HER PSYCHOTIC HUSBAND

CHAPTER 3- THE TRAGEDY

💞When Almighty Allah loves someone,he afflicts him/her with trials💗💗

Normal POV:

The tragic death of her father shattered her into pieces. She was completely broken from inside, but had to pretend to be strong for her mother.

"Inna-lil-laahi Wa-inn-na ilai-hi
Raa-ji-oon"
(Supplication_Translation):
Indeed we belong to Allah and Indeed to Him we will return.

After hearing the sad news, her mother could not endure the pain and had a severe nervous breakdown. She was the only one who was brave enough to handle this pain with patience.

She had lost her dad and also all the bravery because her DAD was her strength and now she had no strength left in her soul. But somehow she managed to stay strong in front of her mom. Now, her mom was the only one left for her in this big world.

It's been a week since the incident, and her mom was recovering slowly. She stick herself beside her mom not leaving her alone for even a second. Just a few minutes before, she convinced her mom to have dinner and strictly warned her to sleep.

After making her sleep peacefully, she took her diary and started writing everything. She slowly cried in pain, being careful not to awake her mom.

Rikza's POV:

I went to school jubilantly recalling my Dad's advices. Surely, I will make this time worth it.

Later, it had been only an hour passed,when my principal called me.

How can I be called by the principal when I'm considered amongst one of the best students? Did someone complained about me?

Well, I didn't do anything wrong, but may be someone who is jealous of me
(for random reasons) could have done this cheap tricks. Strange!
I sighed and knocked at the door.

Never ever did I expected to hear the death news of my DAD. I wiped my tears that were steadily falling on my cheeks. I just could not handle this. I was in a state of shock.

I know that she might not crack a joke. Her expressions were serious. Her statement dwelling in my mind, I ponder upon each and every word traumatically.

I just ran from the school, not even waiting for my uncle who informed her the news and had said her that he'll pick me up.

I started running in the streets, completely not caring the stares of the people.

"Daddu"...I screamed all the way along the lawn and reached the hall to see people trying to console mommy and when they heard my cries and screams, they sprinted away with piteous expressions on their faces.

I gulped the tears as I looked at mom who was sleeping, yet with a little restlessness in her face. I turned off the light and came to my room so as to not disturb her by my muffled cries.

I don't want my weak side to be exposed to her. I should stay strong for her sake. I continued to reflect my words on my diary once again as I recalled the horrible incident.

I held mommy as I engulfed her in a hug. We both cried for our destruction when suddenly I felt my mom falling weak. As I parted
myself to check on her, she goes numb. All her features were getting senseless.

I called her, but no response. It was just a matter of seconds, then she fainted. Aunty and uncle took her to the hospital, and I stayed at home totally depressed with my agony.

I just couldn't handle my dad leaving alone, so muffin took me to the mosque.We stayed in a room there. After the burial & the janazah prayer,we went to the hospital. Aunty was alone with mommy, cause uncle had to attend the prayer. We heard the sad news of mommy having nervous breakdown.

Muffin was there with me all the time. Its been a week since the incident,and mommy recovered from the trauma a little bit.

Aunty went to her home today.
Well, How long could she stay with us? Anyway, she convinced us to stay with her but I somehow delayed the plan.

Until my exam finishes, I assured Aunty that we will stay here and then might consider to stay with her after my finals. Maybe we are ought to stay with her throughout our lives.

Sadly, we had no other option.
How can a WIDOW with her DAUGHTER could stay alone in this cruel society all their life??

Life has turned into a mess, but I don't wanna give up. I'll stay brave
(or atleast just pretend to be) and somehow manage to live my life normally.

My life right now is like a math's problem. It has so many confusions, but I also knew that when there's a problem, there comes a solution too.

Now both my Life and my happiness lies in the smile of my mother. I'll make sure to lead the path where she could come back to the normal life. It's really difficult but it's not impossible either.

I'll try my best to score the highest position inorder to keep my dad's last wish a.k.a my promise. Last but not the least thing, I'll make sure that I would make my Dad proud,
In sha Allah.

I kept my diary and went to the washroom to wash my tear stained face. I performed my ablution and then changed my clothes to a comfy PJ's. I supplicated the Du'ah before sleep could engulf me in a warm hug.

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Narrator's section(A/N) :

Assalamu Alaikum everyone!
A sad chapter.

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