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The Daily News

Dead body found

The police department has found another corpse hidden near the dumpsters at approximately yesterday 4:30PM. We have difficulties finding this person's identity, the only clue we do know is the persons gender. The person that has passed away is a female. However, we have discovered it's been recently killed. This corpse has been located at Daloron- the sheriff has stated for everyone to stay calm even throughout this unfortunate event.

No Witness Case

No witnesses were found, they've asked: neighbours, people without housing and other people nearby. I am afraid the only witness was the murderer. On the other hand, the cops haven’t got all the information. Hopefully, our sheriff can detect the murderer in a few short weeks if not days.

A dead body found in Daloron. My mind went blank, not knowing what to think. My thoughts were a white blank page. Having fun and spending the Winter break with my friend is how I imagined these days to run. Now, my only option and duty is to give my full attention to this restless continuous case.

Sleeping. A huge problem of mine. Not that I sleep too much, it's that I sleep too less. Insomnia. It keeps me up and leaves me to drown in endless thoughts. It's 4 am in the morning. What am I doing up? This is the exact question I ask myself every night. Tossing and turning as if it will make a difference. Ugh. Screw this. Standing up, I make my way to the restroom. I wash my face while looking in the mirror disgusted with what I see. A mess...

I slowly arise and awake. My eyes surprised with the sudden sunlight spewing out the window. A loud sound is blasted in my eardrums. I find myself answering my other telephone...RING. Hesitating, I slowly picked up the phone. Strange. It was on No Caller ID. I hoped it was not the police department; I couldn't deal with their crap at this moment. I let out a great breath. There was no need to stress, it's only my loyal but quite annoying friend, Derek. He had just informed me that the other detectives and cops had gotten frustrated and quit their jobs.What the hell?

It was too much. Everything was too much. Life, work, the pressure. No one understands me, I'm alone. In every crowded room, I'm alone. I'll die alone. I just want someone to understand me and want to know me. Not for their own use for m because of their genuine interest in me.

Chapter 1

1 month. Just 1 month was my deadline. I didn’t have the brains or the time for this but, I did not have a choice, it was now or lose my job. Opening my closet, I was stuck on what to wear. Barely any clothes being clean. When was the last time I did my laundry? I decided to dress in all black, suit and tie; It was like I was attending my own funeral and I kinda was if I didn't solve this case. I was ready for work. Late, I was really late. I quickly walked towards my door. WAIT. I nearly forgot my car keys. Grabbing them, I swiftly unlocked the door. A sudden gust of cold wind came in my direction. The weather was not in my favor today. Walking towards my car, I was shivering since it was freezing outside. My car was smothered with frost.

While driving really slow with RnB (my favourite genre) music playing in the background, various thoughts run laps in my complex mind. What if I can't solve this case? What if I quit this job? Shutting my eyes I envisioned a world with a book with my name written all over it. An author. My dream...a sense of satisfaction took control, I smiled a true smile. Which I haven't done in quite a while...

Suddenly, individuals holding cameras which harmed my eyesight - questioning me with questions I don't have answers to. "How do you feel about this murderer? what will the police department do about this? Is the whole town in danger?" They put a microphone to my mouth, standing there waiting for me to answer all the questions eagerly. A pause. A long loud silence. I didn't know what to say, speechless. Anger in which I already contained took authority. I uttered something I shouldn't have; “Just shut up and leave” Immediately, I regretted saying that. Trust me if I knew the answers to all those questions I would tell you. Unfortunately, I don't.

Surprised facial expressions displayed on their faces like I just admitted I was the murderer or something.

They all put down their cameras and ran away one after another. Like I didn't have a care in the world; I just kept on driving in my car, trying to reach my destination.

I made it here. I got out of my cheap and old car at once. Layers of snow on the ground that they aren't bothered to clean. I hate my job. This is what made me depressed.

Arriving at the police department, the confidence I once had crumbled down to pieces. However, this was no time for my low self-esteem. Forcing myself to make an entrance, my heart dropped to my stomach. I despised this feeling. It made me feel like absolute rubbish. While I was approaching the room clearly labeled the interrogation room, I felt the urge to turn back and escape. This was my reality.

Outside of the interrogation room, a long line of suspects awaited; they all were waiting to see me. For every set of eyes, I felt a shiver down my spine. Whispers being thrown across the hallways, making me feel like an outcast. Something catches my eye at the end of line. A short arab hijabi women. This confused me very much. At the front of the line we got people with the tattoos and look rather intimidating and now we see a harmless hijabi. She looked worried and upset. I wanted to walk over to her but she walked over to me first.

"umm sir I don't think I'm meant to be here?" She said sounding like she is on the verge of tears.

