WrongSufferedAtHands

9.

Like a human thrown among hordes of untamed barbarians, she scrutinized each stare at her, the stares that outlined dread and shock. The shuffling of her own footwear was thunderous over the clapping of those heeled shoes, her breathing clearly bothersome to her, heart pounding into her ear, the pulse throbbing against her skin to her temple. Even when she was stimulated to appear in front of the headmaster, she didn't raise her head. She would gulp with each fleeting moment; her throat began to dry up as she anticipated about what would actually occur next.

What did she do? What is way off the mark?

Even when her teachers accused her of engaging in illicit behavior in the restrooms with Kainat, with another girl, she remained discreet. By explaining that they had been misunderstood for something they hadn't even done, Kainat attempted to make them both comprehensible in their teacher's views.

But, deep inside the ocean, along with the rough waves, Afiyah discovered a face grinning at her, the expressions of accomplishment, mockery, and ridicule in a grin. She first believed that her mind and inner self were leading her to believe such thing, but then she was certain since she had really spotted Urooj among the dense crowd. Urooj's grin and mischievous glances tracked Afiyah walk out the cubicle and all the way to the principal's office.

Even though she attempted to convince herself that Urooj was the only one responsible for the mayhem, she was unable to accept the idea that a person would intentionally harm another person in order to demonstrate what it feels like to triumph.

The most crucial question is how a female can treat another female in such a way just because the latter spurned her meaningless, immoral, and repulsive wants.

Kind and clever, she thought of Urooj. She imagined Urooj as having an angelic face with a demonic spirit.

Yet again, she was broken to the cores. She felt broken, like if a bulldozer had ploughed straight into her chest.

"Tomorrow, bring your parents to school. And the person who skips school tomorrow would be dismissed."

Atop of her skin, the voice roared. Admittedly, she had predicted it, but who should she bring? Papa, Sameer or Hareem? She's still learning the ropes.

"It will become evident to you as well if you allow us to explain. This is a mess, an inventive mess."

She heard Kainat express with distress. She wanted to prod her and urge her to quit talking. She sounded exhausted and useless, and Afiyah shattered even more as a consequence. Because she is unwilling to witness her suffering, she wanted to beg her to quit attempting to explain.

"You two locked in a restroom together, what else should we expect? That inside the cubicle, you two were consuming foods and drinks? What do you two think we are, an idiot or maybe blind?

Afiyah attempted to take deep breaths and rid herself of the headache brought on by all the harsh voices' yelling. She genuinely thought she was destined to fail. She was about to be kicked out of her house, would forfeit her studies, and would eventually be put in a room. She could already picture herself groaning in darkness before being starved to death.

She was aware that her father wouldn't heed her. How would she respond to Sameer? She was suspected of engaging in illicit acts with a girl within the cubicles, how would she persuade one of them to visit her school?

She experienced internal blistering from all the inquiries, which left scorch marks on her brain.

"Demonstrate that I'm mistaken. Proof the world wrong, tell me what I heard was just a lie and I'll let you pass for the good."

Like a wadded scrap of paper gradually unfolding, her father's words nailed further into her. While waiting for her father's arrival, she strolled next to the main gate. She became increasingly uneasy when Hareem would periodically visit and check on her.