how far will she go to reclaim her life? Even the devil was once an angel, and sometimes salvation comes from the darkest places. A haunting journey of loss, resilience, and the ultimate price of redemption.
View More"Freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor; it must be demanded by the oppressed." — Martin Luther King Jr.Chapter 59“Zeynep!” Yusuf called out, making everyone look in my direction.I suddenly felt like a deer caught in the headlights.“W…welcome,” I managed to stutter. “I…I hope you had a pleasant journey.”“What does a local village girl like you know about a ‘pleasant journey’? Have you ever seen a plane before?” Kamir retorted.Thankfully, the sound of the minister's Mercedes driving in distracted everyone. Taking advantage of the distraction, I quietly made my way back upstairs. The last thing I wanted was to face Yusuf, my first crush, especially not after living as not only his father’s ‘wife’ for the last two decades but, even worse, his brother’s concubine.I was so different from the pure and innocent girl he knew, I wasn’t even the same person. But even greater than any shame I felt was an intense fear. The last time I ha
Chapter 58"The past is never where you think you left it." — Katherine Anne PorterA soft tap on my door interrupted my thoughts. I was surprised when Catherine peeped into the room. I hadn’t seen her since the day of my botched escape.“Catherine, it's been a while, how are you?”“Zeynep, please don’t be angry with me,” she said, sitting on my bed. “I shouldn’t have left you like that that day. I should have stayed back to help you. I was so distressed about what happened that I wept all the way to new york.”I smiled. “What kind of help would you have given me? Those gangsters would have just flung you to one side.”But she didn’t even smile. “I heard about what Ibrahim did to you. I heard you almost died.”“Well, I didn’t die,” I answered with a flippant shrug. “What about you? What brings you back to Boston? Your boyfriend finally released you? Or has his wife found out about you?”She laughed, not taking any offence. “He’s there. He got
Chapter 58"The past is never where you think you left it." — Katherine Anne PorterA soft tap on my door interrupted my thoughts. I was surprised when Catherine peeped into the room. I hadn’t seen her since the day of my botched escape.“Catherine, it's been a while, how are you?”“Zeynep, please don’t be angry with me,” she said, sitting on my bed. “I shouldn’t have left you like that that day. I should have stayed back to help you. I was so distressed about what happened that I wept all the way to new york.”I smiled. “What kind of help would you have given me? Those gangsters would have just flung you to one side.”But she didn’t even smile. “I heard about what Ibrahim did to you. I heard you almost died.”“Well, I didn’t die,” I answered with a flippant shrug. “What about you? What brings you back to Boston? Your boyfriend finally released you? Or has his wife found out about you?”She laughed, not taking any offence. “He’s there. He got
“sometimes love means letting go—not because you want to, but because holding on would destroy you both." Unknown Chapter 57By noon, the story was everywhere. Everyone was talking about the vandalization of the young doctor’s hospital and the destruction of the legacy of the older Dr. Waverson. Sitting in the dining room having my lunch, I listened as the domestic staff talked about it, and it took everything in me not to yell out in anger and frustration. How could one family, one man, hold an entire city to ransom? But I couldn’t react, more for Jacobi’s benefit than my own. I was all cried out from the morning anyway. My heart and spirit were broken.And so I just sat there, like a statue, as they talked.“Zeynep, you’re not eating your food,” madam remarked, taking a seat next to me at the table.I looked at her, surprised.Madam Maria has vowed never to sit at the table, after what happened the last time, not even when she was
chapter 56"And when My servants ask you concerning Me, indeed I am near. I respond to the call of the supplicant when he calls upon Me." — Surah Al-Baqarah (2:186)I sat up in bed all night, frantically dialing his number, but to no avail. As soon as dawn broke, I wore my shoes and started making my way to the back gate, determined to jump the fence if I had to. Nothing and nobody was going to keep me from finding Jacobi, from seeing with my own two eyes that he was fine.As I approached the gate, the little phone finally rang. I almost fainted from relief when I saw Your Love flash on the screen.“Jacobi? What happened? I’ve been calling you all night!” I shrieked.“My angel, I’m really sorry,” he apologized. “You won’t believe what happened. I got back from Atlanta to find that some hoodlums had completely trashed the hospital.”I stopped dead in my tracks. “Trashed?”“Dear, the place is a mess,” he continued. “They destroyed everything; furniture, equipme
The only thing more unthinkable than leaving was staying; the only thing more impossible than staying was leaving." — Elizabeth GilbertChapter 55I woke up the following day with more purpose than I’d had in all the years I’d been in Boston. I was finally leaving. I wasn’t running away blindly to Mississippi, or leaving for a life of uncertainty in india. The man of my dreams, the true love of my life, was taking me far, far away from all my troubles, to start a whole new life. I still had no idea what he planned to do with the life he had started for himself in Boston, most especially as it concerned his father’s hospital, but I was confident that whatever he was planning was the very best option there could be for us. And that gave me all the confidence I needed.Speaking with him early that morning, we decided it would be best for me to use the desolate back gate as my escape route that night, especially as I was now confined to the compound.
