Ayesha's POV
I sat in the cold silent room, all alone. It's 2 in the morning, where is he?
I slowly replayed the whole day in my head. I can not even imagine what Haadiya is feeling. Imagine a man touching you without your consent. That is a disgusting act Lamih did.
I sat upright on the bed and I could feel my eyelids getting heavy. My mind was nearly shut off when I heard the lock click. I jumped up and saw it was Kaab. I watched him take his shoes off. He put his shoes to the side and looked up at me.
"Why didn't you go to sleep yet?" He asked. His voice was sharp, like a knife.
"I was waiting for you." I answered.
He grabbed his sweatpants and headed towards the bathroom. He walked out a few minutes later changed.
I watched his every move as he turned the lamps off and got into bed. I thought for a few minutes.
Should I ask him how he is?
Maybe I shouldn't?
Wait, should I?I decided on staying quite, and I too lay down to sleep. After a few breaths of silence Kaab started talking.
"You know when my parents died, I promised myself we weren't going to be taken care of."
I turned around to face Kaab but he was still facing the other side. I waited for him to say more.
"I promised myself I would take care of Haadiya. I promised myself that whatever happens, Haadiya comes first, That my full time job would be to make sure no one ever hurt my little sister."
His voice cracked, and I could feel his heart break.
"We already were scarred because of mum and dad. I didn't want any more pain in our lives. I wanted to live with her in a small little house in peace. I wanted her to go live her life freely. Something she didn't get to do while our parents were alive. She went out to uni, she made friends, she ate, slept and lived like a normal teen. But now..."
There was a long pause of silence, as I took in each and every word of his. I let his words touch my heart. My eyes watered at the thought of their past.
He sighed and turned around. I looked at his pain stricken face. His eyes were cast downwards, as if the shame was eating him up.
I lifted my hand towards him and moved his tousled hair out of his face.
"Ayesha I failed." He grabbed my hand and laid it on his chest.
"It hurts here Ayesha. It hurts me just thinking about it. What would she be going through." His body started shivering and shaking as his sobs filled the silent room.
Our bodies made contact as he pulled me towards him and dug his head in the crook of my neck.
"I failed keeping my little sister safe. I-I broke my promise. Once again she is scarred. And I think this time, she will never recover."
I laid there as still as a rock. His words kept ringing in my ears. I could feel his raggedy breath, his broken tears.
I wanted to say something, anything to comfort him. But I didn't know what to. My mind went blank as I too started shivering, thinking of Haadiya. That innocent girl, pure as a pearl. Being touched by a disgusting man.
But deep down I knew this was all my fault, I should have never became friends with Haadiya. Then I would've never met Kaab and then Lamih would have never gotten jealous of Daamin and thought there was something going on between the two. I cursed at myself for shoving myself into their perfect world. Lamih was trying to mark Haadiya.
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Destinies Choice
SpiritualAyesha is your average 22 year old muslimah who goes to University. A muslimah who doesn't wear a hijab. All her life she has been asked the same question " Where is your hijab?" She got bullied since she was 10 by her so called sweet cousins Badia...