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and though mustafa held my hand and told me everything was going to be alright, the absolute next day he went and told my father. hooray! within the next couple of days, i was pulled out of all my classes and back to stay at 'home'.
my father refused to spare a glance my way.
he never sought me out to make him a cup of tea like he used to. he never asked me what was for dinner, he stopped requesting my handmade biryani and father never sat in the same room as me.
he was masking his fuming anger behind his silence and actions.
i knew he was listening outside the washroom every morning when i had morning sickness. i never had the courage to ask him for help. i was a washout anyway. i had no more reason to live.
my sickness got worse. i couldn't get out of bed. i knew something was wrong with me, something very wrong.
when i seeked out father, he made mustafa's mom came over a couple weeks later. she asked me if i was taking my medication regularly. vitamins and following dietary restrictions a pregnant woman should keep in mind.
what the heck did that mean?
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Short Story•Completed• "i'm sorry. it's not pity that i'm showing you, it's a goodbye to someone very special to me." Amna's life has been turned upside down and she is writing it all out as she buries the anguish burning inside her.
