Life Is a box of Chocolates.

Chapter 15

Asalam mu alay kum!!!! Am back and a bit better. i originally planned this to be real tym but because I have not been well am just going to carry on from where I left. am gonna update two chapters today and den update weekly after i come back from Pakistan if my health is stable. Plz pray my health. Allah knows I need your prayers. any way ...Enjoy!!!!

I woke up and quickly finished my morning routine. I wanted to change.  In order to do that I had to get rid of the before Rashid and during Rashid era. I had to start a new chapter in my life . A new era.

So I decided to to give my spacious room a make over. First I needed to empty my suitcases that were sitting at the side for the past week. I began separating the clothes, jewellery ,shoes and jubbas. One pile was bigger then the other.

Running downstairs I went to the kitchen grabbed a black bin bag and ran back upstairs. I heard everyone call me ans run up after me.

I began putting the things from the bigger pile in bag.

"Salsabeel what are you doing ?" Mum asked concerned.

Without stopping I answered "I want to move on. I want to change.  In order to do it need to get rid of the things that remind me of him. Then I'll be able to heal."

" Salabeel don't be ridiculous. How is throwing away thongs going to help you.? It's not."

Stopping what I was doing it turned to them. In my hand was a red and gold dress.

" I wore this the  dada abu passed away. ......remember you guys called us over for dinner. ..........I wore this dress that day and he called me a slut."

I picked up the matching heavy jewellery and said  "he pulled my earring saying I was getting ready for Saf......for him rather than Rashid . All these clothes jewellery shoes have painful memories attached to them. I want to get rid of those horrible memories. "

I picked up a blue shalwat kameez. It had pick flowers on it gold rimmed cuff and coller . The cuff and coller were velvet. I then picked up the matching shoes and accessories.

" I wore these the day after the bathwaira (after the wedding the girl goes to her perents house one more time) when I came home he beat me with these heels ....... on my back my legs. He wrapped this scarf around my neck while accusing me of the same thing. "

Placing my hand on the lager pile "each of these things has a horrible tale attached to it. I wore this purples and  lilac shalwar kameez he said your play....... what's the point of dolling yourself up.who are you trying to impress. if I said am getting ready for you he would laugh in my face shout insulting things at me before leaving he room"

I closed my eyes as I felt them begin to sting. A single tear rolling down my face.

"Do you understand why am doing this know?let me do this."

No one spoke for awhile. Mum helped me up to my feet and kissed my cheeks. " Have some breakfast then me and Attiyya will help you."

" What he's done is wrong.  Its horrendous. If Doing this will help you I don't see the harm"Saif biya said " he's a twisted berating man. You should have told us so we could have helped you."

"He took my phone off me in the first week biya. " my vision began blur" he used to stay by me when we were speaking over the phone and a Ruby was following me every where at the funeral.  When could I have told you?!"

Silence covered the room again until mum  lead me down the stairs to have breakfast.  I wasn't hungry but just to keep mum happy I force a piece of toast down my throat and drank some tea. Attiya and mum cleaned  and I the three of us began putting things in the bag.