Disclaimer: These are random musing of my brain on MaHer's future life. Some are drabbles and some are closer to an OS. So I far I've written about 6 so I'll post them when I can.
Tranche de Vie: Comfort
I threw my bag the moment I entered the room; and crashedface first into my pillow. I took a deep breath in and closed my eyes. Nosooner had I closed my eyes; I could feel his presence at the door.
“Mahid”, I called for him in my tired state as I stretchedmy hand out for his.
I could hear the door close and lock latch. I was engulfed inhis warm embrace seconds later. His arms wrapped around me; his hands restingaround my waist. I could feel myself relax as I leaned my body close to his.
“The kids…”, I mumbled.
I didn’t need to say anything else as his gentle squeeze ofmy hand was answer enough. A mass casualty event affects everyone in thecommunity not just the hospitals. As Mufti, I know he had been knee-deep in itas me rallying the community for the blood drive along with setting up food andshelter for those working the incident and the families affected.
The warmth of him is enough to wash away the horrors of theoutside world.
He is my comfort, my home, MY Mahid.
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