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Droplets Continued

Amir scoffs and enters his room, letting the door shut on Jannah’s face. She stuck her tongue out at him, knowing well he will soon come out with treatment supplies.

In 30 seconds he steps out with the first aid box in his hands and the biggest smile ever. Jannah is confused.

‘Did you win the lottery or something?’ She snickered at him.

‘Listen here, little lady, a brotha’ can smile when he’s happy. Have a seat against that wall.’ He points to the wall near his room with raised eyebrows.

‘I hope that’s public enough for you’.

Jannah rolls her eyes and slinks to the floor. Out of all the people that could have caught her at that moment, it was this man or boy or whatever. He will probably never forget the moment ‘he saved her life’.

‘Bismillahi Rahmani Rahim’, he said under his breath.

Amir begans cleaning her stinging wounds. Jannah tries not to make a single noise. It was silent save for the crinkling of band-aid wrappers and ripping of packaging. He worked slowly, looking up quickly to catch a tinge of pain if it were present. He starts with the small cuts and moved to the large one near her wrist, the thin blood had began drying.

He hummed and whistled and it seemed to escalate once the removed dried blood gave way to a new welling of droplets.

Jannah winced at the pain and clenched her hand. He softly blew over it, relieving the tension in her wrist.

‘I’m sorry’, he looked up at her tense face after banding the wound with an unsure face. His eye’s widened and he moved in closer to her. A few moments later, he broke the silence.

‘There’s something on your lip. Blood. Don’t forget to clean that off.’ He stood and walked into his room without a good-night.

Jannah could barely smile, considering her mouth wound. She did not know if she wanted to or not.

She attempted to wipe her lip clean but her hands were tingling wildly.

He left the blood on her lips.

He left it.

Droplets

The trees sashayed, waving to the stars above. Sitting under the sky was a young woman of brown skin and an average figure, a sparkling gold scarf simply wrapped around her head. She wore a tunic, loose kameez pants and no shoes. Her toes were not particularly gorgeous, smeared with the blood of grass from a late walk outside the residency quarters. She lost herself in thoughts as deep as the sea that she nearly drowned- suffocating from the wonder and treachery of the earth. She was a thinker, indeed.

—-

The moon smiled down on the concrete stairs as Jannah swiftly walked down towards the residence halls. She took no special care to watch her steps, despite the blanketing darkness. Within a single second, she noticed a particularly shining star that pleased her and all at once missed a step.

‘Dammit!’, she cursed under her breath as the blood began to swell from the scrapes on her hand. She quickly stood, hoping not a single soul witnessed such an event. It was too late. Amir was standing a few feet away, shaking his head at her. Jannah huffed and turned away towards the doors. Why was this boy everywhere?

He pulled her back by her shirt sleeve. His eyes seemed to gleam with mirth in the darkness.

‘What the hell do you think you’re doing. Let me go! Astaghfirullah’, she blurted out.

‘Hey. I’m just a brotha’ trying to help a sista’ out’, he answered and grabbed her hands and looked at them. Jannah’s entire face changed 40 shades of pink and red and magenta as she wiggled out of his hold.

He did not seem to notice the discomfort and once again touched her hands with a firm gentleness that cautioned her from moving them away, he seemed deeply concerned for her hand’s well being.

‘You are bleeding! Oh look what you did. So clumsy,’ he chuckled and looked up at her. Her hijab began slipping sideways, nearly revealing strands of unsecured hair. The awkwardness was escalating.

She bit her lip and tasted blood. ‘Ouch! What the-’, she stopped abruptly as Amir scooted her hijab nearly down to her brow region to cover up the hairs.

‘Amir, quit! Put it back right. You are so childish,’ she exclaimed, her hands were held out, droplets of blood rolling down her palms. She did not understand what kind of emotion that she was conveying which led him to think this was perfectly fine.

‘Let’s go in and get you some band aids.’ He pulled her by the sleeve, as if she were a giant germ. ‘And do not touch ANYTHING’.

——-

He opened his room door and gestured to enter. Jannah stared blankly.

‘I will just wait out here’.

‘Go in, ma’am’

‘No, it’s fine. I will wait.’

‘All the band aids and alcohol pads are inside’.

‘I am outside’.

Amir scoffs and enters his room, letting the door shut on Jannah’s face. She stuck her tongue out at him, knowing well he will soon come out with treatment supplies.

TBC

WHITE TRASH

I don’t believe in black trash,

why white trash?

Prejudice is in every corner.