Barakah

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3rd July, 2020.

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Barakah

Darkness, great darkness became the outlook of her vision. A month had rolled by in her hell on earth. The raining seasons creeping into the atmosphere. Barakah mostly kept warm and secluded in one of her sister's spear rooms. Tucked away with her swelling bitterness.

It wasn't like she had anywhere else to go. No family was on her side. She was forlorn and on her own for depression to sink into her and progress to her demise.

That awful night she had received a slap, an ultimatum and the icing on the cake, great betrayal from her own flesh and blood.

It ached as she mounted everything on her chest. Her uncle's portent. All the tip offs. Yahya's almost slip of tongue and yet, they led her back to the lion's den as their sacrificial lamb of harmony.

           What awful people, all of them.

She couldn't even look at her sister who'd pick her up from home that same night after she had regained consciousness. All her luggage were packed as she ushered them out. Calling her twin sister, begging to come pick her up or else, unimaginable sorrow would wash over her and she'd lose her mind. She just knew it.

Barakah had looked into her twin sister's eyes that night through the rear view and asked her honestly, if she had also known. It was a couple of hours past midnight and the second time Barakah felt as if her body had been rinsed and doused in cold water.

          Home treacherous home.

"You knew too" Barakah didn't even want to hear from her sister, so she said it for both of them.

As for her mother, she would come to see Barakah frequently but Barakah wasn't ready to amend. Barakah hadn't spoken with anyone, her mind was her only companion. All she'd do was cry quietly into her mother's arms. Sometimes, Barakah would feel her mother's body shaking as well. Other times, she would make Duas for her.

Even her grandfather had come to give her somewhat of an apology for slapping her.

"Wadu muyal Amal. . . Allah will compensate you. He'll favor you insha Allah" He had stroked her head while she reined within herself and gave him her usual silence.

He waited awhile before telling her, "You won't be seeing him till after the Nikah. It's in a month. You won't remain with us for so long. You're angry at us, it's justified but we had no choice. If we did, you wouldn't be in this predicament Amal. We took this man to court Amal, we got you your justice. Have you forgotten? This isn't from us Barakah, this plight is from your Lord. Show him the strength we see in you and take it easy. We know you're not happy and we're not selfish. We'll swallow your anger but for how long? At the end of the day, you're left with us. Let go of everything and cherish this time of order. The real riot will begin after you're his consort"

He came to see her two days ago and his voice still dimly echoed through her head. That night after he had left, she crashed again. Her sobs muffled by a rainstorm.

All she did was pray, pray, pray and rock herself into an inner tranquil. Her pain would only pour out when she was with her mother. Her mother was her nurturer, it was natural of Barakah to unarm her heart and let her mother look after her.