Destiny Counts

Devil awaits

Afrah, afraaaaah,afraaahhhh a deep voice called.I was sleeping when I heard my step mother calling my name from downstairs,she has this evil voice that cartoon witches or evil women have, no doubt that she's one of them.

I quickly removed my blanket from my body and checked my alarm clock,it was 5:05am.I walked into the bathroom thinking of what to start with then I decided to brush my teeth first then take a quick shower. After I was done brushing my teeth,I open the hot and cold water tap and stripped my clothes as I entered the bathtub.

I was done bathing, I grabbed my baby blue towel and drape it around my body. I was standing in front of the toilet mirror,I looked at my reflection in the mirror and said masha Allah,indeed nothing is as perfect as Allah's creation and there's no flaw in what he has created . I am always thankful to him for He has made me what I am today without Him I would not have become the strong person I am today.Deep in my thoughts I heard another call from my step mother.

This woman is always a pin in the neck,she never wants to leave me in peace,she knows clearly how much I value my beauty sleep but that's when she execute her evil plans on me. I wonder what she wants but am not leaving my room until I am done with what I am doing. I always obey her as much as possible as requested by my mom on her dead bed, I made a promise to her that I will never give her a chance to complain. And thank goodness this kind of situation only happens once in a while.

I finished drying my hair and tied it into a ponytail then I went to my closet I let my eyes scan through my neatly folded clothes suddenly,my eyes fell on a baby blue jean and a black shirt and a mixture of baby blue and white hijjab.I looked at myself again in the mirror and I looked perfect. I wrap my hijab tightly around my head and walked to my shoe rag and grabbed my black flats and I walked back to my bedroom.

I made my bed,switched off my laptop and put it on my reading table and unplugged my phone from the charger and put it in my pocket and went to my praying mat to pray fajr prayer.After I was done I quickly put on my shoes and went to the door I stood still and turned around to take a glance of my precious room. I love it so much every inch and corner, why wouldn't I?  It was decorated by my late mother it remimds me of her every day i walked inside.

Placing a baby blue and white wallpaper around the wall with my white queen size bed in the middle,a dressing mirror opposite the bed, two bed side drawers, a reading table by the corner,a white carpet on the floor, a big photo frame of me and my family above the bed and two doors by the side,one leads to my toilet and the other is my closet/changing room.

I was engrossed in scrutinizing my room that I totally  forgot about my step mother as I turned to run down the stairs,I spot an angry woman in front of me.Before I could say Good morning I received a slap on my face I involuntarily place my hand on my left chin  and smiled. That kind of fake,mischievous smile you put on to annoy someone.

I looked at her and smiled because I was expecting it and I won't let her see what she wants to see,that is me being hurt. I will try to cover it as much as possible.

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I let out a laugh "oh dear mother is this my morning gift"? I asked sarcastically.

She replied" oh lovely daughter what to do when my hand is attracted to your soft cheeks like a magnet and a metal". She said furiously.

I could sense the anger in her voice.I smiled " then I am indeed lucky". I said only to recieve a deadly glare.I asked her what she wants because she is some one that loves doing nothing,she eats alot,shops a lot and spend my father's money alot. She never wakes up at this time, and if dad is away,she could sleep all day. Old hippo is what she looks like but that not actually how she looks like just aggressive.