Take off your Hijab (Rewriting)

Who made you sad?✅

"Don't you dare look away! Tell me—tell me why she's gone, or so help me, I'll make you feel every piece of the void you left behind!"

Third person's POV

Zach's body shook, his breath coming in shallow gasps, his chest constricting as his mind scrambled to hold on to something, anything, that would make sense of the chaos swirling inside him. He hadn't meant it—he hadn't meant any of it. But the guilt, the weight of those words—it's my fault—crushed him in a way nothing else could. His hands trembled, fingers cold against the fabric of his shirt, clenching tightly as if the pain could be held inside by force.

Azad's fury was sharp, cutting through the air like a knife. "Don't you dare look away! Tell me—tell me why she's gone, or so help me, I'll make you feel every piece of the void you left behind!" Her voice echoed off the walls, her hands gripping his shirt with such force that her nails dug into his skin. Her anger was raw, but it was also layered with grief, confusion, and the need for something—anything—to explain what had happened to her sister so suddenly.

And Zach didn't know how to respond. His chest tightened with every word that bubbled in his throat, every apology that was too late to this event. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to..." His voice broke, but Azad wasn't waiting for his words to settle. Her grip on him tightened, her eyes wild with an overwhelming mix of pain and rage.

how did they get here? how did they get here?

The question circled through Zach's mind like a mantra, gnawing at him, impossible to escape. How did we get here? He had tried to shield them all from this, to keep the storm at bay, but somewhere along the way, it had all unraveled. He'd never thought it would lead to this moment—the weight of Azad's fury pressing down on him, the unbearable guilt of those words spilling from his mouth. It's all my fault.

Azad's hands tightened on his shirt, pulling him closer, shaking him as if she could force him to answer, to give her the reason—why? But how could he explain what he couldn't even begin to understand himself? The moments they had shared, the tension between them, the moments of peace that had been fractured by misunderstandings and fears neither of them could speak.

Zach had tried. God, he had tried to hold it together. To protect her. To protect them both. But what had it all been for? He had only made things worse.

"I didn't mean to—" His words were weak, barely a whisper, but Azad couldn't hear him anymore.

How could she? How could she listen to the man who was supposed to protect her sister—the man who had just confessed to being the reason Amal had fallen, to the reason Amal might lose her child?.

Her fingers dug into his shirt, and she could feel her nails digging into his skin—her grip tightening as her world tilted. Zach, the one who had promised to keep them safe, had failed. How was everyone else so calm about this? Why weren't they demanding answers?, Why wasn't the same anger flooding through them the way it was inside her?.

Her face twisted with the weight of it all—a grief that had been locked away for too long, spilling out now in waves.

What did you do to her?

How could you?.

Why...why did yo—

Zach's voice faltered beneath her grasp. "I didn't mean to—" His voice cracked, too broken to make any sense.

Azad could hear him, but she couldn't feel anything but the ache in her chest, the roar of betrayal ringing in her ears. She wasn't sure if she wanted him to explain. What was there to explain?.