The Bad Boy's Girl (COMPLETE)

Pure Again

     I woke up to find out some great news. My days were over! Goodbye moodiness and hello pureness! I grinned at got out of the bed, leaving Amir sleeping soundly. The sun shines brightly and my favourite prayer area in the corner of the room by the windows called to me.

     I checked on the kids before jumping into the washroom. I removed my nail polish, and washed my hands with my favourite bath and body works hand soap.

     I then shaved my legs and cut my nails. After that, I slide into the shower. The warm water ran down my body. I relaxed, easy. I grabbed my Loreal shampoo and massaged my head. Light streamed out of the window by the door.

    I scrubbed my body with some bath and body works body wash again, feeling clean and pure. After rinsing off my wet body, I dry it up with my soft red towel and wrap It around my body completely.

     I walk over to the toilet and grab my clothes. I pull them on and dry my hair. Soon, I can't resist rubbing on body lotion. And I sprit some perfume too. Grabbing my cheetah slip on hijab, I take my prayer mat and go to the corner of the room.

     My prayer area. It's my favourite. I always pray here. It's like there's another world in this corner by the window. The window pours out sunlight, and the little dust particles floated across the window and onto me. It seemed so magical. I made my intentions and started to pray.

    After I finished, I spotted Amir praying. I smiled to myself as my eyes started with happiness and tears. Suddenly, I heard Asher interrupt my thoughts.

     I softly tip toed into they baby room, trying not to wake Inaya. But to my disappointment, she was already awake and startled. She started crying too. Both wails were pretty loud. I rushed and took Asher and caressed him in my arms, and struggled to take Inaya too. Then I had an idea. I should quiet down asher, so Inaya will be the only one crying . That way, it'll be easier.

     However my plan went down the drain. Asher didn't stop and Inaya grew impatient. I took both in my limited arms and sat on the sofa of their room. Soon, being the hero he always is, Amir came to my rescue and took asher. Asher snuggled close but didn't stop his cry.

     I took Inaya and decided to take her a bath. After all, it had been two days. And I liked my kids fresh and clean, and their cheeks kissable. I didn't enjoy them spilling milk out of their mouths as they didn't do it much, Alhamdullilah.

     "I'm taking her a bath, alright? Or should I take her one after we eat breakfast?" I asked for Amirs opinion.

     He smiled at me. "Beautiful, it's your choice. I think you should do it after though. Cause I bet you're hungry too." He smiled at me. Before I could talk more, asher reached for Amir and made a noise.

    "Of course," I chuckled at asher."daddy gives attention to mommy for one second and Ashie is jelly."

     Amir laughed hard. "They do seem like protective kids to their father. Better get some of me before they grow up and gobble me up fully." He winked, and I blushed and swatted him with my free hand.

     I placed Inaya in her bouncer and Amir did the same to Asher. "Let's go. Give me them." Amir took both bouncers out of my hand with perfect ease and his muscles tense under his shirt. I admired his strength as he wandered downstairs and I pulled my hijab on my head loosely.

     Adem was watching TV and he grinned at the babies. "Salam. Can I hold them?" He asked me. I smiled.

    "Wasalam. Yes, uh, but they're actually in bad moods today. You can try, but asher is getting picky." I monitored Adem as he tried to pick up Asher, but Asher smuggled and squirmed in his arms, crying and his small hands stretched for me. I smiled knowingly and took him in my arms as his wails automatically quitted down.

     Amir shuffled into the washroom, excusing himself and soon Warda came down, followed by auntie. She wore a small scarf in her neck which she struggled to keep up but I saw her mom pulling it down. I shuddered. "Asalam Alaikum guys, please come. Mina, set breakfast!" I softly called.

    Soon Amir came and we all ate. After eating Amir was occupied by Adems long chats, while Warda disappeared and auntie stayed in her room. I rushed upstairs with the kids and asher was falling tired, so I had to shower him before he actually fell asleep.

     Taking Asher in my arms, I washed him first and scrubbed him softly. After that, I brushed out his little hairs and dried him up. I put powder on him and Vaseline too, to avoid dryness. I slipped on a shirt and leggings then a warm romper with a little elephant on it. He squealed in joy, and I awed at him.

     He fell asleep while the clock ticked time. It was almost Asr. I took Inaya a shower and then slipped on one of my favourite pink onesies from Carter and Osh Kosh. It said 'I'm cute, mommys cute, daddy's lucky ' and that made me laugh hard. It was true though! I giggled to myself and prayed Asr.

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         "I see, I see." Amir laughed at the onesie. "It is true, though. I am lucky to have such a cute wife." He chuckled and swiped me up in his arms, taking me to our bed and kissing my lips in one gesture.

     "I know, it is." I smiled. He nodded. Just then, the door was knocked on and before I could even get up, another soft knock came.

     I opened the door to find Warda in tears. I grabbed her arms and hugged her tightly. "Amir, I'll be back, okay?" He nodded and I walked her to the library, in the corner on a set of armchairs and gave her water. She sobbed, little marks of mascara pooling under her eyes.

    "Are you okay? War, what happened?" I asked her. She sobbed harder. "Please contain yourself, I'm going to start crying. And believe me, it takes a long time for me to stop. Somewhere you don't wanna go," I joked which caused her a faint smile and sniffles afterwards.

     "Well.. It all started when I woke up, I changed, took a shower and all, then I saw mom at my door. She told me to wear different clothes instead of my long kurti, she gave me that- that shirt I was wearing today. And she made me take my hijab off and when I refused, she slapped me. She flipping slapped me. I still didn't give up.

       After she left for a second I actually considered grabbing my hijab but then took a small scarf instead. I cried a bit and cleaned myself up, and she was at my heels again. I didn't want  to disobey her but she wasn't doing the right thing.

    After  I kept my gaze low from Amir Bhai, since I didn't want to even show my hair but I kept on doing it, forcefully from moms nudges and abuse. She's ugh.. She's been abusing me for about two months now. I didn't want to tell anyone. I seriously did not. But I knew how close I was to you and I knew I had to tell someone before I flippin turned crazy.

     After eating I went to my room and cried a lot. I thought I deserved a mom, at least who liked her own God and religion. But no, no. Fate is cruel." She gave me a sad and frustrated smile. "And at your niqah, I wasn't wearing hijab because my mom forced it off. That time my faith in Allah was small and crooked so I took her orders."

     I didn't realize my own tears. I wiped them away, before sagging in my chair, letting her  words carve into my soul. I never knew. I always thought of her as a normal girl . "Abuse... I can't imagine. " I sadly thought aloud. She nodded.

     "I'm so sorry to hear that. I really don't know what to say. " I winced, and before I can speak and search for more words, she speaks up again.

     "There's more." She told me. "But after this part, I don't want you to freak or treat me differently. Promise?" She asked.

     "I don't know, War. I can't promise anything. I'll try of course." I bit my lip, bracing myself for what had to come.

     "Well.. I've been thinking about suicide and I've been cutting. Please don't tell anyone. I've just been thinking this past hour and I actually got my medicine out, ready to overdose and find myself to never open my eyes again. But I stopped myself, knowing this was haram. Before my ego could fight back and lead me to death, to killing myself, to cutting my wrists until I died, and ran to you. "

     The glass of water I was handing to Warda now slipped out of my hands and fell with a thud onto the carpet.

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