Chapter 66

———————Malaysia, Kuala Lumpur.

————————————Edwards Residence, two days later.

Mama Aleeyah

I couldn't believe my daughter was going through the same pain and agony like I did years ago. All I wanted was to see my children happy and have the best in this life no matter what. But here Fauziyyah was, crying and locking herself up for days. She wasn't eating properly and she wasn't talking to anyone.

I knew she was feeling horrible for not being able to save her daughter. That was exactly what I felt. I felt like I had no reason to move on until I realized I was actually being a bad mother to Farouk.

Two days had passed from the dreadful incident where Najmah was lost. To watch your daughter get burnt right in front of your was enough to make you go completely insane. The pain of not being there for her, the pain of not being able to help her out was definitely going to kill your soul.

It hurt to lose my first grand child but it definitely hurt the mother more. I didn't even get an opportunity to talk her, mother to daughter alone. She came back from the incident two days ago and locked herself up in Najmah's room, she hasn't come out since.

Milton was taking of the workers that were hurt and some of those that died. Luckily, there were lots of survivors and just a few passed away, including my granddaughter. Bodies were recovered and some that couldn't be found were declared burnt to ashes.

Najmah's body wasn't found.

We didn't even get to give our grand child a normal Janazzah. Faryah was more than pained and she definitely needed all her family by her side. Even Khalifa delayed going back to Dubai for Faryah's sake. Khalid was informed about his daughters death and I could imagine how devastated he was. Everyone was but his was more pitiful. He didn't get enough time with his daughter and now she was gone.

For good.

People kept on coming in to greet us, most especially Faryah but none of them saw her. Not even a glance. The police gave us information saying bombs were planted in the organization. Three bombs to be precise. Three bombs were enough to bring Georgia motors down. The hard work of many civilians all gone to waste just like that. The police looked for Cctv footage around the area and they managed to get something. It wasn't enough but it was a start to ascertain justice for Najmah.

The person in the Cctv footage was being located by the police and hopefully if he was found, he was going to be our link to the person causing us all this pain.

" Faryah hasn't come out yet?" My Habibi asked as he walked to where I sat in the garden. " Yeah, she hasn't yet"

" I honestly feel so bad"

" yeah, she's going through the same pain we felt when we lost her years ago" I answered as he sat beside me on the bench. " Yeah, I miss Najmah so much"

" Well all do Habibi" I answered as I rested my head on his shoulder. We were eventually going to move on from this.

Faryah

I held the burnt teddy I rescued from the fire as I looked around my baby's room. Wallahi It still felt like she wasn't dead. Anytime I closed my eyes, I saw her right there, smiling and giggling at me like she always did. Opening my eyes just made my heart shatter over and over and over again. I've spent two days grieving for my daughter, avoiding contact from anyone.

I knew staying alone, locked up wasn't the best idea but I just wanted to be away from everyone.

I didn't want to talk to anyone or see anyone.

I haven't even taken my bath or taken care of myself in two days now.

I wasn't supposed to be like this. I was supposed to be patient because Allah's plan is always the best.

It was her time to leave and I couldn't question Allah's actions. It was what was best for us. I was going to be bear my loss with patience. I had to accept the decree of Allah.

Allah was bound to test us with fear and loss of our loved ones.

Truly, to Allah we belong and to him we shall return. Najmah has returned to her creator and there was nothing I could do about it other than pray.

Allah was definitely going to compensate with something better.

I couldn't judge him.

But one thing was for sure. I was definitely going to make sure the person that planted those bombs pay for all the lives that were lost.

I was going to seek justice for my child and the babies we lost in the explosion. I couldn't even properly bury my daughter. Her body wasn't found and they said it probably burnt down to ashes. I couldn't give her a traditional Janazzah.

They were going to pay dearly In Sha'a Allah.

I got up from where I buried myself in her comfy and squeaky toys and looked around her room one last time. I was going to miss her.

A lot.

But yes, Allah knows best. I needed to focus on getting my daughter the justice she deserved. Crying and wailing because of her demise wasn't going to solve anything.

I needed to get up on my feet and find that Korean lady, put her behind bars and move on with my life.

I walked out of Najmah's room after taking a closer look at it again. I was going to have to clear her room if I really wanted to move on. It hurt a lot honestly but there was really nothing I could do.

Nothing.

I walked slowly back to my room and closed the door quietly. I didn't want to alert anyone that I was out of my seclusion.

I haven't seen a shower in two days. I was a mess. My phone was right there on my bed. I picked it up and the screen was flooded with messages telling me to take heart. If only they knew how hard it was.

