Voice

Dedicated to all the voices that go unheard. Especially to the voices raised in times of need.

Important!

“Voice” includes several important topics that may trigger some. Proceed at your own risk.

This novel doesn’t include religious beliefs in detail but includes many holy places of Christians, Hindus, and Muslims. Don’t forget to be respectful with your remarks.

Sitting in front of the Holy Kaaba, she stared at her with her teary eyes. The silence had been prolonged and both of them waited for the other to start the conversation.

“But you said that you will always forgive me.” Words finally came out of her mouth. She waited for a response from her cousin but she wasn't attentive. Khuzaima hit her shoulder with some force and asked her to speak.

Saba sighed and looked at her. Khuzaima could see that her eyes were tired and she regretted her decision.

“I shouldn’t have said that,” she thought but waited for a response as well.

Finally, Saba decided to speak up.

“This place is so sacred that our conversation feels unimportant. It feels weird that we discuss such matters here, even here. I have forgiven you but some wounds are meant not to heal.” Her tone suggested that she wanted to end the conversation. Even though Khuzaima wanted to undo her mistake, she couldn't help but argue.

“Murder was never an unimportant topic to be talked about…”

Saba looked at her desperate attempt to keep the conversation going and smiled tiredly.

“I don’t know but for me, this place is the most important and I can’t waste my time on random things.”

This time she stood up from her place and started to pray. Khuzaima just looked at her radiant face.

The morning is fresh and birds have already begun their struggle to find their food. In this scenario, Chashman is found sitting close to Hamid, doing his favourite job as usual.

“Read, with the name of God…”

Hamid’s melodious voice brought a smile to his listeners’ faces. His eyes were closed as he was reciting his holy book with full enthusiasm. His student looked at him with pride and a sense of jealousy that doesn't mean any harm.

He was writing down a translation of some verses as instructed by Hamid.

“Well done! Very soon you will be able to write well.” Hamid looked at his work as he ended the Surah.

Chashman looked at his instructor and nodded. Then, he turned some pages and showed him his previous practice.

Hamid patted his shoulder and looked at the sky. The sky kept changing its color and a new story began to form on the pages.

That flower shop was all the same. The scent was spread everywhere. Mustafa Wajdan looked at the shop through his car’s window.

His view was blurry as if someone had applied a blur effect on it. Past and present seemed to mix up and his heart was anxious. There were voices everywhere and soon they became a noise. He started to feel dizzy. He wanted to fight his brain and clutched it strongly in his hands.

What is a human?! He knew that looking at this shop would revive all the memories he had buried long ago in his heart. But no, he had to come. Just to hurt himself. Why do humans do this to themselves?

The man sitting in the car was now completely unaware of his present when the police siren’s voice dragged him back to the present.