F A R A H

I woke with a neck pain due to uncomfortable position I slept in. checking the time on my phone showing 7:00am I miss fajr prayer.

I made my way towards the bathroom, glancing at the now empty bed. Last night event ran through my mind. I felt something warm dropping from my eyes, I wiped it off not wanting to remember his words but my mind keep recalling it.

This marriage means nothing to me

After spending almost fifteen minute sitting on one position, I managed to take my bathe. I felt much better; I prayed salatul fajr which I missed.

I went down to greet my in-laws, aunt Khadija and uncle Abdallah are seated across each other while Jawad is seated in one of the chairs beside uncle. His face shows nothing just blank.

'Good morning aunt"

'Good morning Uncle" I greeted them trekking to the dinning.

'Morning Farah, you can call me Mom, get sited" she said.

I glance at j

F A R A H

'What the hell are you doing here" he roars one look at him and you'll know he's very angry ready to explode.

'I...I...was" I stuttered finding the right word to way. The words choked on my throat when he took a slow step towards me grabbing my wrist.

'You're hurting me please...ja-" I tried to free my hands from his hold but it seems my words were in vain, he lead us to the bedroom pushing me, my hands landing on the hard wall, I wince in pain due to the tight hold on my wrist.

'How dare you enter that room" he seethed.

'I...was just exploring" I managed to say without looking at him.

'Exploring what. You don't have the right to go around my house exploring, stay within your limit, you're nothing but an obstacle in my life" my head snapped to his direction hearing his bitter words. I felt something tug in my heart.

He took a predator step toward me, pinning me against t

F A R A H

I can't believe I'm getting married today, it feels so surreal. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, dressed in the Ash Abaya, my face decorated with makeup, with henna on my both hands. I touched the gold bangles on my hands Mom gave me that papa has been keeping it for my marriage. I look totally different. A small drop of tear roll down my cheeks I wish papa was alive to witness this day, to see his daughter getting married.

The door flung open revealing my Mom dressed in her beautiful purple Camisole gown. I wiped off the tear not wanting to spoil my mom's mood she's very happy about the marriage. She trekked towards me, with a smile on her face.

'My daughter you look beautiful, I know if your papa was still alive he will be happy too" the tears I've been holding escaped.

'No Farah, don't... It will ruin your makeup" mom said wiping off the tear with her palms. I ca

F A R A H

I woke with a neck pain due to uncomfortable position I slept in. checking the time on my phone showing 7:00am I miss fajr prayer.

I made my way towards the bathroom, glancing at the now empty bed. Last night event ran through my mind. I felt something warm dropping from my eyes, I wiped it off not wanting to remember his words but my mind keep recalling it.

This marriage means nothing to me

After spending almost fifteen minute sitting on one position, I managed to take my bathe. I felt much better; I prayed salatul fajr which I missed.

I went down to greet my in-laws, aunt Khadija and uncle Abdallah are seated across each other while Jawad is seated in one of the chairs beside uncle. His face shows nothing just blank.

'Good morning aunt"

'Good morning Uncle" I greeted them trekking to the dinning.

'Morning Farah, you can call me Mom, get sited" she said.

I glance at jawad whose eyes is on me indicating me to act normal like he cares.

'Here" Aunt placed two toasted 

Chapter 8