There were missed calls from a lot of people and voice mails, most of them were from Khalid. He didn't even get enough time to spend with his daughter. He must hate himself right now.

I was going to check up on him but I needed to take my bath and be clean. I needed to pray Asr also. It was almost 4:00pm.

I took my bath slowly as I let all the tears that were piling up in my eyes gush out with ease. I wish I kept her safer than I did. If only I did that everything would have been okay but Allah knew best. I couldn't blame myself for anything.

I dried my hair and moisturized my skin and got dressed. I wore sweatpants and a big hoodie. The surrounding was cool, it was going to rain. I wore my socks and wore a cap to cover my hair and made my Salatul Asr. I poured my heart out to Allah in my sujood and I prayed for my daughter and those that lost their lives in the explosion. I recited some pages of the Holy Qur'an after praying and I picked my phone to call Khalid up.

He answered the phone immediately after the first beep. " Faryah" his voice sounded shaky. " How're you Khalid?"

" I should honestly be asking you that, how're you Faryah?"

" well I'm okay" that was a lie. A horrible lie. " You know you're not, we're all not okay, you don't need to hide your emotions Faryah"

" I know, yeah it hurts a lot but you see wailing and mourning for long won't bring her back"

" yeah, but crying the pain out always helps "

" well you always end up with a blasting headache so it actually doesn't really help" I answered and laughed a bit. I heard him laugh also. " I'm always going to admire how strong you are Faryah, our daughter is in a better place now"

" Yeah she is"

" we're going to seek justice for her Faryah"

" In Sha'a Allah, I'm definitely not going to let my daughter's murderer move around freely, I mean this is just out of revenge, she could have easily killed me. Najmah was innocent, my daughter was innocent, she didn't deserve to die like that, we didn't even get to give her a proper burial" I poured my heart out and broke down in tears again. " I watched her perish in the fire and I couldn't do anything about it Khalid. I couldn't save our daughter"

" it's her time Faryah, you can't blame yourself for this"

" I'm not blaming myself Khalid, I just wish I would've kept her safer than I did"

" You did your best Faryah and Najmah knows that. Everyone knows that" He was right. " Yeah"

" I promise you Faryah, I won't stop until miss Hae Soo is caught and brought to justice"

" Me as well, I'm going to make sure of that too. Our daughters death won't go unjustified"

" That's the spirit Faryah" He cheered and I smiled a bit. I felt a bit better after talking to Khalid. She was our daughter after all. " I'm sorry you couldn't spend enough time with her"

" that's my fault. I tried to make amends but I guess, I wasn't meant to shower Najmah with all my love and care"

" you did you very best"

" Yes, all because you gave me an opportunity. I'm forever going to be grateful to you Faryah"

" Me too Khalid" I replied and took a deep breath. Najmah needed all our prayers. Prayers is what she needed and not tears.

Khalifa

" Good evening Mama Aleeyah, Papa Milton" I greeted as Nanny Aisha walked me to the garden behind the main house. " Khalifa welcome, how're you?, do you want something to drink? "Papa Milton asked I sat on a bench in front of where the couple sat. They were getting old and they were still very much in love. It was what I wanted I and Faryah to have. I really hoped we could get it. " I'm doing fine papa Milton and don't worry I'm good" I answered. " Faryah hasn't come out?" I added and watched the both of them.

She was broken. I mean who wouldn't be. Even I was still hurting from Najmah's loss not to talk of Faryah. But staying alone for two days, locked up wasn't going to solve anything. It was going to be hard for her to move on. Anyone would go crazy by seeing their child pass away in an explosion. I saw Najmah's tiny burnt hand like Faryah. I had to control my tears at the instant for Faryah. I needed to be strong for her. We all needed to be strong for her and show her our support. That was what she needed.

I had a happy family planned out with Faryah and Najmah. I was going to treat her like my own child, like I always did. I was going to care for her and mother and love them with my everything. But she was gone now. She was never going to come back. We were never going to see her smile or laugh and I wasn't going to communicate with her in her baby language anymore.

Losing all these hurt me a great deal but we all needed to be strong because Faryah needed it and Allah was with the patient. Something good was definitely going to come out of Najmah's demise.

My family back in Nigeria were still grieving from the news, most especially my mother.

" Has she eaten today?" I asked Mama Aleeyah." Aisha served her but we don't know if she ate or not" She answered as she rested her head on her husband's shoulder. I looked towards the back door cause I saw some slow movements around it. I watched as Faryah sluggishly walked out of the back door and onto the bear grass looking so pale. " Faryah" I called as I got up from where I sat and rushed to her. Her heart was torn apart by her loss and her face mirrored her inner pain.

