have no idea these things are just coming off the top of my head.

Salamz

[AbdulQader]

I really like the story! I wanted to know what the whole thing was with the girl in the kitchen, the one who disappeared, especially because you, as the narrator, say that she was not crazy and was sane.

[salsabila]

sister, are you good at short stories or novels? your stories are awesome Masha'Allah.

[Glory be to Allah]

Jazakallah khir

[Fatima]

Hmm, so Fatimah dies? That was very anti-climatic LOL. It's like those stories that say "and it was all a dream".

On a serious note, I really enjoyed reading your story. It is a true exemplar of someone loosing faith and not being able to find their way. Keep up the great work sister. :)

[Glory be to Allah]

I really like the story! I wanted to know what the whole thing was with the girl in the kitchen, the one who disappeared, especially because you, as the narrator, say that she was not crazy and was sane.

More info about the girl?

Okay this a continuation for more info about the girl in the kitchen:

Finally Fatimah hit the ground.

She felt as though every bone in her body was smashed.Her body was aching everywhere.

She tried to lift her arm to try to get up but it felt so heavy as if it was 20 pounds.

Then she felt some one pick her up.

And then put her in their van and drove away.

When Fatimah woke up she had her body was covered in bandages. She had a plastic tube taped across her face connecting to a a square like package next to her IV. She had a cast on her legs and on her left arm.

Then she noticed that annoying beeping sound over and over again.

Then a man came in.

"Hi I'm your Doctor." He put out his hand.

Fatimah didn't take it.

"What will you do to me." Asked Fatimah aggravated.

"Well first we will keep you on antioxidents and then will put braces on your-

"I'm not referring to my medical conditions, I'm referring to the accident."

"Well the police says that they are undecided on how there was a person in that room on how he fell out they are still trying to investigate, but without the his body their is not autopsy report so I would imagine It'll take them longer than-

"Wait, what are you talking about? Are you saying his body is missing?"

"Yes kind of peculiar Isn't it, I mean a body doesn't just go missin-

"I need to get outside it really hot in here." Fatimah said fanning herself.

"Umm . . okay but we have an AC but if you really need to get out I'll sent the nurse to get a wheel chair?"

"YES! . . . I mean yes I want to really get some fresh air."


~

Fatimah was alone now in her wheel chair racing down the sidewalk.It was nearly sunset.

Finally, it seemed like forever when she reached her front door.

When she entered it was so quiet like nobody was home.Then she found a note.

We don't know where you are mum if you even read this before we get back but were really scared something keeps banging on the the door outside and when we look nobody's there.

We will be back soon.

Fatimah picked up the knife that was still on the floor where she had left it. If something had been banging on the door then they either wanted to come in or wanted to scare people off.

Then. . . . . . . . the girl was standing exactly where she had been before.

Rather the being scared or angry like before, Fatimah was happy. Maybe she would actually get something out of her.

"What do you want from us??" Asked Fatimah.

The girl tilted her head up all the way this time.

Her face was dirty and bloody not much different from her clothes.

Then she came closer to Fatimah so close that she could smell her stinky breath.

Then her form changed to a black snake. It slithered up Fatimah and stuck out it's fanges and . . . . . . . . .

I dont know what happens next how about you pick?

A. It bites Fatimah

B. Fatimah takes out her hand and strangles the snake then shouts.
"LOOK WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!! LOOK WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO MY LIFE!"

C. Her family comes in and tows the snake outside.

D. The snake changes into a baby and giggles.

Okay that's it.

I know this story is really twisted but that's what happens when you pull random stuff out of your head.

Salamz

[Glory be to Allah]

Hmm, so Fatimah dies? That was very anti-climatic LOL. It's like those stories that say "and it was all a dream".

On a serious note, I really enjoyed reading your story. It is a true exemplar of someone loosing faith and not being able to find their way. Keep up the great work sister. :)

Oh i hate those kind of stories!

[Glory be to Allah]

Salamz

You know what I really dont like the last continuation it was kind out missing out of place.

With the doctor and the snake

It's like "What??"

Anyway that's my opinion.