Wanted to be loved (Islamic Story)

50: Humans

Damien was cautionary and gradually strolling on corridors, towards his third lecture,

From the hallway of his on-campus building to the iron wall of lockers, his nerves had violently jerked upon crossing each and every corner,

All day along he had accepted for Alina to pop out of nowhere, his finagle fantasy peeked interest, when all he could hear was obnoxious murmurs about a girl in scraf,

He wasn't aware about the obvious rumour, which was rapidly deepening it's roots, as it's fruit was thickening the air with unpleasant fragrance, he was sure people were talking about Alina,

After her absence of three months and half months, people had stopped discussing her as if some top notch designer in the market

Surely today Alina had graced the college with her presence, otherwise why would everyone would be chattering about her,

Damien entered his class, and for a brief second, every moment stilled, all the pair of eyes followed him, till he was nicely sited in his seat in back row,

Alex was flipping his phone between his fingers, and had his signature blank look, which morphed into full grin, as soon as the dark boy was graced by his friend.

His grin was filled with shine and teeth till it's brim, and it reminded Damien of toddler girls roaming around school's ground, covered in glitter and red, glinting under sun, basking in glee, on valentine.

"Morning princess," he mocked, along with a figmented bow.

"Oh shut up," Alex flipped him off, resuming his pity game of slipping his phone between his fingers

Damien looked ahead, still students in the front row were shamelessly craning their neck for a better view and eyeing him bluntly,

"What?"

A boy with bleached hairs, exchanged a sinister look with a girl sitting next to him, smirking before turning to face Damien, as if they were about to share a grave secret.

"Had fun with your girlfriend, yeah?" The bleched blonde, in a flaunt Russian accents asked,

Damien gueinly doubted, that the boy's inquiries was directed to him,

So, he decided to ignore them, pulling his bag over his desk, they are all unworthy, pushing open the zip, to get --

A thought whispered,

All humans are equal,

Damien couldn't help but huff out in annoyance,

We are all living, breathing humans

Humans

Humans

Humans.

"Whom are you talking about?" Damien tried not to cringe when the boy beamed,

"Oh, you know," his hands rosed in a gesture "she used to talk bull about equality and sacredness,"

Damien's hand fisted his bag, flinging it aside, lips pursed tightly, twitching downward, morphing into a ugly scowl.

"And about Islam, like we are mere fools. Eh? She ain't your girl?" The girl boasted, her smile challenging Damien to speak otherwise,

Damien exactly knew who they were, they had took part in the illustration, standing along with Alina in her campaign,

they were the Muslims who had wore green shirts, bands and headwears, with dreamy smills and droll words, on the last day of announcement,

But at the same day, Damien had found his long lost love and had taken her away, not letting a second thought invade his intention.

"No, not my girl," Damien tried to hide his dismay for them out of his words,

How they could hate their leader by believing the words of their supposed enemy, betraying their own kind.

But afterall it was Damien who had betrayal scar in his heart, running so deep that the pain had blinded him,

"Then another fling, eh?, that tells why she was in your room yesterday,"

White hot anger burned in his veins, his rage steamed off and fogged his senses, and before he knew he was standing up, ready to part bones and flesh,

But Alex pulled him back, resting hands on his shoulders, restricting him, Damien sneered before jerking his hands off,

"Behind closed doors," she giggled, provoking Damien,

It was his life now, in each and every lecture students with broken personalities would keep nudging his nerves, pushing him over the edge,

A visit to the principal, and he was done for the rest of his life,

Once Damien was a bully with fist; now they were the bullies with words.

And they weren't afraid to use it,

"Damien, they are just--" Alex squeezed Damien's fist, sounding as alarmed as the expression on his face,

"I am aware, do you see me barking along with them?"

"Oh, barking? did you hear what he said, we are barking?" The boy was acting snobbish, flipping his hair back,

"Your girl was barking, that's what she was doing, it was almost convincing, you know," the girl was moving toward them,

Alex was furiously typing on his phone, upon seeing the girl, he got up from his chair, tugging Damien along

"Let's get the hell out of here"

"Do you see me doing anything, do you?" Damien was frustrated, not with Alex or the girl who called herself a Muslim, but with himself.

Damien turned to glare at the girl, who was eating up the space between,

The wise thing was to get out of there,

But Damien wanted to see,

See how he had ruined Alina,

And how easily his ruination had forgiven him.

"I had already thought of burning my tattoos, if she would have winned that day, but she ran away with you, then you called the whole thing off! like a king, you are,"

Damien let the hatred toward Alina strike him first, wasn't this what Damien wanted

To have his revenge.

But he had never thought, the broken flecks of the ruin he portrayed, would pierce his own skin.

Soon Veneera was rushing in the scenario, pushing the girl,

"Whom are you going to run off with huh?"

"Back off back off, the loyal dogs are here" They all laughed,

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The ending will be in three parts,

So that I can understand what's going on,

I need a bit of time, to write something better,

I am a bit of confused, if anyone have an opinion about the ending please share it,

-V.A