Fabricated Conspiracy vs Reality - Part 2 - How it started.

#JusticeForFarooqAli 

It was an evening in March 2022. I was sitting down watching TV with my partner after eating an enjoyable meal she cooked for both of us.

Suddenly, the phone rings, it's not who I expected. I reluctantly picked up the phone, hoping I didn't have to hear more drivel from a hypocrite.

Someone was using his phone, a parents voice. Her voice faltering she squeaked a few words, Farooq is ill I'm going to Pakistan. Less than a minutes conversation resulted in knowing that they'd be going in less than 2 hours. 

I was shocked. (I realised after that I wasn't set to be called or told at all but only for the good nature and heart of one of her friends that had persuaded her to call). It didn't bother me, I'd been shocked already when they didn't call me when my parent had a heart attack. Caring about the life of someone else was funny to them. 

Our relationship was doomed when my marriage was agreed/fixed with another. The backward tradition. When I declined, sourness took over her soul. I wasn't ready for it. 

I pray that they see the light or they be guided by Allah SWT.

When I got there, the house was half jam packed. I went and gave her a reassuring hug. From the conversation on the men's side, they were talking about death not illness. I was confused. 

They said the Hotel he was staying at had checked him and he wasn't responding. I got that sinking feeling in my stomach. I listened intently. Our cousins were on their way to the hotel. The Ogli was on the way to the airport from Northern Ireland. And the Panda 🐼 was already there from a residence in Whitby. (more on that later) 

As I went home that day, I was consoled by my partner. She always knew what to say.

As the hours went past I was sent a text message from a 🙊 asking me to call.

The call was short with "Have you heard, Yusuf, Have you heard, have you heard, I can't believe it have you heard". When I asked for them to elaborate. The sound of the 🙊 screeches led me to believe she was intoxicated again. Something I didn't approve of but only God can judge. 

Long story short - Farooq had indeed passed away in his hotel room and it was known at the time I went to the family home. I was on the presumption that he was ill as had been told to me. An argument was initiated claiming I should have known. When asked how - there was no answer.

The conversation ended with the 🙊 claiming never to talk to me ever again. However, 3 days later contact was made again by the 🙊. (more on that later).