Take off your Hijab (Rewriting)

I wanted to the return the favor✅

"Having someone who cares about you is like having your own personal marvel superheroes combined ALL in one person"

Dedicated to ginny_luna_hermione

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Third person's POV

Azad's voice reverberated through the vice principal's office, sharp and trembling with a raw fury that made the room feel small, suffocating. Her small hands, clenched into fists, slammed against the polished wooden desk with a force that defied her slight frame, causing the vice principal to flinch visibly.

"How can you possibly claim this school is safe?" Azad's voice, a tempest of rage and despair, cut through the air. "My sister was beaten, shoved under water—filthy toilet water—until she almost drowned, then left unconscious. Her life is hanging by a thread, and you think this place is safe?" Her eyes, usually soft and warm, now blazed with a mixture of fury, fear, and an unyielding protectiveness.

The vice principal, pale and visibly shaken, tried to respond, her voice quivering, "I'm so sorry, Miss Adnan—"

But Azad cut her off, her voice slicing through the air like a blade. "It's Mrs. Hakeem now, not Adnan anymore!" Her tone was venomous, an outpouring of deep-seated pain and anger. "Don't you dare apologize to me! You have no idea what it's like to watch someone you love fight for their life, lying there, unresponsive, her eyes closed for more than a week since this nightmare began."

The vice principal was barely holding it together as Azad's words crashed over her like a tidal wave. The intensity in Azad's eyes was palpable, a mixture of anguish and guilt that threatened to crush her.

"I swear, I didn't know anything about this, Mrs. Hakeem," the vice principal stammered, her voice small, almost pleading. But Azad was far from appeased.

"I don't want your empty excuses!" Azad's voice was a jagged edge, cutting through any attempt at reconciliation. "If anything happens to Amal, I will make sure the media knows. The entire world will hear how unsafe this school is, how it's a breeding ground for racism, and how my sister was targeted because of her faith. We'll take you to court, and I'll see to it that this place is shut down."

Beside Azad, Abtal stood firm, his presence amplifying her words. His voice was cold, a chilling contrast to the heat of Azad's fury. "If anything happens to her, you won't just hear from us. We'll ensure that the media, the courts—everyone knows what kind of institution you're running here." His gaze was unyielding, a silent promise of the storm that would follow.

Azad slammed her hands on the table again, her voice breaking under the weight of her emotions. "This isn't just about Amal waking up—though God, that's all I want. For her to just open her eyes, to breathe on her own again." A sob broke free from her throat, and she collapsed into Abtal's arms, her strength finally giving way to the grief she had been holding back.

The vice principal's heart ached at the sight of Azad breaking down, the reality of the situation settling in with an almost physical weight. She had been unaware of the pain that had been festering beneath the surface of her school. Guilt gnawed at her, and she silently prayed for Amal's recovery, knowing that if the worst happened, Azad and Abtal would stop at nothing to hold her accountable.