A walk on thorns

Chapter 68| It End With Us!

Sabrina's POV

"Wallahil Azeem, Mama, I am not going to give you a single penny. You've collected your share, the one that Allah decreed in my hands. I will not! If you are afraid of being ashamed, why don't you use the money you've been collecting from me all these years? I'm sure you could feed the entire GRA for years to come," Anisha yanked her hand from Mama's grasp and stood tall, her voice shaking with the intensity of her fury.

"Anisha, are you crazy? Don't you see that all eyes are on us? Have you heard the whispers? The rumors going around in this house? You better get a hold of yourself before you bring more shame on us!" Mama hissed, her voice barely a whisper, but the force behind it was unmistakable. The judgment was already set-Anisha had crossed a line.

But Anisha was beyond caring. She yanked away from Mama's hold and, in a voice that rang with fury, she raised it louder, each word dripping with years of silent pain and unspoken rage.

"Who cares? Who cares what people say about me, Mama? Is it not you and your precious Aunt Saudah who started all of this? Bi'izinillah, Allah will deal with you both, with the same cruelty you've shown me, in this life and the next!"

"Anisha!" I rushed to her, desperate to calm her down, but I was too late. The words had already started spilling out of her in a rush of raw emotion. She didn't even seem to realize what she was saying, lost in the storm that had built inside her for years. Trying to stop her now would only make it worse-this was a fire that needed to burn itself out.

"Leave me alone, Sabrina!" She shoved me away, her eyes wild with frustration and pain. "They can kill me if they want! That's all that's left! Shame on you, Mama! You are a disgrace to motherhood! What have I ever done to you to deserve all this? What, Mama?! Tell me! What have I done? Please, tell me so that I can beg for forgiveness before I stand before my Lord, because I know I won't survive this much longer with all this trauma and criticism. What more do you want from me?!"

Her voice broke, but she continued, each word cutting deeper than the last, sharper than any knife.

"You made me disobey Allah, and I did it for you! I stayed with an adulterer for five years, for you, even when I didn't know if our marriage was even legitimate in Islam! I lost four babies and my womb, and still, you told me to stay, to keep enduring it. I obeyed you, Mama, even when it hurt, even when every part of me screamed to walk away. You made me take money from his savings so you could show off at weddings, and I did it to please you! I obeyed you until I lost myself, until I couldn't recognize who I was anymore. I obeyed you, until my body was on the verge of giving up, until I couldn't even breathe without feeling the weight of everything I'd lost... But you, you didn't stop! You locked us in this house, and still, all you cared about was sending money, even when the only soul I could call mine was slipping away from me! You were still thinking about money when her last breath left her!"

Anisha's voice faltered with a sob, but her words didn't stop, pouring out of her with the force of a storm. Her tears were a testament to the years of suffering, but her fury was undeniable.

"Wallahi, Mama, your name should be registered in the Guinness Book of Records as the most heartless mother of the millennium! Kinji kunya, Mama!"

Her words echoed in the room like a bell tolling, reverberating off the walls with all the weight of her agony. By now, people had gathered in the room, silent witnesses to Anisha's eruption. The oppressive atmosphere seemed to hang even heavier in the air.

From the doorway, Aunt Haseena squeezed her way in, her presence like a shadow creeping into the scene. She wasted no time before launching into her own frivolous speech, adding more fuel to the fire, her voice a cold, calculated mockery of what should have been a moment of mourning.