KHADIJAH✔️

Chapter 8

23 SEPTEMBER 2021

DO WHAT YOU CAN AND LEAVE WHAT YOU CANNOT.

Life is so hard for us, not having what to eat is another thing on its own, Khalifa is going through a lot, he can't walk, he's depressed not know what to do, and sometimes he'll lie down on the bed crying his heart out, umma couldn't stop him either I. He cries all the time. I don't know if his mind would blow out because of his condition... I pray not.

"Umma, I think we should take it to the radio station, maybe someone might help, no amount is small for us, please umma let me go. Insha Allah people with beautiful hearts will help us," I said to Umma for an uncountable time.

"Khadijah, I don't want to beg, I hate begging," She always replies.

"But umma how would we get this huge amount of money? Umma how?
Please umma let me go," I pleased.

"I'll think about it and get back to you. Now go and make the fire," She answered.

Okay.

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It's been three days now since I talked to Umma about Khalifa and right now am on my way to Asma'us house, we have to ask for help, we can't do nothing about it.

We went to the radio station and gave them the information they needed, we gave them Baba's account number too(Asma's father) They said they would call if there was any information. And we left.

I went straight to my workplace, it's been a while, and thanks to my boss she didn't complain because she knew everything.

I finished everything and went back home, I cooked the little rice that remained. We are eating it with oil and pepper of course.

"Khadijah," Abba shouted my name from his room.

"Yes Abba," I  answered.

"Go and bring me the food that I saw you cooking, I'm hungry," He said.

I didn't argue, I know he didn't buy the rice, and if I said I'd argue it would be a banger between the two of us, and he would include umma.

I brought the rice for him, oil in a small bowl with yaji(pepper), and kept it.

"What is this? Are you mad? So you want me to eat this nonsense, rice and oil? So you guys finished the stew and you're giving me oil okay? He took the plate of rice and poured it on me. Stupid girl, I'm not eating this. Rubbish," and stormed out.

I just stood there like a statue in the same position he left me crying. It's the only food that remains in the house, and he poured it on me, None of us ate the rice, how will I do now? Ya, rabbi help me.

Umma came to the scene and watched me, she dusted the rice that was on me and dragged me to the room.

"I'm sorry that you're facing this by your biological father. Insha Allah everything will be ok?" Umma said trying to console me.

"Insha Allah umma, thank you,"

I went back to his room and packed all the rice on the floor, the ground was cemented and the floor was dusty, so the food was dirty we couldn't eat it.