“I lost control when I was only a child, they world taught me angst when I deserved joy” Author of this storychapter 13“Knock knock”, I heard mimicking a Knocking sound before a head peered inside my room. “I made you some lunch,” she said, setting the tray on the table. From the aroma, I could tell it wasRogan Josh - Aromatic lamb curry with Kashmiri spiceI let out a long hiss, even as the smell of the food seduced me. I don't know where I gathered the courage from because papa would have landed me in the hospital if I hissed at him.I wished I was in a position to refuse the meal, but I was too hungry to.“Is something wrong?” she asked.“You’ve dropped the food, you can leave now,” I retorted. “I’m sure all of you heard the minister's insult me not only yesterday morning, but in the night as well. I’m sure I’m the talk of the kitchen, so don’t come up here pretending.”Madam Maria shook her head. “Zeynep, you became the talk of th
Chapter 14This world is too quick to judge and too late to understand Margaret Atwood I froze in my tracks, my pulse hammering in my ears. Seeing my father standing in the foyer of the minister's house was like watching the gates of hell swing open. His smile, the one that used to bring me comfort as a little girl, now sent cold dread spiraling down my spine. I instinctively shrank back, my steps faltering as my mind raced to make sense of his sudden presence.Why was he here? Did he know?"Zeynep, my daughter," he called out warmly, spreading his arms as if expecting me to run into them.I wanted to run, all right. Just not toward him.Every memory of his fury surged forward, unbidden: the sting of his belt against my skin, his booming voice tearing through the house, the way my mother cowered in silence whenever his anger flared. And now, standing here, I was no longer the little girl who had sobbed into her pillow at night. I was
Chapter 15“And she embraced the chaos as it painTed her life with purpose” JH.HARDWill I ever be happy? Will I ever be fine?I lost my hope within this time.I tried my best to be okay,But I never felt that anyway.I was on my way to a new beginning,Then this depression started getting in.Today my tears slowed for a momentAnd the words began to flow,so I want to talk to you mama about all the things that I think you should knowI miss you,I feels the painOf loss and grief and misery,Of never seeing you again.Sometimes l feel quite angryThat you left when you promised to stay,Sometimes I feel abandonedBecause you chose to go away.I worry that we failed you,I'm scared l let you down,And although you decided to leave meI wish you were still here now.I wonder if I could have done more,Even though I know that we tried,I understand this is forever,I feel empty, deep inside.If only i could have told youThat I love yo
Chapter 16 “Death is so strange, why is her room still intact like she would return” Unknown We rode in silence, with him reading his newspaper the whole time. Looking at him, I was certain he knew of my ongoing affair with his son. The same way he knew I was all too aware of his own numerous trysts. But apparently, putting up a show with a beautiful wife at his side was more important to him. I knew better than to try to make any conversation, so I just kept my mouth shut.It was only a 30-minute drive, but on getting to the venue, I immediately regretted wasting my beautiful outfit on such a local affair. Apparently, one of the minister's office workers was marrying off his daughter, and had made him the chairman of the occasion. We stood out like a sore thumb, with the locals captivated by the glamorous Mercedes Benz, but even more so by the beautiful wife.“Is that a human being or a spirit?”“You've got an eye for good things at
“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
“Why do you like thunderstorms?” “Because it shows that even nature needs to scream sometimes” by EB Zeynep Pov They say everything happens for a reason. I don't know who “they”are but I know it is said that:there is a reason for everything, good or bad. Three years ago, I might have disagreed but as I crouched down looking at myself in the puddle. I couldn't help but understand the saying. When ummi died I was completely and utterly devastated, I was scared and I thought that I wouldn't be able to live life without her. Guess what I was right. That's when I started my uncontrollably suicide attempts but Allah didn't want me. But then I remembered the verse mama always read to me. Allah didn't abandon me,nor did he forget me (93:03 Quran) But it was all a lie,he too abandoned me. He left me when all I have ever done was to be devoted to him, I never strayed even when I had reasons to. I recited my shahadah everyday to keep my faith strong. I recited the subhan al
