Everyone was laughing at my weak state, some even recorded.
My whole life I covered myself, now everyone saw my hair, saw me in such pathetic state.
A coward, a crybaby.
My hijab off.
My whole life, I was nice to everyone, I helped anyone, never judged nor insulted anyone.
Only because my precious god told us to do good to those who did bad to us and never stop at their level, it was the most painful punishment.
Yet, all that people did is despise me, judge me, insult me. Why?
Is it because I had no one to protect me?, or was it all a test from god?
I never let anything get to me, not even when Melissa and her friends, beat me up.
Not even when I saw my childhood friend with my enemies.
However, this was inacceptable. They took it too far. *She* took it too far.
I looked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. Looked at my puffy red eyes, my dirty headscarf.
I looked like shit, How can I survive when those people post that video on net?
I sat on the bathroom floor crying, would it have been like this if my dad was still alive? I wondered.
I guess not.
How I missed how no one dared to insult nor even send a glare my way. All because they feared my dad.
No one judged me, nor my religion.
Now that he is gone, they found a reason to bully me, to make me feel bad.
I lost track of time, thinking how beautiful it would have been if he was here and me living a normal life with my small family. Mom, dad and me.
Tears now dried on my face, I missed my morning classes I was sure. Everything was silent expect the sound of my breathing.
Suddenly, I heard clicking of heels in the hallway, getting closer and closer to the bathroom, it stopped at the door.
Whoever was there pushed the foor open, I raised my eyes only to be met with a gorgeous woman holding a black box in her hands.
She smiled at me, I looked at her up and down, she was wearing a white blouse and a black knee-length skirt paired with black high heels. My eyes scanned her beautiful figure landing on her gorgeous face.
She had white soft skin, naturally red lips, chocolate brown eyes with dark straight hair that reached her tiny waist.
She was very beautiful yet so natural and prossional.
Who was she a new teacher?
She raised a brow, I blinked. Suddenly, I realized I was checking her out and didn't say anything to her, my eyes widened, my face turning red from such shameful act.
She chuckled softly, leaving the box in the bathroom stall, the clicking of her heels echoed in the whole room.
" Be strong sweetie, remember they don't deserve your precious tears." She said before leaving me shocked and frozen staring at the box like it holds some kind of bomb and it will explode in any minute.
Did she see All what happened this morning?
I couldn't help but think that was so odd.
I opened the box carefully, only to find a white silky headscarf that looked really expensive, and a velvet card.
I grabbed it, there in a very neat handwritting written:
*When I get back, I will come to your rescue*
*_A*
A? Who could that be? Could it be that woman?
Otherwise, I couldn't help but think whoever sent this is an angel sent from above.
I wore the scarf, fixing my hair.
Looking at my reflection, this time I looked better.
I decided to go home since I was pretty sure I couldn't endure the harsh stares of the students, atleast not today, I was emotionally drained and I knew it.
I put the dirty scarf in my bag, and headed home. I am pretty sure Mom won't be home. And well my stepdad would be somewhere with his nasty friends.
I decided to walk home since it was 10 minutes away, that would help me relax I was sure.
Walking silently, My head low I couldn't help but think everyone already saw that video, and I couldn't stand anymore humilation.
I reached home having a bad feeling in my stomach. My day couldn't get worse, right? I thought ignoring the ugly feelings I was getting.
I opened the door, and headed straight to the stairs heading to my room incase anyone was home. Maybe my stepsis will come around these days.
Let's just say, she is worse than anyone, and she was the reason, people started bullying me.
I didn't even reach the middle of stairs when I heard a crashing sound in the living room.
My heart started beating fast, I didn't think anyone would be home at this time.
Being the coward I am, I decided to escape and run to my room and lock the door.
But, I stopped dead in my tracks when I heard his voice.
The voice that would make me shaking in fear, just with a simple word.
" Why the hell are you home at this time?" He said. I froze.
My stepdad was home and he was drunk.
"Where the hell did you get that scarf from?" He roared,There we go again."I-I- got this from a friend." I stuttered,I stopped to face him as I was midway through the stairs trying to go to my room without him noticing me, but guess what?Mission escape failed."From a friend? What friend huh? since when do you have friends, you worthless piece of shit?" He shouted making me flinch at his tone.His face and eyes were bloodshot, he was reeking of alcohol and he was angry. I started shaking in fear knowing I was doomed and there is no one to save me from his wrath.He will hit me again for sure.Ya Allah! When would all this stop?"It was from a classmate of mine..... s-since mine g-ot d-d-irty." I said slowly looking down, not daring to meet his furious calculative eyes.He chuckled darkly, his hoarse voice echoing through the whole empty house."It was from a guy, right?" He slurred, his words barely aud
"Strip,"I froze after hearing what the devil himself said.I didn't know what to or what to say. He smirked, pleased by my weak and vulnerable state. I hugged myself tighter, afraid.How to escape? What kind of sick joke is this?I raised my shaking eyes, daring for the first time to meet his fixing gaze. He stood there in all his glory, waiting for me to submit to his sinful demand. A tear slipped down my face, looking at the door, hoping, praying someone would come and save me from this shameless man in front of me."Don't you dare run, trust me, you will only make it worse for you," And I cried, fat tears started streaming down my pale face like a flowing river, not daring to stop.I knew too well what he was talking about; he was trying to steal away the innocence and pureness I was trying my entire life to protect. He wanted to discard me like a flower and leave me unwanted and dirty.I run to the door, trying to open it.
"Is it true?"She said, venom dripping from each word she mouthed.She looked at me her always sweet soft eyes that made me feel home and made me fight anything in order to see them always sparkling are now distant. She believed him the only liar in this room.Nothing can describe the panic and shock I was experiencing. This can't be happening.She was my mother; she was the only person I have; she is my only family. I can't stand losing her too.I shook my head, silent tears flowing down my face, not believing every bit that my own mother, the one that brought me to this cruel world, her own flesh and blood would think that low of me."Trust me, honey, she is lying, can't you see how reasonable is this, she must be too lonely, she doesn't even have friends," I stayed silent, "don't believe her tears, it's because I turned her down," Oh Ya Allah.I froze in my place waiting for my mother's reaction and then it hit me.Of
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