Every morning, I devote time to look in the mirror which is randomly hung on my bedroom wall. No, I am not an obnoxious teenager praying for a miracle glow up to replace the basic blonde with the blue eyes popular bitch of the school.
I look in the mirror to see her, my Mother.The only memory I hold of her is when she passed away leaving 3 years old me behind. I watched her hand let go of my little fingers as her chest rose and fell for the last time and that memory is not enough for me.
Although I feel fortunate to have her emerald green eyes, silky black hair and the same set of teeth on a heart shaped face, I do not see the beauty and strength that illuminated her features.
"Haniya, you are late for your first day at a new school. Hurry up!"
shouted Nani
I snapped out of my thoughts and scrambled to get ready. My excitement of achieving a 4 year scholarship with one of the best Ivy League Schools died the minute I thought how proud my dad will be once I tell him but I havent seen him for a month. This made me remember how distant and cold he was during our last few meetings.
My nani shoved a paratha in my hands and almost kicked me out the house so I can make it on time for school.
"All the best my Hani"
shouted nani
I love her so much for taking care of me but I desperately want to escape this village and it's oppressive regime disguised in the good name of religion.
Thank God for this Scholarship! Parker Academy is an independent insititution established and governed by a UK diplomat. The Qatari Islamic State wont risk ruining this beneficial alliance.
My gratefulness for the scholarship quickly turned into regret when I found my face pinned against a classroom wall by a tall and hard body. He yanked a fist of my hair back and as I watched this familiar pair of eyes, his deep and cold voice whispered into my ear
"“ Whenever you see me, you better hide , leave the school if you have to. If not, you'll find yourself pinned against the same door. The only difference is you will be bent over with your feet in a pool of your clothes. Then I'll rip your pathetic Virgin pussy apart with my thick long throbbing cock and I'll make sure you have an audience...
To be continued in Part 2
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Haraami: A child of nobody
Short StoryHaniya lost her mother at the age of 3 and lives with her grandmother in a village which is governed by a strict religious regime. Her father visits her on a monthly basis but he could never explain why she was not living in his huge mansion with hi...