I felt horrible seeing her this way. " Are you okay?" I asked and she nodded as Mama Aleeyah came to my side. " Sweetheart" Mama Aleeyah called as she pulled Faryah into a hug. " Ummah" I could feel her choke with sorrow as she called her mother. "Come and sit with us, do you want something to drink?"

" No Ummah I'm okay" She answered as she sat beside mama Aleeyah. " Sure honey?"

" Yes Ummah" She answered with a smile. " How're you Faryah?" Papa Milton asked. " I'm okay Abbah" She was so strong. I always admired her for that.

" Faryah, I've managed to compensate your workers, those that lost their lives as well, everything is okay now" Papa Milton said and Faryah looked closely at him. " Babies were lost in that fire, not only Najmah. I'm going to make sure that Korean woman pays"

" She is going to pay In Sha'a Allah" Mama Aleeyah said and rubbed her shoulders.

" we got a cctv footage that could help us" Mama Aleeyah added and we all watched Faryah's face brighten up. " Really Ummah, can I see it?"

" it's with the police, you can see it" She answered. " They're also questioning some of your workers to know if they saw anything suspicious" Papa Milton added. " okay good. I should also check up on them" Faryah added with a small smile. " Thank you all soooo much for being here for me, Najmah's loss definitely left a horrible pain behind of course, but it's best if we just focus on seeking justice for her and not crying or mourning for a long time, everything will be fine In Sha'a Allah" Her words, so pure and heartfelt. She was an amazing soul. " Yes my love, everything will be fine In Sha'a Allah" Her mother answered as she and Papa Milton gave her a warm hug.

" I love you all so much" They were so so cute.

" Let's get some snacks Habibi" Mama Aleeyah said to her husband. " Alright" he answered and they both got up to leave. " we'll be back soon"

" Okay Ummah" Faryah answered as we watched them walk away. " Hey" She called as she flaunted her perfect white teeth at me. " Everything will be okay, alright?" I answered as I looked closer at her. " Sure, but it's hard to hide the pain you know" aww.

" of course it is, the pain of watching your daughter pass away without doing anything is definitely going to be hard to hide"

" You saw her too right?" She asked and I nodded. " I wanted to make sure I was right, something keeps telling me that she's not gone, that my daughter is still alive"

" You saw her Faryah"

" Yeah, what if she wasn't really Najmah?"

" she was holding the teddy Faryah" I answered and heard her sigh. " I was looking for a slight clue that could make me stop having doubts and conclude on one thing"

" It's normal, you just miss her" I watched her nod and sigh again.

" Thank you very much Khalifa, I wouldn't have made it out of the fire if it wasn't for you"

" I'm always going to be here for you, because I love you so much" Yeah. " I'm lucky to have you around Khalifa" She answered with a wide smile. I was more than happy she could smile like this even after her daughter's demise. " When are you going back to Dubai?"

" When I'm sure you're okay and safe, I don't want anything bad to happen to you, I wonder what that woman's next plan is" Every single day, I was creeped out. I had to sleep with the thought of losing Faryah at any moment. " She's going to try and attack my family and loved ones, that's definitely her next move. She's going to take every single person that loves me away from me, that's definitely her plan. We really need to stop her before things get out of hand" She made a lot of sense. " Yeah you're right"

" You need to go back to Dubai, you'll be safer there"

" Isn't it better if we all stick together?" That was a better solution for me. " I honestly don't know, but I want you to be safe Khalifa, if anything bad happens to you or to anyone of my family members, I won't be able to take, for all I know she can wipe out each and every one of you before she comes to me. Do you think I can take that?" She was scared. " Faryah, there's no reason to be scared, Allah is with us"

" yes he is but we have to play our part as well and protect ourselves"

" so what do you want to do now?"

" Gather every single information that could lead to the capture of that woman and try to stop her"

" that's everyone's goal"

" Yeah" she was frustrated. But I understood. She was eager. She wanted to ensure the safety of her loved ones. " You're definitely going to get Justice for Najmah and for all those kids that were lost In Sha'a Allah. Even if it isn't in this dunya, we have Akhira Faryah, you should be thankful that Shaytan didn't poison your mind into seeking revenge"

" Yes"

" Allah is watching us Faryah, he'll always be here for all of us, his punishment is always going to be the best" I replied and heard her sigh. " Thank you very much Khalifa"

" Anything for you Faryah"