Prolog

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A girl is shown. All her clothes on the ground. Her hijab thrown off somewhere. She is tight to the bed.
A man drinks his coffey with a smirk on his face.
Crying can be heard from where the girl is in.
The girl has Hazel eyes full of tears. Her beautiful blond curly hair a mess.
Her face showing her innosence.
The man enters in the room.
"Wifey, again tomorrow. Did you understand ? Don't think to not agree and make me angry." He said, his lustful eyes looking her whole body.
The girl started crying loud.
Not saying even a word.
The man clanched his jaw and slapped her on her back.
"Ahh!" The girl yelled in pain.
"You will listen to me!" He growled.
The man left her a note and untied her before leaving.
"What's this test, ya Allah?" The girl said, trying to get up.
"I am Fatima. That's my story.'

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