Amal

03 Apology

Amal's P.O.V

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"Why?" I asked in a whisper my eyes tearing up.

I've never filled so betrayed in my life neither had I thought I'll be betrayed by my father. But seriously who even does that anymore. I've never seen or heard of anyone getting in an arranged marriage and now it's happening to me.

"Why me?" I asked loudly this time around making him look down at me.

"Why won't you give me time to bring my own suitor like everyone? Or is it because of Ummah?" I asked again.

"I'VE TOLD YOU ALL AND THAT'S FINAL." He shouted making me flinch a little.

"But..."

"No buts." He said cutting me mid sentence.

"Abba he doesn't even know me". I said

"He'll eventually know you." He said flatly.

"But I don't love him." I tried again whether he would change his mind but it still didn't work his reply was still the same.

"You would learn to love him." He said anger evident in his voice.

"NO, I WON'T.." I started but couldn't complete my sentence as I was stop by a painful sting on my left chick which was accompanied by a sound as his hand made contact with my chick. I put my hand on the my chick looking at him hurt and disbelieve evidenced in my eyes and a tear slip from my eye before standing up and I went out.

I headed to the only place that gives me relief and peace in the whole world which is my mother's apartment. I opened the door slowly before entering and locked it with a key. I crept to her room and lay on her bed before my lacrimal gland bursted and the tears started rushing.

I can't believe it. Just because of some marriage he hit me for the first time in my life. Why would I be forced to marry someone I've never seen in my life.

I really miss my mum. All this won't happen if she was hear. She would throw a tantrum till my dad changes his mind but in her absence I have no one to stand up for me. The only thing I need to do is to accept and let him do anything with my life.

I cried till I was driven into a deep slumber.

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I woke up to the sound of the magrib Adhan and everything came rushing back to me. I felt so exhausted and sick. I slowly stood up to perform ablution to pray.

"Astagfirullah". I said remembering that I slept off without offering my Ashr prayer.

I prayed Ashr and Magrib before heading back to my apartment.

I have lectures tomorrow so I decided to read before Isha but ended up crying my heart out again.

I took a long hot shower to wash the worries off before praying Isha.

I changed into my straight night gown, took my medicines before going to sleep which I got after turning and tossing for almost two hours before drifting into la-la-land.

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I woke up to the most annoying sound, my alarm. I felt like destroying it just to let me sleep peacefully. It's not up to two hours I fell asleep after subh and now this stupid alarm is waking me up.

I stood up from my bed, did my morning toilet routine before getting dressed in my red A gown with stone work that started from the chest to the upper stomach. Then used some foundation to conceal the dark circles under my eyes and also my now bruised chick and added some khol to make my eyes look normal. I put some lipstick on then wrapped my veil on.