BENAZIRA

NAZO

She doesn't know how long had she been sitting in that corner, in the dark.

Drowned in her own misery.

She wished she would just forget.

She wished for something to hit her head, and for her to loose her memory.

She was begging God to forgive her.

She had prayed, not only the obligatory prayers, but also the extra nafl prayers.

Only to get the disgusting feeling off of her.

She wanted to read the Quran...but she thoughts she was too dirty for that.

She was a dirty woman.

How could she let a man touch her?

How could she?

She was scared he would return, and make her go through worse.

Where was her protector?

Where was Darvish?

Benazira never had a problem with Darvish being gone for long, since she could have alone time for herself.

But now she abhorred it.

She wanted to run to wherever Darvish was, but she was also scared that she would run into Amir.

Her tormentor.

So she sat still, unless she heard the call of prayer.

But she had already prayer all of them

It was 2 am, a little before fajr, as she sat still in her misery.

She had grown impatient, paranoid that Amir would come if Darvish didn't come right now.

'what if he returns the next day?'

Her own thoughts were killing her, until she heard the main door opening with a struggle.

She immediately got up, and ran out of her room.

To her luck, she saw Darvish in front of the door.

He was looking down, as he struggled with the groceries.

He had at least 4 bags full of groceries.

He always brought anything Benazira wanted, so she wouldn't make an excuse and go outside.

He looked up, when he felt someone's presence, only to see it was his little sister in tears.

She looked absolutely disheveled.

Her eyes were slightly red from crying, and her face was marked with tears.
She looked scared, and also sad.

Darvish was speechless.
He didn't know what to say.

"Nazo?" That was the only thing that left his mouth out of shock, and that was enough to make her run to his embrace.

He was taken back but he hugged her back immediately.

"Lala..." She uttered, as she cried further in his arms.

(Brother...)

Lala was something she used to call him when she was little, and Nazo was a nickname he would call her.

She would come home after getting hurt or teased/bullied.

He would always be furious, even though the cause of her tantrums and cries weren't that serious.

It was kids stuff.

The reasons weren't what made him mad.

It was the fact that someone dared to bring his dear sister into tears.