He swore to save me, arms stretched wide,But shadows called, and love must hide.If night should claim me, don’t forget—I loved you once. I still love you yet. unknown Chapter 54As he walked past me, it was a struggle to maintain my composure. I knew that the clock had already started ticking for Jacobi and me.Ibrahim might have bought my excuse, but he was going to keep a keen eye on us.Whatever Jacobi was planning had to happen very, very quickly.Getting back to my bedroom, all memories of the encounter with Ibrahim were discarded as I lay on my bed, listening to Whitney Houston on my new phone. I shut my eyes, a content smile on my lips, happy that not only had my love not forgotten me, but everything was also still on course for my escape.I sang out loud, not caring who heard me, elated that my life—my miserable life—had finally become a love story, the kind I had read about and longed for, the kind I never thought I would ev
"The heart’s greatest rebellion is loving in captivity—but every act of defiance has its price." Unknown Chapter 53 I remained in the dining room as madam maria i went to let him in, my ears straining to catch their conversation. My heart pounded with nervous excitement. It didn’t even matter that, dressed in one of my older native dresses, I wasn’t looking my best. Jacobi had seen me at my worst and had fallen in love with me anyway. I was too ecstatic—not just about seeing him again, but about being one step closer to escaping this place. “It’s Doctor Jacobi,” madam maria announced, returning. “He said he has an appointment with the minister. Please, go and sit with him while I call your husband. Knowing how long it takes the minister to get ready these days, he might have to wait a while.” I nodded, trying to act composed, even though my insides churned with anticipation. Rising to my feet, I walked to the living room with measured grace. “Good morning, Doctor.” Jacob
Whatever is meant for you will reach you even if it is beneath two mountains, and whatever is not meant for you will not reach you even if it is between your two lips.” — Imam Al-GhazaliChapter 52Wordlessly, I started walking back to the house. I felt the sympathetic looks from the chief security and his men, and upon reaching the house, the rest of the domestic staff.But none of them was brave enough to approach me, not even Madam Maria.I walked wordlessly up the stairs and to my room, my resolve to leave growing with every step.Even as a corpse, I was going to find a way out of the ranch if it was the very last thing I did.I lay in bed as day eventually turned to night, falling into a deep depression, wondering how to get myself out of the mess life had made for me. Ya Allah, grant me an escape, I whispered into the darkness. But just as I was sinking to the bottom of the abyss, I remembered Jacobi’s promise to me."Nobody is going to
“How do we tell the sea that we are drowning on land” Unknown No. Please,no. No. Please,no I chanted slowly, in my head. “Ummi? (Mother)” Orion called in a shaky voice slightly shaking her. “Call the ambulance” orion yelled getting off the bed. “Hey, wake up woman!” My father called out lazily looking at her with disgust. In my head I wanted to go and help her. In reality I was frozen by fear. No no no no no He killed her. He killed her. I am next. “Get her to the car, let's take her to the hospital” damien yelled, taking the car keys, I didn't know when my feet moved on their own to the car. Nobody seemed to notice I was there because of the chaos happening around. damien drove like a madman to the hospital, Orion held her like his life was hanging on her but why? They watched him torture her every day They watched him kill her. Now why are they acting like they care about her now? We finally arrived at the hospital and stopped at the emergency. “Get me the doc...
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