“You could stab her on the chest but she would still apologize for bleeding all over you” By: Unknown The rain outside was cruel but it felt like it was crying with me. Every crack of thunder seemed to match the beating of my heart, the trembling of my body. Abbu had left me in the kitchen after the last round of slaps, but it still felt like I was being slapped I worked as fast as my aching body would allow. My ribs were on fire, and my vision blurred from the pain. Every movement was a struggle, and every breath felt like knives stabbing into my side. But I had to finish preparing his food. If I didn’t, I knew what would come next. Orion and Damien were nowhere to be found now, as usual. They had seen enough to know better than to intervene. They left me alone with the monster we called father, always watching from the shadows but never daring to lift a finger to stop him. It was easier for them, I suppose, to pretend nothing was happening. Abbu never lays
“The child who is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel it's warmth” African proverbs The next morning, the house was too quiet. But that was expected considering the fact that I was awake by 4 because I needed to cook and clean before going to school. But the silence was different this time around. It wasn’t the comforting quiet you might get after a long day, but the kind that suffocates you, the kind that makes you afraid of breaking the silence. The kind that makes you feel like something bad is about to happen. I was still sore, every inch of my body protesting as I moved. My ribs ached with every breath, my wrists bore the bruises from where Abhu had grabbed me, and the weight of everything that had happened the night before sat heavy in my chest. But I had to get up. I had to keep moving, no matter how much I wanted to lie there and disappear. I forced myself out of bed and into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. As I
Chapter 16 “Death is so strange, why is her room still intact like she would return” Unknown We rode in silence, with him reading his newspaper the whole time. Looking at him, I was certain he knew of my ongoing affair with his son. The same way he knew I was all too aware of his own numerous trysts. But apparently, putting up a show with a beautiful wife at his side was more important to him. I knew better than to try to make any conversation, so I just kept my mouth shut.It was only a 30-minute drive, but on getting to the venue, I immediately regretted wasting my beautiful outfit on such a local affair. Apparently, one of the minister's office workers was marrying off his daughter, and had made him the chairman of the occasion. We stood out like a sore thumb, with the locals captivated by the glamorous Mercedes Benz, but even more so by the beautiful wife.“Is that a human being or a spirit?”“You've got an eye for good things at
Chapter 15“And she embraced the chaos as it painTed her life with purpose” JH.HARDWill I ever be happy? Will I ever be fine?I lost my hope within this time.I tried my best to be okay,But I never felt that anyway.I was on my way to a new beginning,Then this depression started getting in.Today my tears slowed for a momentAnd the words began to flow,so I want to talk to you mama about all the things that I think you should knowI miss you,I feels the painOf loss and grief and misery,Of never seeing you again.Sometimes l feel quite angryThat you left when you promised to stay,Sometimes I feel abandonedBecause you chose to go away.I worry that we failed you,I'm scared l let you down,And although you decided to leave meI wish you were still here now.I wonder if I could have done more,Even though I know that we tried,I understand this is forever,I feel empty, deep inside.If only i could have told youThat I love yo
Chapter 14This world is too quick to judge and too late to understand Margaret Atwood I froze in my tracks, my pulse hammering in my ears. Seeing my father standing in the foyer of the minister's house was like watching the gates of hell swing open. His smile, the one that used to bring me comfort as a little girl, now sent cold dread spiraling down my spine. I instinctively shrank back, my steps faltering as my mind raced to make sense of his sudden presence.Why was he here? Did he know?"Zeynep, my daughter," he called out warmly, spreading his arms as if expecting me to run into them.I wanted to run, all right. Just not toward him.Every memory of his fury surged forward, unbidden: the sting of his belt against my skin, his booming voice tearing through the house, the way my mother cowered in silence whenever his anger flared. And now, standing here, I was no longer the little girl who had sobbed into her pillow at night. I was
“I lost control when I was only a child, they world taught me angst when I deserved joy” Author of this storychapter 13“Knock knock”, I heard mimicking a Knocking sound before a head peered inside my room. “I made you some lunch,” she said, setting the tray on the table. From the aroma, I could tell it wasRogan Josh - Aromatic lamb curry with Kashmiri spiceI let out a long hiss, even as the smell of the food seduced me. I don't know where I gathered the courage from because papa would have landed me in the hospital if I hissed at him.I wished I was in a position to refuse the meal, but I was too hungry to.“Is something wrong?” she asked.“You’ve dropped the food, you can leave now,” I retorted. “I’m sure all of you heard the minister's insult me not only yesterday morning, but in the night as well. I’m sure I’m the talk of the kitchen, so don’t come up here pretending.”Madam Maria shook her head. “Zeynep, you became the talk of th
