A Muslim's Life

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Amna's POV

I quietly walked in Gamma's house. My aunt was sat at the window, the very window of where the parking lot was easily seen. The same parking lot in which I had gotten out of Walid's car.

She smiled dangerously "Tell me that my eyes are wrong".

I looked at her confused "Gamma...?"

Her hand came down hard on the table, such a terrifying sound the school books in my hands dropped and the cereal bowl fell onto the floor in pieces.

"It's your first day of school and your already hopping in cars with men?"

My eyes were tearing, one thing I took pride in was my modesty, it was my dignity. It was the self respect I showed myself when I went to school dressed appropriately, when I never engaged any form of intimacy until marriage. It was everything. To have my only aunt, a second mother to me question that? It tore at me, ripped every vein in my heart.

"Gamma...You don't u-understand!" My throat was clogging, I couldn't speak. The distrust and disgust in her eyes made me cry harder.

"Are my eyes lying Amna?!" Her eyes were blazing.

"Y-yes, ma-maybe. No, they aren't but-" I was stuttering like a fool and took a step back as Gamma stood up.

"You wear a scarf trying to show modesty and when you think I'm not there, you rip it off while in a car with a man?!" Her voice bellowed bouncing off the walls.

I was sobbing, I had nothing to defend myself with. I was a whore. Gamma was right.

"Gamm-"

Smack

A smack resounded the room as my beloved aunt who had never once even raised her voice at me slapped me on the face. Her own eyes filling with tears as she stared at her hand in horror, she shook her head at me.

"Don't call me Gamma. You don't deserve that privilege. Who knows what filth has been coming out of that mouth. You are to be home schooled and you are to not leave this house until you are engaged. Understood?".

She must have not seen the gleaming gigantic diamond ring on my wedding finger.

Spoke too soon.

Her eyes widened in pure horror looking at my hand.

"What the hell is this?!" She was shrieking and squeaking like an angry mouse.

"I'm engaged..." I barely whispered.

At this point she jerked away from me as if I was poison and headed for the stairs.

She paused for only a second looking back at me.

"I have never been more disappointed. I thought I knew you but today you've proven to be no different than my daughter. If you leave this house today to whomever that young man is. Don't bother returning"

She covered her mouth with her hand to prevent sobs and raced up the stairs.

I fell on my knees, head in hands. I did not care of the broken pieces of the cereal bowl that jabbed inside my knees. For that pain was nothing compared to the tremors of scars inside. My shoulders shook, tears rushing down my face in a race, legs bleeding from broken shards.

I cried for I knew Walid would take me. I cried for Gamma whom I would probably never see again. I laid on the floor awaiting Walid's arrival and an impending doom.

I had never believed, that anyone could harbor as much hate as I did for Walid at that moment.

I would get him back one day, and on that day he will be laying on the floor bleeding from shards inside and outside.