Good Enough

Max looked at Aliya, slightly concerned and then at Shia who nodded at him as though to comfort him. 

"Wait a minute, Aliya," Shia said, furrowing her brows at her. "You can't just say no without weighing the options." 

"You don't understand, Shia." She said, looking up at her. "When I was sick for the longest time, I fell into a very short comma. I could not feel anything and the entire world finally felt at peace." 

"You were just able to rest after struggling for so long," Shia said. "You will feel better when you could sleep." 

"I could feel myself at ease." She argues back. "Why do we need to keep struggling uselessly? We are not going to gain anything from it." 

"Living. We get to live." Shia said back. "Don't you enjoy being alive, Aliya? Being with your family? Your brother and aunt and uncle? How would they feel without you there?" 

Aliya kept silent as she could not answer her question. 

"No comment."