Ikraam's POV
I woke up around 5am by the sound of the irritating alarm that's beside my bed.
I dragged my feet to the toilet took my bath and performed ablution. I prayed nawafils and started reading Quran before they call the subhi prayers .
After I performed the subhi prayers, I went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for us. Today's menu is Tea and sandwich so I don't have much to do.
After I finished ,I served it on the dinning table and packaged some for ilhaam coz she goes to school with it. I washed some dirty dishes and went to my room to eat my food. Just before I was about start eating, I had my step mum calling.
"Maryam! Maryam! Come downstairs quickly", I heard her calling . "Yes mum", I answered "what are you doing up there," she asked.
"I was having my breakfast ".
"Breakfast!" She exclaimed.
"What were you doing since that you never had your breakfast".
"I was preparing ilhaam's breakfast." I replied.
"Just to prepre ilhaam's breakfast almost took you the whole day?"
"No I....." She interrupted me before i finished my sentence."Just shut up you ungrateful bitch , take this money and the list ,I want you to buy the things on the list in the nearby supermarket . " she said harshly.
"But.... " I opened my mouth to complain but she shut me up.
"no if and buts just do as I said." She ordered.
I took the money , went upstairs and carried my hijab and headed out of the house. That's how she treats me every time, I am now use to it. My stomach grumbles because I didn't it my breakfast . I decided to stay by a nearby shop just next to my house I both a sandwich and ate it there .
I took a bus to Garki supermarket. I drop off from the bus and headed to the entrance, just as I was about to enter , I froze! My purse and the money is no where to be found.i was dumbfounded . I have no idea of what to do now ,my step mum is going to kill me today . I turned to follow the bus but unfortunately it left .
Then I remembered that I have to submit my form in the university ,I got a scholarship and applied for medicine in Baze university Abuja. I turned and stated walking because I don't now what to do next , I am going to miss my last chance of my education. I don't even know where am going to , I found a sit and sat down by the roadside crying like a mad woman. Just then I saw I car approaching me.
Zahra's POV.
I was going to Garki supermarket when I saw a young girl of about eighteen years crying by the roadside. God only knows what happened to this girl and from her looks she does not look like homeless . I told the drive to stop the car near her. As we approach her, I can sense that she's afraid . I came out of the car and ask.
" young girl, whats the matter" I waited for her replay but none came . " don't be afraid am not hear to harm you." I assured her.
I then saw that she's crying more as I talk to her. I sat down near her and said
"it might be difficult to share things with a strange , but at list just tell me what's the reasons behind your tears?" The girl didn't seem like ok seriously ."Pls tell me your problem, maybe I can help, you don't look like a homeless child "
"I would like to know your problems".
Ikraam's POV
She said it, she finally said it. Of course am homeless, am homeless because I don't have anybody to care for me like other young girls out there. And I think this is my first time to see some one caring for me like this woman.should I tell her my problems? Or should I keep quite and continue crying like an idiot?
"crying will not solve anything dear" the woman said again. Is she reading my mind? I think I should tell her my problems, Because she does not look like an evil woman. " what should I tell you now, I don't even know where to start."
" just tell me, maybe I can help ." she said
I told her the whole story that happened today. "then go home and tell her what you told me , am sure she will understand." She assured me.
" you don't know my step mum,that's why you said this" I said.
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