Life Of Salma Muhammad

<h4> </h4><h4 style="text-align: center;">Page Four: The Song and the Water </h4> Dear Diary,This one feels like a dream more than a memory.I was with my mum in the kitchen. She was cooking like she normally does, moving around without stress. I was just there, leaning on the counter, not really doing anything.Then she started humming, and I joined her without thinking. It wasn’t planned. It just felt natural, like something we had always done without realizing.It turned into a song between us.Song: “Stay Here With Me”Mom:Stay here a little while with meThe world can wait outside the doorYou don’t have to rush to beSomething you’re not ready forMe:I try to stay, I really doBut my thoughts don’t listen to meSometimes I feel I’m passing throughA place I’m not meant to beMom:You were small just yesterdayNow you’re learning how to fallBut even when you drift awayYou can always call my nameMe:I hear you, but I don’t know howTo slow the things inside my mindEverything feels heavy nowLike I’m running out of timeMom:You don’t have to carry it aloneI’m right here, I haven’t movedEven when you feel unknownI still see the you I knewMe:And if I disappear one dayWill you still remember me?Or will I just fade awayLike I was never meant to beMom:No matter where your footsteps goNo matter who you becomeYou will always have a homeIn the place where you are fromBoth:Stay here a little while with meEven when the world feels farYou are still my melodyNo matter where you areAfter we finished singing, things started to feel strange.The kitchen didn’t feel like the kitchen anymore. It was like the edges of everything were softening, losing their shape. I noticed water first around my feet, but I didn’t react immediately. I thought maybe I was imagining it.But it kept rising.Slowly at first, then faster.Until I realized the entire room was filling with water.My mum didn’t seem surprised. She was still standing in the same place, completely calm, looking at me like nothing was wrong. She was smiling, and then she lifted her hand and waved at me.It wasn’t a panic wave. It was gentle. Almost like goodbye, but not sad.I tried to move toward her, but I couldn’t. My body felt light, like I wasn’t fully anchored anymore. I realized I was floating in the water without trying to.She stayed where she was, watching me.Still smiling.And I was drifting away from her, even though I didn’t want to.Then everything stopped.No water. No kitchen. No sound.Just silence.I woke up in my room, staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out if it meant anything or if it was just a dream my brain made up for no reason.I didn’t tell her about it.I don’t think I could explain it properly even if I tried.I went to school that day thinking everything would be normal. I actually remember feeling okay when I left the house. Like maybe it would just be another ordinary day where nothing embarrassing or strange would happen.I even felt confident when I walked into school.For a few minutes, it really was fine. Classes, people, noise. Everything was the usual background of school life.Then it happened.I saw this guy.I don’t even know how to explain it properly without sounding ridiculous, but he was just… attractive. Like the kind of person your brain refuses to process normally for no reason.And my body reacted before my brain could catch up.I felt my stomach twist. My vision went weird. Panic hit me out of nowhere.And then I threw up.Right there.In front of him.And immediately after that, I collapsed. Like actually collapsed. My legs just gave up on me and I hit the ground.Everything after that was blurry.I remember Jennifer.She was the one who rushed to me first. She helped me sit up, asked if I could breathe properly, then called for help. She didn’t even laugh or make it worse, she just looked concerned and kept telling me to stay with her.She stayed with me until they took me to the school clinic.At the clinic, the doctor came in.I was still confused, embarrassed, and trying to pretend I was okay.The doctor barely even looked concerned in the normal way. He just started asking questions that made everything worse.Doctor: “When was your last period?”Me: “What?”Doctor: “Your last menstrual cycle. When was it?”Me: “I don’t… I don’t know. Why are you asking me that?”Doctor: “Are you sexually active?”Me: “Excuse me?”Doctor: “I need to rule out pregnancy. Have you taken a test recently?”Me: “Are you serious right now? I just collapsed in school. You haven’t even checked anything and you’re asking me if I’m pregnant?”Doctor: “It’s a standard question.”Me: “No, it’s not standard. I threw up and fainted, and your first assumption is pregnancy?”Doctor: “We’re covering possibilities.”Me: “Maybe you should start with checking what actually happened to me instead of guessing my entire life.”He finally paused after that. Like he realized I wasn’t going to just sit there and accept it quietly.Jennifer was outside the room the whole time. I could hear her asking if I was okay through the door.The doctor eventually did proper checks after that—blood pressure, temperature, the usual stuff. But by then, I was just exhausted.Not even physically.Just mentally tired of people always jumping to conclusions about me.When I left the clinic, Jennifer walked with me.She didn’t ask too many questions. She just said I should sit out for the rest of the day and try to rest.And for once, I listened.That day kept replaying in my head, though.The collapse. The embarrassment. The questions.And the way everything always seems to spiral around me even when I start the day thinking it won’t.

Life Of Salma Muhammad

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