Take off your Hijab (Rewriting)

Learning about the ways of the world ✅

and here's the promised second update, ENJOYY, all the lovee- Aysha

Third persons POV

"Therapy was going so for me well that was until the day, that my dad returned...."

" Zachary, Go and pack your bags, you are going to be staying with your grandma for a while" David says out of the blue making his son to freeze, with his spoon only a few inches from his mouth, they were in the middle of having breakfast. food now long forgotten, Zach had so many questions that his dad was obviously not willing to answer.

"what?, I thought you said that this is our new home, what about miss James? and my therapy?, is this because of my diagnosis?, Dad I promise you that I'm not insane, Miss James said that in a few months time or years, I'll be doing way better than I am now, she said that it's a gradual process but however I am still the same person, I'll get better I promise" "Zach rambles on, his voice carried within it a number of emotions, like panic however, disbelief was the most prominent, because he has come to really like it there in France, he was well adjusted to their  home and life there, he also wanted to see \Dr James more so that he can be able to get better because he knows that even his brother would want him to do that if he was alive, he would have been turning 5 on this day but did his dad care enough to even realize that?, not that this fact would surprise Zach, his parents had always been selfish like that.

"Go and pack up your things, you are going to stay with your grandma" Dad states again , however this time his words were uttered sternly making Zach to let out a tired sigh, realizing that his father wasn't in the mood to listen to him at all, he drops the cutlery on the table before standing up, he quietly made his way up the stairs to pack up his luggage's with the help of his nanny and butler he was able to drag his boxes down the stairs with him.

"To the car" his dad says before putting the phone back on his ear as if he just wanted his own son to simply just disappear and wow don't I feel the love?.

"Okay" Zach says obediently as he watched him drag all of his boxes away, Zach walked behind him, getting into the seat of his fathers new jeep, he listens to the sound of his father giving the direction to his driver while Zach allowing himself to stare out of the window watching the people around, he was still not very comfortable in their presence but he is definitely learning how to endure just like Miss. James had taught him.

The driver packed in front of the airport, and our of no where my dad is grabbing me by my hand, pulling me out of the car completely ignoring my screaming that was happening due to my recent anti-touch tendency. I closed my eyes tightly while the rears ran down my cheeks carelessly trying to push away the memories his touch brought to me, I tried to push away the beast inside of me that wanted to hit him and run away, simply because he was touching me, people at the airport stared at us, at the sight of a teenager throwing a tantrum or at least that's what it looked like to them, well that was until one concerned person came up to him and my dad mentioned that i was fine just a little retarded so me having a tantrum was completely normal , ill never forget how the lady looked at me with pity before saying her goodbyes to me and my dad, the way she spoke to me was similar to someone who was 3...i was almost 16...my dad went on a rant after that about how i should stop trying to embarrass him or else he would have to deal with me, but i zoned him out eventually I stopped screaming and as my body simply went still, much to his happiness, but to me i think i just simply mentally gave up on everything, on  him, on wanting to become better, on life and on me, i mean it was obvious that he wasn't willing to let me out from his very right hold, neither was he willing to listen to me.