Third person POV
"NO!"
She gasps for air as her body is being crushed under his.
"STOP!" Rivers of tears fall from the innocent's eyes.
The heartless forces his lips on the innocent's as she squirms under him.
"I need air. I can't breath." She thinks to herself.
She feels hot and cold, and then hears a high pitched ringing in her ears.
He finally let's her go and she quickly crawls away from under him. Gasping for breath.
"ALLAH! HELP ME!"
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Haadiya shot up from her sleep. Drenched in tears and sweat.
She pulled her hair and itched her skin, trying to get rid of his touch.
I feel disgusting. She thought to herself.
She ran to the bathroom and turned on the shower.
I need to get rid of him.
As soon as the cold water came in contact with her skin she burst into tears.
She felt the need to rip her skin off. She couldn't get rid of him. He was etched into her skin. She yelled in pain as her heart broke into another million pieces.
Allah please forgive me! Oh Allah I am so impure. Help me please.
She slammed her fists into the wall as she slid down and hugged her knees to her chest.
She yelled for her sorrow. She yelled for her purity.
She yelled for her innocence.
She yelled for her happiness.She yelled for her life.
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Ayesha's POV
I tossed and turned in bed, trying to find some sleep. For some reason I couldn't go to sleep. I checked the time.
1:30
I groaned to myself and sat up. What does one need to do just to get some sleep.
I looked over at Kaab. He looked so peacefully in sleep and I kinda felt jealous of him.
I ran my hand through his hair and sighed to myself.
Suddenly I heard the shower running next door in Haadiya's room.
Wasn't she sleeping. What is she doing showering so late at night.
I found it odd that she was showering at this time of night so I decided to go check up on her. I opened the door to her room. It was dark except for the dim light caused by her night lamp.
I walked upto the bathroom door and knocked.
"Haadiya."
I was about to knock again when I heard loud yelling from inside the bathroom. It sounded like Haadiya.
I quickly opened the door and the sight I saw before me felt like a knife just stabbed my heart.
Haadiya sat there under the cold shower hugging her knees. Her screams echoed in the four walls.
I ran upto her and kneeled before her.
"Haadiya, sweety what's wrong." Ya Allah what happened to her. I cupped her face in my hands.
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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...