The Muslim Criminal

Chaapter 53 - Meeting him in jail

I enter the building with confidence, every step of mine sharp, my eyes covered by my shades, my posture just right, head held high.
Chief gives me a single nod before opening the door. I take a seat and wait for him to enter.

He comes in wearing the prisoners uniform, a look of hatred fills his face as he glares coldly at me. The officer sits him down and leaves. It's just me and him.

At first I don't say anything, I look at him with a neutral expression and he looks at me with a hateful expression. Then a small smile shows on my face.
"Nuh" I say taking off my shades. His glare gets worse.
"You got what you deserve Nuh, you would've never got away with this. In a way I'm helping you"
"How the fuck is jailing me helping me. Are you fucking crazy bitch! I knew you were out for revenge!" He shouts.
I purse my lips to stop myself from any comments.
"I will tape your mouth shut if you don't listen to me and shut up" I warn. He seems to take me seriously and doesn't say a word so I speak.
"You're not religious, but I try to be. If you didn't get any punishment in this world, you would've gotten a worse punishment in the Aakirah (afterlife). Not a single prick of pain occurs without Allah extracting some sins away. I know you still have a space in your heart for Allah, even though it may be small, think about it Nuh. Do you want to anger your Lord?" I sigh when all he does is glare at me coldly. Time to change my act.

"You killed my mother" I say with venom "the only person in the world who loved me, you killed her mercilessly and you expected to get away with it? Not only did you kill her. You left me with her dead body, an eight year old girl who knew nothing, you left me with her dead body for three days. Three days I spent without food, water, sleep, but I didn't care. Three days I spent with her rotting body but I didn't care. All I wanted was my mother to come back alive. Nuh, I was kneeling covered in blood beside her hoping for her to wake up while you, you were celebrating her death. You didn't care that you killed her, that you left me with her, you were and still are selfish!"

His eyes tear away from me. I let the tears fall. 10 years it's been since I've cried over this. Ever since I got jailed no tears fell from my eyes. Even when I told Ibrahim and Ayaan. Nothing, but now. I'm crying my eyes out. I take a deep breath to compose myself and laugh humorlessly.

"It was easy Nuh, to jail you. You were so careless with your secrets, you could never hide anything, you hid your illegal business papers in the library, in the most obvious place. That bump on the wall clearly looked like a secret area, on top of that I had won the trust of Ibrahim so getting evidence for his abuse wasn't hard, then we had to get evidence for the murder which was definitely the best. All I had to do was provoke you and you snapped, spilled everything you did with Amira, that's how easy it was. Yet, I couldn't leave it at that. I had to have my fun, so that day you almost died in a car crash, I was the driver. The time you got beaten by that drunken guy, that was a friend of mine and he wasn't drunk. When you lost your biggest contract I messed it up, I planned it"

"I knew you were the cause of it!" He snarls making me smirk evily.
"Well it wasn't Amira for sure"
"Why? Why didn't you just jail me if it was so easy?"

"Do you know what I went through in my first years of jail. I was beaten, tortured because I was saying the truth that was taken for a lie. They wanted me to admit to my crimes, crimes I didn't commit. Worst of all, we live in a western world where racism still takes place. Chief Yusef wasn't there in the first two years and them years were my worst nightmares. Those English men hit me like no tommorow just so I confess but I didn't. My mother taught me not to lie no matter what, and that's exactly what I followed. I was deprived from food until I was able to confess, every day they would grab me from my cell to the interrogation room and ask me thousands of questions all asking for the same thing. Did I kill my mother, did I kill those other people, did I commit any fraud? My answer was the same. Once I replied it started, hit after hit. It got so bad I lost so much blood I fainted. I was unconscious so they had no choice but take me to the hospital. When I came back, everyone was different, Chief Yusef was a new boss and he commanded everyone to leave me alone. He tried so hard to get me to open up to him but I couldn't, he tried so hard to help me. After what the other officers did to me I wasn't the same, I would flinch at every noise, start shaking whenever someone came next to me, I could tell it hurt him to see how I was. Gradually I did open up to him. He became my only hero, he helped me when I was abandoned. He became my father, my real father"