'Ya Rabb, please hide me. I promise! I promise, I will never watch haram graphics again! I will delete everything haram, I'll block those sites, I'll start praying! I will fast every Monday and Thursday! Just please, please blind them to this freezer!'
outside the freezer.
Tamagi-san lowered his walkie-talkie and sighed.
"Find him?"
"Tachibaya-boy, we're not paid enough. We're law enforcers, not heroes. They said someone threatened to eat people, but there's no damage and the foreign kid looked mentally unstable. No casualties, no quirks involved. No danger. Why waste effort?"
"Huh?" The younger man hesitated, then stared at the mountains of junk and suddenly felt as lazy as a sloth. "You're right, Tamagi-san… it's pointless. Let's go back. I haven't even eaten breakfast."
Tamagi-san nodded in satisfaction, the young man was also good at being resourceful like him.
Tamagi-san then activated the walkie talkie and reported : "Sector C, eastern shore clear, No trace of the target."
Breakfast on me," he added.
"Oh? You sure? I eat a lot, Tamagi-san."
"Heh. Want to compete? Loser pays the bill."
"Bring it! I'll win!"
Their laughter faded as their footsteps retreated.
Up the stairs.
To the car.
Doors slammed.
The engine roared.
The siren flared, then faded, disappearing into the distance.
Adam lay in the darkness. Silent. Still. Waiting.
Five minutes passed. Then ten. The silence was absolute.
'Safe!!! Alhamdulillah!!!(thanks god!!!) i'm safe!!!'
He was safe. The dua worked!
Adam didn't cheer. He just started... to cry.
The tears weren't relief. They were thick, hot, and humiliating. They stained the sand on his cheeks and ran down his neck, mixing with the fish-smelling condensation of the freezer.
He was alone. In a fridge. In a hostile, alien Japanese country.
"Mama..."
The word ripped out of his throat, a tiny, broken sound.
Her face appeared in his mind, tired, stressed, but always a light in her eyes when she looked at him. He saw his two sisters: the eldest forced to become an adult too early, And the youngest, just a little girl who still thought Adam was a cool older brother, even though he was a total waste of space.
'Dad...I'm sorry...'
It had only been a few months since the funeral.
"Adam," his father's voice, rough but kind, echoed in his mind.
"You are the man of the house now. Look after your mother. Take care of your sisters. Be strong."
And what had Adam done?
"I'm sorry, Dad. I'm so sorry! I'm useless! I'm nothing!" he sobbed, clutching his chest as if his heart were tearing itself apart.
He wasn't the man of the house. He was the extra of the house.
He spent his days glued to the screen, escaping reality with Naruto, One Piece, and those sinful, Haram graphics to vent the frustration of losing his father, of not being a true man as his father wished, and instead being a burden.
"I'm a disappointment! To Mama! To my sisters, To you, Dad! To the whole world! and most importantly, To My creator!
"I don't deserve to be alive!"
He curled into a ball, his breathing hitching with every confession. The guilt was a physical thing, a crushing weight heavier than the junk outside. His faith, his spiritual ambition, it all felt like a childish lie against the reality of his overflowing, filthy desires.
He was a hypocrite. A sinner. A failure. He had forgotten God in times of ease, and now begged Him in desperation. He deserved to be forgotten. yet he wasn't, Protected. Spared.
"I don't deserve your mercy my god...I don't deserve it...I'm such a failure..."
But then, out of the blackness, a whisper of a thought, not a sound, not a voice, but a wave of profound, a warmth bloomed inside him. It was a thought so strong, so clear, it seemed to override the static of his self-loathing.
"O My servants who have transgressed against themselves [by sinning]—do not despair of the mercy of Allah: for Allah forgives all sins: for He is Oft-Forgiving, Most Merciful."
Adam lost control of his tears, He cried harder. Not in sorrow, but in a torrent of overwhelming, undeserved grace.
"Astaghfirullah. Astaghfirullah. Astaghfirullah!"(I seek forgiveness from God.)
He kept repenting, seeking forgiveness, all his sins, all his negligence, flashed before him, he regrated doing what he did, he regrated it deeply and felt ashamed to the degree of despising himself.
Instead of seeking god for strength, and blessings for his family.
he had drowned himself in distractions.
That…
that was true failure.
His chest felt like it was tearing open, releasing the accumulated toxic guilt
He raised his hands in the darkness.
"Ya Rabb!" he whispered, the sound thick with snot and tears. "You are the one who said, and what You say is the truth: 'Is He not the One who answers the distressed when they call upon Him and removes evil?'
"Ya Allah… I don't know how I got here! I don't know what's happening! I'm clueless! I'm weak! I have nothing to rely on except You!"
"I know! I know in the times of ease I was immersed in life, immersed in watching anime, playing games, and even… sinning and disobeying You! I deserve punishment! I deserve to be forgotten by You in the time of hardship, just like how I forgot You, my Lord, in the time of ease! But I know!"
His voice broke, then solidified with a desperate, pure-hearted conviction.
"I know You are the Most Benevolent, the Most Merciful! Your Mercy is before Your Anger! So please, my Lord, Ya Rabb, give me another chance! Guide me, and give me strength, and guidance! Not for me! But for my mother and sisters! I can't worry them anymore! They can't withstand the blow of my disappearance! I promise You! I will do my best to stop sinning! I'll do good deeds! I'll become a better believer!"
The plea was finished. He poured everything out, months of grief, guilt, fear from the day his father died, in the metallic freezer.
And when his voice finally ran dry, his body collapsed.
Adam fell asleep, like a baby.
peacefully, purely.
Unseen, unknown to the world.
And little did anyone know.
that in a filthy, forgotten freezer,
the greatest hero this world would ever witness
was just born.
Quietly.
Shamefully.
Beautifully.
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BROTHERS AND SISTERS...I'M BACK.
This is the first novel I've written in 2 or 3 years, and this time, inshaaAllah, it will be different. I've changed, spiritually and mentally.
though physically and financially, I remain the same. But my writing now reflects this spiritual growth, and I hope you'll see it through Adam, a character very much like me: full of flaws, prone to mistakes, undeniably human, but learning, repenting, and growing stronger, both physically and spiritually.
Honestly, this fanfic began as my entry for the very first Fanfic Fiesta contest on this platform. I won't lie—I'm eyeing that $800 prize. The competition is tough, and my chances aren't guaranteed. But I'm using that as motivation: to write, to push myself, to publish. Whether I win or not, this journey will still be worth it.
I can't promise perfectly consistent updates, but I can promise that I'll put my heart into every chapter. Your support—through power stones, collections, comments, reviews—means the world.
So, see you in the next batch of chapters!
In the upcoming chapter, Adam will discover his "cheat" and embark on his survival journey. How will he solve his identity crisis? Find shelter? Gain entry to UA High School? The answers will unfold in the chapters ahead.