On The Wings Of Dream

Chapter 3: caught.

"Where are you coming from this late night?".

Abbu, her father asked, anger clearly ringing in his voice.

Now she was trapped. Beads of sweat could be clearly seen on her face. This is real trouble!

"Yusrah immediately after fajr, meet me in my room".

He said before storming back to his room, fuming.

She know she is in hot soup now. Abbu doesn't yell or shout, but his punishment will be so severe she prefers beating. And who knows what it might be this time!

Yusrah quietly slipped in
to the room she share with her siblings, La'eebah and Sabeerah. It was a small cemented-floored room with just two matresses and bagcos containing their clothes, which was sawn only during eid.

She sat down on her mattress which was on the cement floor at one corner of the room.

She held her head in her hands, regretting ever following jay boy. And the worst thing is the shopping bag she left behind. That bag contained expensive perfumes oo!

She hissed and stood up and changed into a wrapper and lay down on her mattress, pondering over what happened. How could jay boy think of taking advantage of her? She never thought he could do this! She put herself in this, right?

With that thought, she fell asleep.

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"Kehhhh Yusrah its time for fajr. Wake up!".

Ummi said, tapping her roughly. She mumbled the supplication said after waking up from sleep and stretched like the lazy girl she is.

She lazily dragged herself out, the cold morning breeze hit her face making her shiver.

She went over to the only toilet which was behind the rooms. It was built with mud and a wrapper was tied, serving as a door.

She shook her head, wishing their house was better than this.

She entered the toilet, eased herself and came out.

She performed ablution and went back inside the room to pray.

She looked for her prayer mat but couldn't find it where she kept it yesterday on her small Ghana must go.

"Sabeerah, La'eebah, where is my prayer rug?!".

She shouted in annoyance. She had warned them not to touch any of her personal belongings, bacause that was the second thing she hates of being poor, though the poverty itself was it.

"Why are you shouting at them this early morning?".

Ummi said from outside.

"Ummi I couldn't find my prayer mat!".

"Can't you pray on another one? Or is there no other prayer mat in this house ehh?".

She stomped her feet angrily on the floor.

She opened her bag and brought out her clean hijab, and spread one of her wrappers on the floor to pray on.

After finishing her two rakaat prayer, she folded up her wrapper and went outside.

Ummi was making koko (pap), La'eebah was washing plates, while sabeerah was sweeping. Her other siblings went to fetch water from a nearby borehole.

"Ummi ina kwana (good morning)".

She knelt in front of her mother and greeted.

Ummi mumbled a reply, and said;