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
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
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
“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
Chapter 17 “No lover leaves a rose garden without blood on their hands” Mitch Nihilist “zeynep!” it was a noun, a verb, and an exclamation all at once. I looked away, unable to face him, unable to look at the pained expression on Yusuf's Face. “And there you were planning to drive all the way to India to see her,” Ibrahim chuckled. “Looks like you've saved a trip!” “You’re my dad’s wife?” yusuf’s voice conveyed every emotion he must have been feeling; shock, pain, disappointment, and confusion. “You’re the one who married my father?” He glared at Ibrahim before turning back to look at me. “And you’re sleeping with him?” “Let me leave you two lovebirds to catch up,” Ibrahim sniggered, putting on his shirt. “I’m sure you have a lot to ‘talk’ about. And apologies, dear brother. I couldn’t deliver all those letters you sent to her, for obvious reasons.” “Was this why you had me come home before dad ? So I would see you with her?” “Like I said
“This is not a mere story, this is the Story of how I lived and I want you to read it, don't cry for me, don't be sad at least I survived. Maybe” By meChapter 18“yusuf!” I exclaimed, glaring at him. “What’s the meaning of this?”“And you’re here sauntering around the house like you own it,” he sneered, his grip on my arm tightening. “Look how your skin is shining. You really are enjoying my father’s money. Who would have ever thought you were such a viper? A money-hungry viper!”I tugged at my arm, desperate to break free, but he held on tighter.“You didn’t struggle with my brother, but instead gave him a free pass to the honeypot between your legs.”I tried to wrestle my hand away, but he only just held on tighter.“To think I had you right there before me but chose to be the perfect gentleman,” he said, pulling me closer to him. “I could have slept with you in that dump you call your house, but I was there thinking you wer
Chapter 17 “No lover leaves a rose garden without blood on their hands” Mitch Nihilist “zeynep!” it was a noun, a verb, and an exclamation all at once. I looked away, unable to face him, unable to look at the pained expression on Yusuf's Face. “And there you were planning to drive all the way to India to see her,” Ibrahim chuckled. “Looks like you've saved a trip!” “You’re my dad’s wife?” yusuf’s voice conveyed every emotion he must have been feeling; shock, pain, disappointment, and confusion. “You’re the one who married my father?” He glared at Ibrahim before turning back to look at me. “And you’re sleeping with him?” “Let me leave you two lovebirds to catch up,” Ibrahim sniggered, putting on his shirt. “I’m sure you have a lot to ‘talk’ about. And apologies, dear brother. I couldn’t deliver all those letters you sent to her, for obvious reasons.” “Was this why you had me come home before dad ? So I would see you with her?” “Like I said
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