please pray if you haven't already.
sorry for the late chapter i had writers block :/ but thank you for all the lovely comments on the last chapter, defo motivated me to write :)
[1900 words] -long chapter
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sleep came to her with far too much difficulty for her liking. this place sucked in comparison to morocco with its lovely air and actual daylight. she refused to believe that people in this country actually survived on only 8 ish hours of daylight in december. the weather is milder with the average amount of rain but it was just impossibly gloomy outside.
what a wonderful example of pathetic fallacy to accompany the start of her marriage!
she cursed as she got up from her bed, her hair still in the same braids but a lot messier. what time was it even? she didn't need to look outside because from the tint of light coming from the window, it could be anywhere between 10 am and 3 pm.
and she was supposed to live here? she sighed as she ruffled the bedsheets.
iman said a quick prayer and bit her tongue realising that not only had she woken up horrendously late, she had also missed fajr. she shook her head and quickly picked out a set of clothes from her bag that hakim had carried to her room with far too much ease and ran to the shower.
her mind paused at the thought of hakim. she hadn't left her room yet, but it was really quiet in the apartment. was he even home?
she shook her head again as if telling herself to hurry up with her plan. she needed to go eat before her stomach started grumbling in capitals.
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hakim was not home. she figured he probably went to work or training, she didn't pretend to know much of the details. after all, most of their conversations had been limited so far.
she was walking on eggshells around his grandiose apartment, afraid to touch anything with too much force or brushing past the obscene amount of things that he had decorating the place. she decided that while she wasn't the biggest fan of his taste, she didn't have much of a say in it either. she had only been here a day.
the kitchen was more to her liking, not devoid of human life or too minimalistic that it lacked human touch. she saw that his dishwasher was not fully closed, and she guessed he must have had his breakfast before he left. biting her lip, she shut it before trying to find a pan where she could make a basic omelette for herself. hakim's appliances were built in, and thus made the task of looking for his fridge near impossible.
she was opening one of the cabinets to see if his missing fridge would somehow magic itself up when she heard the thump against the door in the hallway.
she almost squealed as the sound took her by surprise and calmed down, reassuring herself that it was hakim, when the door banged again.
her thoughts quickly ran to the worst possible conclusion. why would hakim need to bang on the door? her eyes widened as she realised that he would have had a key to enter his own house.
someone else was home.
she started panicking and she knew her heart rate was increasingly wildly. the apartment was being broken into and she had no means to defend herself or his home. she, with shaking hands, reached for a pan that looked sturdy enough and made her way to the door. she was not brave enough for a situation like this, and it was only one day into starting in this new country.
she didn't even know the emergency number to call.
the banging continued and she heard some muttering from the other side of the door, and she tried her best not to make a sound. the person was fumbling with the locks, she could see the handle twisting and turning.
