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“And she embraced the chaos and it painted her life with purpose” . JH.HARDI am the daughter of a woman who was never allowed to love herself. My mother was a giver—never a taker. I watched her shrink, piece by piece, until there was nothing left of her but exhaustion and silence. She would serve, she would sacrifice, she would swallow her needs whole just to make space for everyone else. I saw it in the way she only ate half a plate of food, in the way she never spoke up when she was hurting, in the way she poured every ounce of herself into us—until she was empty.I tried. Allah, I tried to teach her that she was allowed to love herself, even though I couldn't love myself. That she was allowed to be more than just a mother, more than just a caregiver, more than just a body built for service. I begged her to rest, to take up space, to demand more. But she would only smile, tired and worn, and whisper, “This is what mothers do.”I told h
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Chapter 21 "Regret is insight that comes a moment too late." — UnknownMy biggest regret was never returning to finish school. After all the drama of the first few years, I’d been too frightened to bring it up with the minister,and he’d never suggested it either. And with each passing year, I felt less and less inclined. The thought of peering with people growing progressively younger than me had no appeal whatsoever.Generally, I had grown accustomed to my life. It wasn’t the best, but I had become comfortable with it. I wasn’t losing out on anything.Or so I thought.It was Christmas of 2003, the year I turned 23. As was our habit, I accompanied the minister for a high society wedding in france. The son of Dr. Steven, the owner of the only hospital in Boston, was marrying a girl from another esteemed medical family in the UK. It had been just like any other high society political wedding, but the moment I clapped eyes on the b
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Chapter 22 "I left with nothing but my grief and the lessons it carved into my soul—some sacrifices are never worth making." Unknown As the reality of what I had just been told sank in, I found myself feeling…nothing. Absolutely nothing. In what must have been a sudden wave of conscience and sympathy, the minster led me into the house, closely followed behind by my visiting relatives, and I allowed him. I looked on as he asked them what happened and as they told him orion had just slumped as she prepared to go to the mosque for Friday (Jumu’ah) Prayer – “A special congregational prayer held on Fridays, replacing Dhuhr, with a sermon (Khutbah)” I just stared into space as my husband asked questions and my uncles responded. I couldn’t say a word. I had no words; not on my lips nor in my head. Orion was dead. It seemed like a bad joke…a very distasteful one. When my uncles left, it was the minister who saw them out. I couldn’t even bring myself to rise to my feet. “It’s v
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Chapter 23"Better to be awakened by a painful truth than lulled to sleep by a seductive lie." —Dr. Phil McGraw"Why did you bring so many suitcases home?" Damien asked, stepping into the dimly lit room where I had sequestered myself. His voice carried the weight of exhaustion, but I refused to acknowledge it."How long are you here for?""I'm not going back," I answered curtly, my fingers tightening around the fabric of my dress. "Orion is dead. Is there any real reason for me to return to America?"Damien exhaled sharply. "The Minister is your husband, Zeynep," he implored, his eyes pleading. "And he has been good to papa.""Really?" I scoffed, a hollow sound escaping my lips. "Even though he hasn’t sent you anything in years? Every rupee you've spent recently has come from me." I leveled him with a hard stare, my voice dropping lower. "Do you even care about our marriage? Do you really?"A long silence stretched between us. For the first time in my li
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Chapter 26"The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion." — Albert CamusIt felt so good to be back home. How ironic that the place I’d considered my prison only recently, was now my sanctuary. My first night back in America, I slept like a baby, luxuriating under the cosy sheets in the air-conditioned room. I was so comfortable it almost brought tears to my eyes. America was now my home, and I no longer felt bad about that.Reuniting with madam Maria had been another highlight. She’d leapt on me like we’d been separated for years, and not just a few short months. Thankfully, there was no ‘I told you so’ from her, and I appreciated that. I didn’t need to be reminded of the fact that, despite my fierce determination to leave, I’d returned to the mansion, tail between my legs.The rest of the domestic staff were also happy to have me back, and it didn’t take me long to settle back into my normal routine of
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