BLUSTERY ILLUSION.

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All I remember from last night was that I went to sleep in the comfort of my bed and then suddenly I was startled awake in a parallel universe.


I went to the minimart last night to buy some skittles. My headphones were on as I listened to music. I strolled down the street and I closed my eyes to enjoy the cool night breeze waft enchantingly over my skin as it lightly fluttered my hijab. I was unaware of my surroundings as a sleek black Mercedes pulled up beside me and four men hurried out and pointed a gun towards my head threatening to blow my head off if I did as much as utter a word.

With the gun still pointed towards my head, one of them carried me roughly and dumped me in the backseat of the car. The only hope I had then was in Allah as I silently recited my Ayaa Kursiy. I tried to scream out and a syringe was pulled out from a box underneath the seat and stuck into my thigh aggressively. My vision started to blur and the world started to spin as I fell into a state of unconsciousness.


I was awakened with a bucked of freezing cold water poured all over my body. I began to notice my surroundings and I realized that I was in an uncompleted building with four men pacing around the room in an agitated manner as they discussed something I couldn’t seem to understand. I was seated in a chair across the room. A rope was tied across my waist perfectly gluing me to the chair and another was tied around my ankles on the front legs of the chair. A gross smelling rag was firmly stuck in my mouth gagging me. I tried my best to force it out and it came off.

I was utterly scared and confused due to the situation I was in but surprisingly, for the sake of my life, I kept quiet not to attract attention from my kidnappers. I was just very happy I had not been noticed yet.


The clouds above drastically turned a shade darker and a heavy storm began. Rain pelted harshly on the windows of the building as the surrounding area darkened. Inwardly, I muttered a quick prayer to my Alma matter, Allah because the rain came as a distraction. I frantically searched my coat pockets for my mirror. I broke it silently in my palm and blood gushed from my hand like a sprinkler. I sucked in a harsh breath as particles of glass bit into my skin but I had to stay quiet.


I began to use the broken edge of the mirror to cut the ropes around me. I hurriedly got up from the chair and it toppled over. Unfortunately, the kidnappers’ attention returned to me and they started to chase me. As I sprinted towards the door, they darted across the room after me.

Adrenaline rushed through my veins and my pulse rate increased as I ran. Luckily, I eased my way out of the building into the cold night. During my escape fest, I fell into a puddle of sticky mud and accidentally bumped my head on the hard concrete. I couldn’t hold it in any longer and my scream pierced into the air like an arrow and I was noticed once again. I heard the beating of footsteps and hurried to heave of breaths heading towards me but I was unable to move. It felt like I was weighed down by an elephant.

One of the kidnappers which I was surprised to find out was a lady let out an excited squeal as she sauntered towards me. The others came and like a deja vu, the gun was pointed at my head. I soon received the shock that shook me to the marrow as I saw my elder brother. He stepped closer with his gaze glued to my face. closer and closer. I began to sink into my skin in deep fear. He started yelling my name. Why? I wonder. My head became the coven of a raging storm.

As written by Fawziyyat Yusuf.

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3 thoughts on “BLUSTERY ILLUSION.

  1. I really like this story because it’s really captivating. It makes the reader curious to want to know what will happen next.
    The ending was really good too. It gives the reader a reason to ponder on the story because I was wondering ‘what will happen next? Will she be shot dead?’

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