A Rusty Girl

Chapter 4

It was continiously the 9th week of her choas exaggerated from the corner of some peacfull indifferent curves of her smashed piece of wisdom..!
She puts step on stinging floor feeling the soft fork as the huge amount of cotton flourished on the earth..!
But sometimes denying some facts are as strenuous as climbing on the largest mountain and leaping at once..
She stands through her courageous intensions, Walked to the window and opened the curtains of darkness..
The room was lighten up as her mind roaming some mixed ideas and the pills on side table was the best source to get releif for every disarray situation but she found that suicide was not the solution..!
With all the courage she dragged her self to the sink , Get abluted and decides to bow down ..
Prostrating blessed her with peace of her chaos..
This made her stone and the steel ..
She gets up with tears drizziling from the corner of her dark eyes ..!
She lift The Sacred book "Quran"
As she opened a random Surah, The Best Message for her was :

" It is He Who hath made you (His) agents, inheritors of the earth: He hath raised you in ranks, some above others: that He may try you in the gifts He hath given you: for thy Lord is quick in punishment: yet He is indeed Oft-forgiving, Most Merciful"
Surah Al-A'raf: 7 Ayah: 129

She smiled after months when she contemplated on the words "It Is He Who hath made you (His) agents, Inheritors of earth;
She got the the reason why she was choosen to look after her parents but not for both, for the only one of them.
After alot of prayers and rolling down the tears when she felt peaceful, I was sitting infront of her and she understood the questions circulating in my eyes.
I could not speak anything but was staring her continiously.
Maha, I am very much confused, Please let me know what happened to you, I finally break the chain of silence and spoke out while holding the cup of tea she offered.
She was peaceful, may be for those verses she read from a Sacred Book.
she gazed at me and passed a hoax beautiful smile but deep down there was fright which I could only see.
Qudsia,
You are blessed, she spoke.
On which perspective you are saying this, I asked.
And then she replied Qudsia You are blessed because you have a family, you all live together, you share the problems, You have Father and Mother for listening your problems, For taking care of you, You don't have any tensions regarding your future or present,
Qudsia You are blessed but I am not,
She burst into tears again.
Beside of leting me to speak anything she continued..!
Qudsia you know when I was at the age of 7 years, I heard that my father is passed away in an accident, and we even didn't see his dead body, I was very little at that time, I cried but not much because my mother calmed me through some sought of candies etc,
I was immature at that time.
A year passed and my mother tied a knot with a man who usually used to come to our home after the death news of my father.
My mother explained me that he is your father and you have to be the tractable of him, She further explained that my Father has borrowed some money from this person (she tied a knot with) and He (my father) could not pay back his money and sold us to this man.
And that was the day I started hating my father,
I was a child of 8 or 9 years at that time and could not think deeply on our present situation.
That So called father, who used to act like a loving father infront of my mother and after her, His nasty looks slits me through the whole body hurriedly.