  &quot;Umit, are you seeing this, what could be down there?&quot; Ismail is as surprised as I am. 
  &quot;I wonder too. But first let s take pictures, it might come in handy later,&quot; I take a step back to take a good picture of the elevator. I also close the door and take a picture of that. You never know what might be useful later.
  &quot;Are you sure you want to do this?&quot; Ismail asks, stepping into the elevator knowing we are taking a big risk.
  &quot;Yes, let s go,&quot; I say, stepping into the elevator. The elevator s door closes, and we press the only button. 
  The elevator takes us deep down. I don t even know if we are still above ground, but I know for sure we went down far before coming to a stop. The elevator door opens, and we step out of the elevator. What is in front of us is something I could have never imagined in my entire life. I walk forward to see if I a

  I can t believe I am in the hospital again, watching as one of the people dearests to me battles for their life. I can t imagine my life without Umit. She is my everything and that s why I wanted her as far away from me as possible, but she won t listen. Her fearless desire to help me could have cost her life. How I wish she did not have that fearlessness in her. But I won t lie, that is one of the things I admire about her. She is the most fearless, courageous woman I have ever met in my life. Her amazing will to help is something I will always love about her. Ya Allah, please save the love of my life.
  I can still remember when I first moved into Aazim and Waheeda s house and found out she was living there. I was annoyed that we would be sharing a roof, but I was also happy because I saw it as an opportunity to tease her more. Teasing Umit was something I always found fun to do. I l

  &quot;How long do you think it is going to be before he comes?&quot; I ask wondering if he is coming at all, because an hour has gone and there is no sign of the man.
  &quot;He should be here any minute according to our observations. He comes here every day by 9:00 p.m. and it's 8:50 p.m.&quot;
  &quot;Alright, but do you know something.&quot;
  &quot;What&quot;
  &quot;I don t even know what he looks like.&quot; 
  &quot;Really?&quot; Ismail asks surprised.
  &quot;Yes, I have never seen his face, only his back.&quot;
  &quot;Oh, that s right. But don t worry when he comes, I will point him out for you.&quot;
  &quot;There won t be any need for that because he is here,&quot; I say, seeing the scary man whose nose I broke, walk in beside a man who looks like his boss.
  &quot;Really, how do you know?&quot; Ismail says and is about to turn his head, but I stop him before we draw attent

&quot;Umit, are you seeing this, what could be down there?&quot; Ismail is as surprised as I am. 
  &quot;I wonder too. But first let s take pictures, it might come in handy later,&quot; I take a step back to take a good picture of the elevator. I also close the door and take a picture of that. You never know what might be useful later.
  &quot;Are you sure you want to do this?&quot; Ismail asks, stepping into the elevator knowing we are taking a big risk.
  &quot;Yes, let s go,&quot; I say, stepping into the elevator. The elevator s door closes, and we press the only button. 
  The elevator takes us deep down. I don t even know if we are still above ground, but I know for sure we went down far before coming to a stop. The elevator door opens, and we step out of the elevator. What is in front of us is something I could have never imagined in my entire life. I walk forward to see if I am really seeing properly because I can t believe this.
  &quot;Ismail are you seeing what I am se

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