Worthy of Love

Nikkah Day

Khadijah pov

Today was the nikkah and we all had gotten ready and out the door on time. We went to the Mosque where the Imam began reciting in Arabic and translated in English. He gave a lecture and asked if we wanted to be married and we both agreed then we signed the documents and Aryaan's mom and my mom signed as witnesses. We wanted to pray together as man and wife so the Imam directed us toward a room. After salah we went home. I was truly happy to have such an amazing man to be my husband. I also have sisters my age now and brothers who aren't such horrible abusive people. I miss my little brothers and sister.

"How are you my lovely wife?" Aryaan said closing the door behind him.

" I am amazing Alhamdulilah my handsome husband." I said laughing and he joined in too. After hours of laughing, He got serious and wanted to talk about my pregnancy. I had kind of forgot it because it's been a wonderful day but I have to come out to my mom. My dad is still in the hospital and I don't want my mom to be alone in this but it's something I have to do if I want to move on.

"Okay let's go see my mom." I said very hesitantly

"It's going to be alright Jijah I promise." He said pulling me in for a hug. We both got ready and got in the car. After 15 minutes we arrived at my parents.

"Mommy I'm home!" I yelled unlocking the door with my key. Mohammed and Alesha came running to me and hugged me.

"I missed you" Alesha cried

"Me too and Mustafah can crawl now." Mohammed said.

"Really? Where is he?" I said looking around.

"He's with mommy." They said together.

"Okay I'll go see them but talk to Ari." I said walking to my parents room. I knocked on the door.

"Come in" My mom says.

"Assalamu Alaikum mom" I say embracing her.

"Alaikum salam sweetheart. What brings you by?" She asks with a smile.

"Umm I need to talk to you about something." I said

"Okay where's Ari?" She asks

"He's in the living room we should include him in the conversation too" I said with that we go to the kitchen and the three of us sit down. I had Mustafah on my lap because I got extremely nervous.

"So a few months ago there was an incident where-" Ari started before I cut him off

"Where I was r-raped" I say not making eye contacting but could hear my mom's gasping and her eyes on me.

"What do you mean Khadijah? You cannot be serious at all" She says with an expression that looked so much like guilt in her eyes but I'm not sure.

"I'm sorry mommy but I promise you it's the truth." I said with tears streaming down my eyes. She gets up and walks away. She could barely walk straight.

"Mommy what's wrong?" Alesha asks her. My mom simply touch her head and gave a weak smile and continued to make her way to her room.

"Let's give her a moment to gather her thoughts." Ari said

"I should have never told her! She's going through so much and now I've added to that!" I cried falling to my knees.

"It's something you had to Jijah." Ari said trying to reassure me.

"No it wasn't. I could have waited until my father was better." I said getting up and furiously wiping my tears. I got up and began walking. I grabbed my keys and went to my car. Ari came after me and got in the passenger seat. My train of thought was a wreck. I arrived at the hospital and went inside. I arrived my father's room.

"Appa I messed up and probably damage mom. I never wanted her to alone when I told her but I just wasn't thinking right. I need you right and we all do. Please appa help me. I was rapes and I'm pregnant. Heck I'm married now too. Baby Mustafah is crawling while Mohammed and Alesha are getting older by the day. Appa wake up" I cry while hugging my father.

"Khadijah please get up" Ari says standing in front of the doorway.

"I'm not going anywhere until he wakes up" I say stubbornly.

"You have to Khadijah" He says pleadingly

"Ari I made up my mind. I'm not leaving until he wakes up!" I yell. My emotions are everywhere. These hormones are killing me. My phone began ringing before he could say anything.

"Assalamu Alaikum mom?" I answer

"Khadijah mommy isn't feeling well. She said to call you." Mohammed says panicking

"Where is she Mohammed?" I ask worried

"In her room what do I do?" He asks crying

"Mohammed baby don't cry I'll be right there just look after Mustafah and Alesha until I get there okay?" I say

"Please hurry I'm scared." He says

"Okay baby I love you Asalamu Alaikum." I say hanging up and running to my car. Once I got to the car I explained everything Mohammed told me so far. I began speeding and reached there in half the time. I run up to my mom's room.

"Mom are you okay?!" I yell

"Yeah I just got dizzy and nauseous but Alhamdulilah I'm okay." She says looking away. She could make eye contact with my and when I tried to hug her she put her hand out to stop me. Does she blame me too? She must have known I didn't do it intentionally. She must have. She must have because she is different. I begin to back away from her to where my back is against the wall and I slide down in to a fetal position. I begin cry again and bury my head in my knees.

"Khadijah who did that?" My father asked angrily whilst gold my arm which was covered in blood. "Tell me who did it" He says sternly as if he was losing his patience.

"It was Ehsan" I say looking down

"Okay come and let's get ice cream then go home so your mother can patch your arm up" He says putting my on his shoulders. After he took me home he told my mom what happened and he left. I later found out he went to Ehsan's parents and told them the next time any of them came near me, there wouldn't be a simple warning. My dad was an MMA fighter when he was younger then began a trainer when they got me. My father never let any of his children get hurt. He always protected us. I just wish he'd wake up. I was brought out of my thoughts when I felt someone's embrace. I looked up to see my mom with tears and a flash of guilt and pain in her eyes. I embraced her back and we stayed that way for hours.