Bowled Over By The Broken

Chapter 51: I'm Breaking

6th August, 2018

To my dear readers who have been generously extending your support to this book, and its characters, I love you all for the sake of Allah, and I hope Allah rewards you for your positivity and good intentions.

I put a disclaimer in my earlier chapter, but it's important to do that again especially now – This book is not for everyone, and Anabya is only a human, I refuse to make her a flawless, perfect Muslim. Part III is going to be an emotional roller coaster, but for those who stay till the end, I hope you enjoy the ride. <3

"Women of purity are for men of purity, and men of purity are for women of purity."

Surah an-Nur

Chapter 51:

I'm Breaking

There are some times in life, when you have no choice but to be strong. If you fall, you aren't going to shatter your world alone, but you'll take down everyone's life that's associated with you. And you can't risk the emotional trauma, for you'll never know what's worse; to break entirely and crumble, or to see those close to you suffer because you didn't find the courage to remain standing.

And so, Anabya looked on as Mariam released her husband and Shamaaz glanced her way, her eyes clearly delivering what her lips sealed.

So long, Anabya couldn't stomach the fact that he was perfectly alright being close with other girls in the name of his career, from where exactly was she supposed to find the patience to deal with this when it came to his ex?"

Nonetheless, she swallowed every emotion of hers, waiting for him to say something.

"Excuse us, Mariam, my wife and I were heading towards the dining room," he declared curtly, before grabbing Anabya's arm and heading towards the right, not even waiting for her reply.

The urgency of his actions was bizarre but Anabya decided to remain quiet, doing her best to not the sudden storm take her with it.

She willed herself to have sabr though, no matter how much she wanted to leave the venue and run away, she asked herself to take it easy. She tried to focus her thoughts towards their date tomorrow, and while she was on the verge of giving up on that idea altogether, and slap some sense into him instead, she bit her lip and pushed her heart to not give up just yet.

She was awfully silent as she sat down to eat, and her thoughts were being so brutal that although she had been starving earlier, she had no appetite left.

"You've hardly taken any food, Bya," Shaamaaz commented looking at her plate, and she just stared down, not replying to his statement, before trying to stomach the food.

She had just about taken two morsels when she started feeling uneasy, and she covered her mouth with her palm when she felt the food regurgitate from her stomach.

"You okay?" Shamaaz inquired, slightly worried.

"I need to go to the washroom," she replied forcefully, before she hurriedly stood up and followed the sign that led her to it.

Her fear for new and empty places vanished before her need to be alone as she stood before the sink, gazing at herself in the mirror, trying to get rid of this nauseous feeling but to no avail.