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Maham shut the door and froze. She was breathing heavily at the encounter she had with him. Tears burned in the back of her head and she slid down the door as she started to cry even though she did not want to.
Five years. Five whole years of being alone and raising a child on her own. Five years since she was accused of being a slut and was kicked out. Five years of having no one's help except her own.
She was traumatized. She was touched against her will. She was taught to believe that she was in the wrong. She was taught to believe she was unpure and disgusting and had betrayed her religion for years. She believed she wouldn't find love until she had Zayaan.
He showed her how in love he was with her and that she could have someone to call her own as well. Until he left her too. She could feel her breakfast piling in her stomach at the thought of willingly doing something with her harasser.
And then he just showed up out of nowhere, still believing she was in the wrong. Had he assumed she would take him with open arms? Had he assumed she would forget all the misery she had to go through and forgive him? Had he assumed she would forget what his mother did and accept him like last time?
'Zayan Arafat Agha is a pathetic pathetic man.' She thought.
"Mama?" She flinched out of her thoughts and looked at Aydin.
"Are you crying?" He asked, softly. Maham quickly wiped her tears.
"No, honey. I just- I just really like this door. And it's so comfortable here," She lied. "Will you join me?"
He smiled and ran towards her, she wrapped her arms around him pulling him in her lap, and kissed his head, numerously. She sniffled and wiped her tears once more as Aydin rested his head on her chest.
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"Mama, can we go to that mall where I can play games today?" Aydin asked as they walked out of the school.
"Sure, baby," She said, walking towards their car when she noticed another familiar car. Rage filled her veins. When will she ever receive her peace again?
"Aydie, you wait in the car. Mama will be just back," Maham said, keeping her anger hidden as she picked up Aydin and settled him in the car seat. She buckled him up, kissed his head, and handed him her phone.
"Okay!" He said, energetically before focusing on her phone. She smiled but dropped it when she looked at the car. She shut the door before turning around and stormed towards the car. She banged on the hood and he got out of the car.
"Tumhare saath masla kya hai, huh? Mera peecha kyun nahi chor dete tum?!" She exclaimed.
(What is your problem, huh? Why don't you leave me alone?!)
"I want to meet my son, Maham. I want to fix things. I wanna be here for you and him!" He said making her scoff.
"Your son, Zayaan?" She repeated. "He is not your son."
"Maham-"
"How are you so sure, hmm? Maybe I slept with someone after you?" She said, sarcastically, indirectly mocking him.
He knew she was mocking him, "Maham," He said, shaking his head. "I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry, Maham." He said, his voice slightly trembling.
"Sorry for what, Zayaan?" She asked. "There is not only one single thing you should be apologizing for. There are many reasons. Are you apologizing for your mom? Or your family? Or are you apologizing for our wedding night? Or are you apologizing for being blindsight and deaf at the abuse your mother showed me?
Are you apologizing for every slap, every abusive mark, and every scar on my body? Are you apologizing for not believing me? Or are you apologizing for being a jerk?" She asked, tilting her head to the side, as she narrowed her brows.
"Mai purani wali Maham nahi rahi, joh chup chap zulm sehti rahe. I am Maham Charles Wright, a mother and a teacher, not some insecure vulnerable little girl who is desperate for your love," She spoke.
(I am not the old Maham who stays quiet and tolerates the abuse.)
He stared at her, listening to every single word and he realized he had messed up. He really messed up. How can anyone forgive for the things he and his mother had done.
"Meri maa mar chuki hai, Maham," he spoke, no emotions present in his tone. Shock flashed in her eyes and she muttered an 'Astaghfirullah' in her heart for being a bit peaceful about that fact.
(My mom is dead, Maham,)
"Phir toh tumne dua karni chahiye ke Allah tallah unko saza na dein yateem par zulm karne ke liye," She said, and turned to leave but he grabbed her hand and turned them around so she was pressed against the car.
(Then you should be praying that God doesn't punish her for abusing an orphan.)
"Maaf kardo mujhe, Maham. Mai tumhara qasoorwar hoon," He said, his voice now trembling noticeably and she stared into his brown eyes with tears in them. His hands gripping her back.
(Please forgive me, Maham. I am blameworthy for you.)
"Har ghalti ki maafi nahi milti, Zayaan," She said before pushing him away and walking to her car.
(Not every mistake deserves forgiveness.)
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