A muslimahs tears

Chapter one

I walked up to my room. My mother yelling behind me.
"Your a lazy dog. Even pigs are better than you. I feel ashamed to call you my daughter"
These are words i hear everyday. A tear rolled down my cheek.
I knew the drill.
I grabed my scissors and rolled up my sleeeve. I counted to 3 and i slit five cuts through my wrists. Mum would never understand me. Nor does she even care about me. She doesnt even notice the cuts on my wrist.
No one notices them. I make sure that i always cover my wrists.
I lay in bed and started singing this nasheed that i heard over the radio. As i was singing i was unknowligly drifting of to sleep.
In the morning
I knew not to wake mother up. She was most cranky in the mornings. I tip toed into the bathroom and made my wudhu. I tip toed back into my room and read fajr.
Afterwards i got ready for school. I wore my school uniform and tightened my scarf. I walked downstairs took out a glass and had a big gulp of orange juice. I heard mother wake up. Instantly i ran out the house leaving a behind a note reading. "Went to school, see you later"