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A love story that knew no boundaries.
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EIRA
"You shouldn't even be talking about him and here you are, asking Allah for him?!" My mother accused me.
The one time she decides to talk to me and she has this to say.
"Zara Sharam nahin rahi tum main Eira. (You aren't even ashamed anymore) I can't believe you are turning like this. I raised you better than this!" She yelled again.
I wiped away my tears and stood up from the prayer mat.
I folded the mat and sat on the bed.
"You guys don't talk to me and now that I am talking to Allah, you have a problem with that too. Ammi? (Mother)?" I said softly sniffing. I didn't have the power in me to yell at her.
"Yes. You can talk to Allah. But Allah doesn't appreciate these sort of wishes." She responded.
"You don't know what Allah appreciates mom. Nobody does." I replied.
It had been a week ever since I had been caught, my semester had ended and therefore we had a break, so I wasn't allowed to leave my home..
I felt like a criminal in jail.
"Eira! Bas! (Stop)" My mother firmly said.
That was it for me.
"What do you want mom? I can't go anywhere. I don't have my phone. I can't go with ny friends. I'm trapped here and now I can't even pray in peace? I made a mistake in your eyes. I get it and I'm so sorry about it. But can you people stop hurting me!" I kept rambling.
"Nobody understands me and that is okay. But at least talk to me. At least let me go out. I'm not stupid. I just want to be free mom. For ten minutes even. But I do. Just please." I begged and I could feel her eyes soften.
Good Eira. Soften her a bit more. Shed tears.
I started crying. Thank God for drama classes in high school.
"I'm sorry mom. But I-i can't live like a prisoner." I sniffed again.
"Don't you love me anymore ammi? I thought you and I didn't have to communicate through words. I thought you understood me mum." I said and tears pooled in her eyes.
"It wasn't in my control to love him. It just happened mom. But I still am sorry. Can't you see that? Can't you see me hurting mama?" I questioned and this time every tear was real.
"Can't you see me crying? Can't you feel my pain?" I whispered.
Mothers are the most emotional and the most innocent creatures on earth. I wasn't angry at mom for exposing me in front of my brothers, but I certainly was sad that she had preferred telling my brothers instead of talking to me.