Not yet corpse Still we rot UnknownChapter 12Sleep eluded me.For hours after my return to my bedroom, I just lay there, staring into the night, watching as darkness slowly gave way to light. By the time dawn broke, I’d come to a decision. I’d married the minister as an exchange to my family, and I was determined to see the whole thing through and not to end up like my mother. I was going to fight for it if I had to, but by allah, I wasn’t going to return to india with nothing to show for it. Not after the minister and his son had already had their way with me. I came there to be a wife to the minister, and a wife I was going to be.Armed with my renewed determination, I rose to my feet, had a shower, and dressed up in my finest Salwar Kameez . I took the time to tie my brown head tie to give me a regal, more mature look, one that gave me an air of authority, one that could help me better pas
The tragedy of life is not death but what dies inside of us while we live Norman cousins chapter 11 I made a mental note to make sure to accompany the minister on any of his trips going forward. At no point ever again would I be left alone with his beast of a son. As I was dishing food to the minister bowl, I felt Ibrahim’s all too familiar breath on my neck. “I hope you are dishing some for me.” I tried to shrug out of his hold. “Please stop this. My husband is back.” He chuckled. “Your husband. You don’t know how ridiculous it is hearing you call him that.” I heard the minister's footsteps approaching and proceeded to summon all my strength to wrestle myself away just in time. Or was it? There was a look on Chief’s face I couldn’t quite decipher. His brows were furrowed, and he wasn’t quite as bubbly as he’d been only moments before. “You will love the food, sir. Ire we go again.” “Anyway, we can talk more of that later. For now, I just want to rest. It has
truths are not to be told” Portuguese proverb Chapter 10“That’s okay. I’ll just come to you.” He sat on the bed, the tray on his laps. “Come eat with me.”I glared at him, still crying.“I don’t want to have to force you, zeynep. Don’t let me have to hurt you again. I don’t like seeing what I’ve done to your face. It would be so much easier if you’d just cooperate.”I didn’t move, but instead lowered my head, trying to wish him away.“You seem to think this is optional. You’ve forgotten what I told you about Orion,” he said, humor having left his voice. “I spoke with your father this afternoon. They now have a date for his resumption. It’s in another month. What a shame it would be to have to terminate everything!”That was all it needed to make me do his bidding. I rose to my feet and sat beside him on the bed, watching as he ate.“Madam Maria is undefeated. These eggs are delicious!” he remarked. “Are you sure you don’t want any of it?”I shoo
“ Only our pillow knows the amount of emotions we hide from thr world” : unknown “I’ve had thousands of women, but that was, without a doubt, the best ever,” he exclaimed. “I’ve even had virgins before, but none of them felt asgood as that!”I lay on the bed, immobile, staring at the ceiling, wishing my life away.He stood and pulled up his jeans. “I don’t have to tell you this stays between the two of us, right? The consequences will be dire if you tellanyone about this.”I shut my eyes, not saying a word, not even caring about what he did or didn’t tell his father. My life was over. A monster had just stolen myvirginity. Nothing worse could happen.Except it could.“I’m not sure you know this, but I’m the one who is handing your brother logistics in India to study medicine,” he continued talking. “I’m the one who’s been liaising with the doctors at the Specialist Hospital over there in Jalandhar.I’m the one who controls the pa
“ Sometimes, everything cries in you expect your eyes” Arabic quotes We were driving into the compound when we sighted a black Toyota Celica parked in front of the house. I recognized it as the car the minister drove when he came to marry me, and my heart skipped a beat. Was he home?.“What brings him here ?” the head maid mumbled under her breath, a deep frown on her face.This confused me, as I knew she had a soft spot for the minister,from the way she fondly spoke of him. If he were the one, she wouldn’t be wondering why he was in the house.“Who is it?” I askedShe said nothing in response, but I was to get my answer very soon. As we disembarked from the car, a tall figure emerged from the doorway. I felt my blood run cold as I recognised who it was. Daniel.“Where have you two been? I’ve been here for at least an hour,” he demanded, his nostrils flared and his jaw set.“Don’t be angry. We had to go and buy a few things,”