Broken trust

CHAPTER ONE

As an ideal Muslim wife, I was taught that my paradise lies under my husband's feet. I try my best to keep my marriage but if I am right today is exactly two months that I hardly see my husband let alone talking to him, I have asked several times but to no avail.

I was cleaning his room, sorting his clothes removing those that needed laundry when a strange paper fell down. I picked it up and I saw what confused me, what brought the end of my marriage. I love my husband.

The paper was a tall sheet and names were written on it some of which I know and many which I don't. But what shocked me the most was my father's name. I asked myself what he was doing with these names. Is he a killer? And suddenly I said to myself, NO he cannot be a killer because if he was one I would know. Little did I expect my husband was not whom I thought he was?

My name is Amal and this is my story.

It was on a Saturday evening my sisters and I were taking a walk around our area when my elder sister asked for water so my younger sister Feedy went to get it across the road. We continued walking but this time a little slow so Feedy could catch up. All we heard was the screeching sound and how the driver struggled for the breaks, the image of terrified people running to the scene. Suddenly the place was full, many were shouting all sorts of prayers, we ran to the scene and what we saw terrified us, it was Feedy. The driver came out, he was a handsome young man. I was amazed how I even caught a glimpse of him. We ran and cried at the same time. My elder sister Beebah ran to my sister while I hijacked the young man whom I just admired but now I looked like someone who wanted to kill, I held his neck so tight and choked him until he started coughing, it took a lot of strength and help but still I didn't let him out of my grasp. I wasn't thinking all I wanted to do then was to kill him. To avenge my sister's death because to me she looked dead though I wasn't sure, But what I was sure about was, if she dies, he follows.

Beebah shouted my name 'AMAL let go of him Feedy needs help'. That was when I released my hands from him, my thoughts came rushing, it was my sister that was in pain and needed attention. They put her in the car and we entered also. He drove away.

At the hospital, Feedy was taken to an emergency room. We didn't know what was happening in there; all we did was cry and pray. The man was even more confused than we were. We sat on the chairs but he stood, he kept roaming about until Beebah asked him to seat. I was annoyed and struck her shoulders. 'let him keep standing because if anything happens to her he won't be able to sit for the rest of his miserable life.' I said out of anger and beebah gave me the look that meant keep shut you are not helping.

None of us thought of calling home. We thought we could handle it but its way far ahead of us. Feedy is badly hurt. Beebah went out to get us something to eat and to call our parents. The young man sat on her seat close to me. 'I'm Hameed'. He said looking at my face. 'Like I care'. That was rude of me but I couldn't help myself I just hate him. 'I'm sorry about all this, I have never hit someone in my life, and I'm a careful driver'. He explained. 'Mr Hameed here is a little piece of advice, why don't you stop your petty talks and start praying my sister gets well because if something happens to her you are going to regret it.' I said but this time more calm than usual. That's part of my character, I talk a lot but whenever I'm angry I get calmer.

At about 9:00pm the doctors were done and as if on cue, my parents came in. The doctor said she was going to be fine a little fracture on her leg. Well I guess it's not as bad as I thought it will be.

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