Pure At Heart

Pure At Heart (24) Alhamdulillah A'ala Kulle Haal

"If Allah has taken from you that which you could've never imagined losing, He will give you that which you could've never imagined owning."

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I stared at her. Why was she doing this? Wasn't she my mother?

"Mami, is everything ok?" I asked her. I was concerned she was not feeling well, because she had never been harsh to me before.

"I am in my senses and feeling very well. You are not going to step inside as long as I breath under this roof", she glared at me. Expressionless, I kept staring at her. Right that moment, Hafsa came behind her and told mami to go inside. She walked inside as if she was about to cry.

"Hamna, come in", Hafsa said as she hugged me. I hugged her back and then looked at her. "What is going on Hafsa?" I asked her.

She looked down. "You'll soon find out", she said.

"Why don't you tell me?" I stopped her. I needed to know what was going on before I could face baba.

"Zayd's mom called and told mami all that happened at your house. About the love letter, the Dylan incident, the Joshua incident, everything", she finished. I shook my head aggressively.

"Hafsa you know that's a lie. You know what was going on. I didn't do anyth-

"I know you didn't do anything. I know you're innocent and I've been trying to tell mami and baba that too. But they wouldn't listen. I guess they're just scared to trust you now", her eyes filled with tears as she stroked my cheek. "But don't worry. Allah will do justice. Lets go inside."

Hafsa led me into the living room where mami and baba were watching the television.

"Assalamualaikum mami. Asslamualaikum baba", I said as I sat down in front of them. Baba glared at me and then at mami. She glared at me as well. I looked down. How do I begin? I didn't know what to say, so without thinking for another second I blurted "I'm innocent!"

"No! You're a devil. You're a shaytan. You've bought nothing but sadness to this house and family. You are a curse and wherever you go, you destroy everything. I wish you didn't exist!" baba shouted. I started sobbing. It didn't hurt when Zayd's mother called me a curse. But now my own father had called me a curse. I didn't have anywhere to go anymore.

He started walking away but I threw myself on his feet. "Baba, I'm innocent. I swear to Allah I didn't write those letters. I didn't have any kind of connection w-with Dylan. Mine and h-his friendship was long d-d-done before I even got married. Baba I have nowhere to go. No roof to call mine except th-this one. Please don't do this to m-me. I didn't do anything. Trust me, not this time", my tears fell on the floor as I held on to his foot. He tried walking away every now and then but I didn't let him. I will not give up until I prove my innocence to my parents.

"Get your remaining stuff and leave!" he spoke calmly.

"Baba! I will not leave. I'm going to stay here, Trust me. I'm innocent", I pleaded.

"Hafsa, please tell her to get out of my sight this instance. She means nothing to me", and with that, he snatched his foot away from me and stomped up the stairs. I layed there, my face buried in my arms as I cried loudly. After a few minutes, my mom also decided to leave the room but then I stopped her as well.

"Mama I'm not lying. I promise", I held her by her hand. She snatched her hand away aggressively. "Don't call me mama. And you listened to my husband, leave this instance!" she finished with a glare. Before walking away, she added "You know I thought you repented. That you wouldn't embarrass us again but I guess I was wrong. You did it all over again. I hate you Hamna! And this is coming from your own mother, so imagine what will happen to you in life."