Safar Zindagi Ka

Chapter 8 - Painful conversation

A/N- Salaam my readers!

How are you all?

New chapter!!! Yaaayy???

I wrote it in a hurry so please forgive my mistakes and also correct me too. Please give me some response guys because if I don't know how it is then how do I continue???

Haya's POV

I had a great time yesterday and I slept so well after the meal even though the soup was bland and dreadful and of course Menna had to laugh at my expression when I ate the first morsel.

"Yaar tera munh to jaise sour lemon ki tarah hogaya hai oye!" She whispered and slung her arm around my shoulders and laughed out loud.

After the meal cooked by two girls and a mentor, we had to clean up. It was not much really because everyone has an equal part to do. There was a paper in front of the basin and there was written who had to do what, like a schedule.

The house was really big so everybody had to do a part and we were with eight so it went much better. Everyone was friendly during all of it but I wanted to be alone. I felt lonely even with so many people around me.

Menna made jokes and sang hard with the music from the tv. She was a cheery little bird but I don't know how you live here in this house which the mentor call as our homes. It wasn't our homes. It was a prison for us to separate us and isolate us from the outside world, from our famile and friends.

"How can she still be happy?" I asked myself while drying the dishes.

"Kya soch rai ho???" Menna whispered touching my shoulders scaring me.

I shook my head but she held my arm and asked the same question again. I sigh and removed her hand from my arm.

"Please leave me alone Menna," I begged and ignored her shouts and took off towards the hall, up the stairs and into my room.

I didn't want to talk and I felt depressed but I know Menna won't leave me alone. I was getting fed up from everything. I wanted to talk to Amee but I can't tell these so called mentors that I have a mom. Menna also won't let me use the phone to call Amee.

Menna would always say "wait until they have a conversation with you telling you about the rules and also about the phone." I locked my room and cried. I felt suffocated and I thought I was going crazy. I felt dizzy all of a sudden and fell asleep.

A knock woke me up and when I looked towards the table the alarm showed that it was 9:00 am. I called out a come in even though I know the so called mentors have keys to open it even if I locked the door.

The door unlocked and it was some woman. She looked asian fron her face and her brown skin colour. I didn't recognize her but she smiled at me when she saw me staring at her. She walked in and gave me a hand.

"Toos. You speak English good?"

I nodded and shook her hand. "Yes. Haya by the way and nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too. You manners good, eh?"

I do? Wow! I stopped myself from going into my wonderland and nodded.

Kaisa naam hai toos?

Kabhi suna hi nai . Toos toast hai? Allah jane...

"You have to come down. We're going to have a little talk about you and the rules and regulations of this house."

I didn't know what Menna meant for the "rules" until she said this. I was starting to get scared of it but she smiled and said it was no big deal. We walked downstairs together and into a room.

It was a white room with a heater close to the window and three computers plus bookshelves. They were out. She told me to stay put and sit down and make myself comfortable.

"Comfortable my ass," I thought as I sat down on a chair close to the heater. She came back in five minutes with a pen and a book.

"My english not so good so I'm going to call a translator okay? Because then you can talk in your mother language and you can understand better.

I shook my head and told her that I'm fine without a translater. "I understand what you say so it's fine."
I felt rather uncomfortable that somebody else will also be included in my private matters and I didn't want that.

"So we're here to talk of course and I have a few points and questions. Be honest," she stressed, on the honest word mostly.

I nodded quickly and she opened the book and began writing in dutch. I had no idea what she was writing and it was all so weird.

"First of all, why did you came to Netherland, I mean Holland?" She asked staring at me.

"I was in danger that's why," I lied straight to her face and I knew that she knew I was lying.

"Where are you from?" She went on. "Because you didn't had a passport with you at all if I'm right?"

"My travel agent told me to tear it and I tore it." I didn't lie with this one though.

"Why?" She asked with a frown.

"Because he would have killed me if I hadn't done it," I replied tears filling my eyes remembering the threat from the agent.

"Did he... I mean touch you anywhere?" She asked hesitantly looking at my every move.

I felt like crying a river and die in it. I want to never remember it again for the rest of my life and here she is asking me as if it's so frickin' normal!

"Yes he did! He raped me! Just let me go now! I'm finished here!" I yelled and stormed towards the door and close it with such force that the whole house hear the door slam I think.

I ran straight to Menna's room and saw that she was sleeping. I quietly lay down beside her and hugged her. She awoke but held me close to her, tucked and played with my hair. My eyes were closing and the last words I heard for her made my heart at peace.

"Inshallah humaare allah sab theek kardenge..."

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