Qa'id Mutalaq ✓

Chapter Three

I entered the house and greeted.I saw my father sitting in the lobby.I walked towards him and greeted him and he hummed in return.I smiled sadly.Mother was working in the kitchen and My sister was probably studying.

"Why are you late today?"My dad asked and I lowered my lashes.
"I apologize Father.I had to assist Dr Ferman in a surgery today."I said and he hummed with looking at me.I sighed and walked upstairs.I opened the door of my sister's room.

"Ifra?Why are you not studying."I asked and she rolled her eyes.
"Please don't irritate me.Get out"She said making me clench my hand.
"Is this how you talk to your elders?"I raised my voice slightly.

"Don't teach me.You yourself know your own manners."She got up from her bed and shouted at me making my eyes widen.

"You are the most ill mannered in our family.You even talk back to your own father."She yelled at me.I hated that every single word she said was true.I hated that everyone was normal but me.I hated that I inherited my father's anger issues as a legacy.

Unknowingly I yelled at her and slapped her making her head turn towards left.

"Don't you dare raise your voice at me.Stay in your limits.You still are a kid and you have no right to speak infront of me."I held her arm and jerked her away.I turned back to see my father standing on the door.

I looked at him on last time before running back to my room.No matter how much I tried.It happened again and again.Just because as a child I was screamed at.I had to endure my father's anger.Tears rolled down my eyes as I dropped myself on floor.Why is it always me?My sister was raised by my parents and I have to grow with my parents.I paved the way for my sister.I had to tolerate all bad things.

I had to kill my dreams for the sake of my father.My sister gets what she wants and I have to work for what I want.I hate this place.It is not my home.Ya Allah!I am not strong.Please Don't give me such hard tests.I won't be able to pass Allah.I am scared.I sobbed as I buried my head in my hands.Why can't anyone respect me.Why doesn't anyone see my efforts.

I wiped my tears and stood on my feet.I changed my clothes and did ablution and prayed.It always helps.Allah always comforts my heart.

I walked downstairs to see everyone eating.Ifra smirked at me and ate.I walked towards the table and was about to sit.
"Don't."I heard Father's strict voice and I got up.I looked mother and she gave me a sad look.

"You are not allowed to eat today.Apologize to your sister."He said making bite my lip as I tried to control my tears.

"Ba-"

"Don't call me Baba."He said making me clench my hand.

"Apologize to your Sister or Starve yourself today."He said making me glare at Ifra who was smirking at me.Not at All.

I placed the chair back making my mother to shook her.I gave her a assuring nod.

"I will not apologize.I am not egoistic neither I am perfect.I know that It clearly wasn't my fault so I will not apologize.And Father if you think that starving me will make me apologize then let me remind you.I am also your daughter.I have never learned to bow my head infront of anyone except my god."I stated with my head high making my Father to glare at me.

"Don't argue with me."He yelled at me making my mother and sister flinch.
"I learned it from you."I replied making him get up as he slammed his fist one the table.

"Go to your room.NOW"He yelled at me.I glanced at them one last time and ran up in my room.

I am sorry Allah but I can't.I am not that brave.I am not strong enough.I sighed and dropped myself on the bed and slept.I don't care anymore.I am used to this.