Why?
Why is my life upside down? Why can't I just be happy? Why did Annur have to do this?
I thought I escaped from my misery, I thought I've escaped from my curse. I thought everything will change. Why do I always end up this way? Why does my family have to treat me this way? Every single time history repeats itself. I can't even get loved by anyone, not even my husband, not anyone.
That moment when something bad happens, then you start to recall all other bad things in your life, that's how I feel now.
Flashback.
"Khalid, Khalid come over, come and taste the soup for me, I want to know if its nice, I don't want umma to say I can't cook. please come". I tell my brother as I stir the soup
"I'm coming hatina," Khalid yells as he ran to the kitchen. "Here I am." He meets me.
"Okay, so tell me how it tastes," I tell him while he nods and I take the ladle and put some on his palm.
"Ow hatina it hurts, ow my hand, its hurts" Khalid winces in pain as fear cowers my heart for my little brother.
"Ya Allah, I'm so sorry I didn't know, I didn't know it was too hot, I'm really sorry." I drop the ladle.
"Ahh hatina, my hand" my brother wails in pain.
"What's going on? Why is Khalid crying?" Umma comes rushing out.
"Umma I mistakenly burnt his hand with the ladle, it was a mistake..."
"You what? How could you?"
"Umma it wasn't on purpose".
"Of course, that's what you'll say, Oh I will teach you what's on purpose." In a twinkle of the eye I feel a very sharp hot pain at the back of my hand.
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Being his halal
RomanceHighest rank #38 in spiritual. Completed meet Hatina, a young muslimah who always dreamed of being loved, but anyone she loved never loved her back. Hatina always felt that the world hated her but still did not give up,although she had a rough chil...
