Caged Crown

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🌼Tawbah is the cleaning of the heart, dhikr is the feeding of the heart.🌼

1-11-19

“What do you want now?”

“I want your sister, not you.” He growled.

“Don't you think this is the cheapest way of asking for someone. If you really like her, then convince and marry. Why—”

His laughter now grew louder and he began, “Who said  that I like your sister?” He laughed aloud, ‘‘She's just my bait. I just asked her for one day and she rejected me infront of my friends.” He gritted his teeth in anger.

‘‘She deserve the pain that she experiences around me.” He smirked, lightening the cigaratte, “I love this feeling.”

I flinched away at his actions. It hurts. How could he say such things about Lunah and that too infront of her own sister. How could he do that. I was about to cry, but I didn't want him to know that I was scared and hurt.

Wait, didn't Lunah go back to her place? Then who was on the door when I called her mama?

“How long do you plan to keep me hidden like this?” I asked, sighing.

“Why hurry, darling?” He walked near me.

“But you just said all you need is my sister and not me.”

“Who would throw the golden necklace that lies infront of their eyes.” He laughed more giving me goosebumbs.

Oh Allah! help me to get out of here. Please guide me to the straigth path. Please save me. His laughter grew louder, “I think you're stupid.” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

“What?” came his reply, frowning.

“You are indeed a fool.” I said, smirking

He chuckled, “I'm not that stupid to believe you.”

“You already are.” I whispered which made him hiss in anger. ‘‘You'll surely pay the penalty for this disobedience.” I added.

“You little, watch your mouth.” He shushed me and stepped on my feet which made me swallow the pain. I didn't let out a scream this time. “Wait here until your sister comes. I'll pay you both together.” He growled and scurried out in anger, leaving me alone.

Such a fool.

Laiha, enough, now try to get out of here.

I nodded and looked around. The room was so dark but my only hope was the  light coming from the window. It was a small window and was on top of the wall.

I slowly tried to stand but my legs were wobbly. I managed to get up, lifted the chair, hit the window glass and climbed onto it. I managed myself not to get hurt, but my hands were bleeding already. Despite of the broken glasses, I slowly tried to get out through the window and sighed looking down. It was too deep. I mumbled some duas and jumped down.

My legs hurt, but it's not that painful as compared to the inner ones. I heard his shouts from the back. I quickly ran off not turning back.

**

“Have some rice porridge Lunah. For how long you're going to stay like this?” Haris said. She shook her head, wiping her cheeks.

“The cops are doing their best. My child, stop worrying she'll be here anytime soon. I shouldn't have let her go to the fest in the first place. I regret it, but these are  just a test from Allah and we must accept it. Let's pray for her return.” Juvairiya extended a spoon full of porridge to Lunah's mouth.