"Don't worry, we'll fix this issue. Who brung you in here?" I questioned her.

"I think his name was Joseph or something." When I heard that from her I gasped mentally. Then it all clicked..

Joseph is a misogynistic racist asshole. I'm not surprised he brought in a random hijabi as a suspect. He thinks all muslims are terrorists and extremists. How come he isn't fired yet?

"I think he made a mistake bringing you here. I sincerely apologise on his behalf, you can go home now" I say looking down at her short self.

She's wearing a bright blue jumper, a matching blue headscarf and jeans. Her fashion sense is not bad at all and she seems nice.

"OMG OMG thank God. Oh and, thank you...very much" she smiles continuously I chuckle at her, she's cute.

"Hey, do you want a ride home?" I ask hoping she said yes, another moment with her wouldn't seem so bad.

"I would love to but... my mum's waiting outside, sorry"

"Well can I walk you to the door?"

"sure" she smiles with her blinding white teeth and her dimples are adorable.

I walked beside her. Suddenly, my life view changed in a matter of seconds. Love. All I need is love. There was a connection. And I just know she felt it too. I got too distracted with her beauty I bumped into the glass door of the exit. My head hurts like hell but at least I made her laugh.

She speaks between her little laughs, "are you okay?"

"I think so, yeah" I say smiling down at her.

I open the door for her and I see her mum standing there with grocery bags. She looked relief to see her daughter out of the police station.

"Jamila... what happened?!" She asked desperate for an answer.

"Sorry, it was a honest mistake, something like this will never happen again"

"And who are you?" she says looking me up and down, judging me.

"Mama!" She says interrupting her

"It's okay. I'm hassan, nice to meet you"

"Hello hassan, where are you from?" She asks as if I'm preparing to take her daughters hand in marriage

"I'm from Albania"

"Hmmm.. Are you muslim?"

"No but I grew up with a lot of muslims and I'm thinking about converting" I say hoping she approves, this whole thing feels like an interview.

Jamila seems shocked, like she didn't expect this. "If you want, I could totally help you out"

"Yeah sur-"

I got interrupted by her mother, "Okay hassan, you seem nice, but we have to go now"

She drags Jamilas arm away. I wish I asked for her number, I'm so stupid. They walk away when I see Jamila mouthing to be "Goodbye Hassan..." God, I love her already. The name jamila means beautiful and it described her perfectly. Her inside and outside were both beautiful. However, I'd be lucky to get in her insides haha. Wait what I'm I saying?

2 years later

Nowhere. She was nowhere to be found. Sometimes I think I just fantasized about her and she's just my imagination. But no, she was real, very real in fact. Everywhere. I looked everywhere. I worked in that police station hoping she would walk in the door. I converted to Islam just for her. I obviously found out more about the religion and have immense respect for it, even more when I met Jamila. I even went to mosques wishing and praying she would appear, but no, I was wrong. Well guess what? 1 year ago she posted her engagement ring, a diamond ring. Even heartbreak couldn't describe what I felt. I guess Allah gave me an answer. Not the answer that I wanted, but the answer that I needed.

2 months later

It was late and my milk had finished. I just put on my thobe and left my apartment to go to the grocery shop near. I walked in and my soul left my body. Jamila... She was one of the employees there, since when did this happen? I was fighting the urge to walk out when she called my name.

"Hassan! That's your name right?" she says looking at me with that smile

"..yeah"

"OMG did you convert to Islam?"

"yeah I did" I say in a low tone when I noticed something strange.

"Masha'allah. I'm so happy for you" she smiled but I could tell it wasn't real

"Same goes for you, heard you got married" she immediately looked to the ground when I said this, her eyes full with tears.

"Actually, we got divorced..." still smiling while her cheeks are wet with her own tears. I wanted to hug her so bad, Oh jamila...

"Oh I didn't know that, I'm so sorry"

"I don't why I'm crying it happened a year ago" she tells me as she's wiping her own tears.

She still looks pretty even when she's crying. "A year ago? How did it happen if you don't mind me asking."

"he..he cheated on me" she told me that while I stood there in shock. Why would anyone cheat on a girl like this?

"I wouldn't cheat on you" WAIT... I didn't mean to say that. Somehow, a sly smirk appears on my face.

1 year later

Alhamdulilah. After that it all escalated. We started talking everyday and face timing and now we are married. I love this woman. Everything about her wallah she changed my world. Before, I was depressed, lonely suicidal and now I've been the happiest and most successful. Before, I was at a dead end in life. But now this woman is my dead end. I can't escape, she's always on my mind. Jamila firdaus is my dead end.