~There is no person in this whole world who is a mistake, no matter how different that person may seem~
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Yasmeen
Time appears to rush by without any concern for its impact upon me
Sometimes I imagine that everything could have been different for me, that if only I had gone right one day when I chose to go left, I would be living a life I could never have anticipated. But at other times I think there was no other way forward, that I were always bound to end up exactly where I have
I feel like I am just stuck in the middle, vague and undefined. It's like I'm in a maze. Moment I start thinking I'm getting somewhere, I turn a corner and come up against a dead end. Or find myself back where I started
It was as if I am caught in the repetition of some primal trauma, stuck between what I had and what I wanted
I could feel myself sliding into a role I would probably suffer from for the rest of my life. One I'd be stuck with if I never made it out of this shit-hole of a house at least
Sometimes I am that fly in the house, that thinks it sees an open window. So it crawls to it, or flies head-on into clear glass. At times getting stuck between the storm and pane, it dies in the windowsill under a tormenting, hot sun
I am still on my medication and the fasting period has started, I almost collapsed a few days earlier due to overworking myself and dehydration. I was admitted for a few hours, I had a few drips and a lot of medication, I had to take a few days off from work
I still feel seventy percent sick, I felt as if I had no further use for my legs, they just hung over the edge of my bed like unimportant and rather ridiculous objects. I lay there still, looking at the ceiling, wondering what would become of my marriage in the near future
"Make a list of all the things you need in the kitchen for the preparation of iftar food(breaking of the fast food)" Ahmad said, bringing me out of my trance
"Alright" I said, looking at him wide eyed with my mouth slightly agape
I did as he told me, and he bought everything on the list
He left me wondering for a long while what was happening and why he has bought all these things, I feared for myself for I do not know if he is already planning my funeral while I have no idea.
"You cannot even invite my family over for iftar(breaking of the fast), just look at my married sister Muhibbah, she hosted my family a few days ago. Why can't you do the same? like what kind of a terrible person are you?" Ahmad said, breaking my line of thoughts
He wants me to host his family but his arrogance won't let him ask nicely or at least in a more civilized way
Wickedness was like food to Ahmad, once he got started it was hard for him to stop, his gut expanded to take in more and more
He had carried on so long hating me, he wouldn't know how to stop even if he tried. He just doesn't care that I was still recovering, he just wanted what he wanted and he knows how to get it one way or the other
"I can do it" I replied. And with that said, I sprang into action. I over worked myself as usual, making more than ten different dishes all by my self. I invited my in-laws to come and dine with us
While everyone enjoyed their meal, I suffered in silence. I took my medication with the little food I was able to push down my stomach. They gave me weird looks while I was at it, as if wondering why I am a weak ass woman desperately begging for their pity. Unknown to them, their pity is the last thing I wanted
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