"So" I started, getting comfortable on my bed, "There's a girl who'll be transferring to our year"
"Really?" Ameera asked, her big brown eyes and mouth wide open, as if it was impossible to believe that somebody could move to a different school.
I...
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Sadia's POV
"Asalam Alaikum wa rahmatu allah" I turn my head to my right, then do the same and turn to my left.
Sitting down for a few more moments, I read ayat al kursi and make a few duas for my mother. I pray that one day I'll join her in heaven with my brother.
I pray for all those poor families who have been severely affected by my dad's disgusting behaviour.
I pray that one day humans will realise they actually need to be human and stop with all their pathetic acts. I pray that all those affected by the Taliban, by ISIS, by Boko Haram, will one day be avenged. I pray that they go to Jahannam and feel the pain they've caused these people. Innocent people.
I get up and fold the prayer mat then place it on my desk, keeping it there so I can find it straight away when I wake for fajr.
Man, you'd be surprised at how frustrating it is when we get up and we can't find our hijabs or our mats. Like HELLO! I NEED TO PRAY BEFORE THE SUN COMES OUT!
Taking off my hijab, I place it right on top of the mat so I won't lose that either.
I get into bed, immediately relaxing into the soft, silky, comfortable sheets. I start reading a few verses from the Quran, and before I know it, sleep comes over me.
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"You think you're free don't you?" He grins, showing his yellow teeth.
"Please" I whimper, "s-stay away from me" I move back, my back now touching the wall as he steps forward, with his gun in his hand. He holds it with pride, as if it's a GOOD thing.
"Oh but you are my daughter, my blood, I'll ALWAYS be with you, my darling"
"NOOOO!" I scream and then I'm gone. I'm not with him anymore, I'm in my bed. My pillow wet from the tears and my clothes sticking to me like second skin from the sweat. I feel like I could bathe in my sweat right now. I feel disgusting.
Letting out a few shaky breaths, I uncover myself from all the covers and get out of my bed. I make my way to Othman's bedroom as he's the only person that could calm me down right now.
I open the door slowly, trying not to make too much noise, even though that's kind of pointless since I'll be waking him up anyway.
"Othman?" I whisper, praying in my head that he'd wake up.
"Othman please" I say and break down. I slide onto the floor, and just cry. I cry out all the anger, all the pain.
"Sadia? Sadia, oh god, come here" Othman's voice startles me. I don't respond but carry on crying.
Next second I feel his big arms wrap around me. And we sit there, for a while, half an hour maybe, with me sobbing in his arms.
"Inna ma'a al usri yusra (and with hardship, comes ease)" was the last thing I heard before I, once again, fell into a deep slumber.
