Leila's POV
It was around 3 in the night and I still couldn't get to sleep. My mind was too busy with overthinking and replaying the events which happened yesterday. To add to that, my face and entire body was sore.
This is my new life now,there's no going back. My dad beat me up and disowned me. I don't have any way of contacting Mama or my sisters. I'm basically homeless. I just have this family that took me in. I felt so worthless. Forget about the physical injuries, every word said against me was like a knife wound to my self, my honour. I was spat at like I was a piece of rubbish on the street.
I have a lot of people who cared for me, especially Khalid. He is doing so much for me, but I can't help feeling so depressed over all this. Depressed enough to loose sleep. I felt tears run down the side of my face. What can I do? I felt so lost.
I looked over to Habibah who was breathing gently, fast asleep. She insisted I slept on her bed but I refused. I took the mattress which she had put down on the floor. We always used to sleep like this o our holidays in Turkey so I liked sleeping on the floor.
Later on I woke Habibah up for Fajr and luckily she had a bathroom in her room so I didn't have to put my hijab on and make wudhu outside her room. We prayed and Habibah's mum came to check on me. I told her I was fine but I lied. After that, I thankfully managed to get sleep for a couple of hours.
I woke up after that and realised it was very early in the morning. I got up, freshened up and got dressed in the clothes Habibah had lent me. I had to basically bin my clothes I had on because they were either drenched in blood or ripped and I had no clue of when I could go and get my stuff from my home. I put on a black abaya and a maroon hijab. I also put a black knitted cardigan because winter was officially here and I get sick very easily. I did all this very quietly, including folded the blankets I had used. I left the room silently and went down to the kitchen where Habibah's mum was cooking something. When she noticed me, she immediately smiled widely.
"Leila! You're up early?"
"Yeah, I couldn't sleep." I shrugged and sat down on the kitchen table.
"You look better today, Ma shaa Allah most of your swelling has gone." She said and observed my face.
"Thank you."
"You must be hungry, I'm making pancakes. Let me put some on on a plate for you?"
"No thank you, I don't feel like eating. And anyways, it hurts when I swallow."
"Habibti, I know, but you have to eat something. I will make you some porridge, how about that? For my sake?"
"Okey." I said after a long pause.
"That's more like it!" She chuckled. I smiled back but I was still feeling so empty inside. I missed Mama like crazy. I felt myself tear up but I was trying with all my might to keep them at bay. However, it was of no use because Habibah's mum noticed me and came to sit in front of me.
"Habibti, what happened? Please talk to me."
"Auntie, I miss my mum." I sniffed. I felt like a 5 year old but I didn't care.
"I know! Your uncle will sort everything out! You will meet her soon. But I want you to feel comfortable here. This is your home too." I nodded sadly. I wiped my tears coming down my face.
"You know, I know exactly how you feel. What you are experiencing now is what I went through aswell, but with my ex-husband."
"He...hit you?" She nodded and sighed.
"And I had no one to help me. Your mum was there to support me but no one could protect me from him. He gave me a black eye just like you have several times. I know how you feel, and it will get better. It will." Again, tears streamed down my face.
"I promise you. You will heal and everything will be fine. You will marry Khalid at the end of the day." She winked at me and got up to carry on with making breakfast .I smiled through my tears. I hope what she said was right.
Just then, we heard the door open and close right after. In came Khalid with a big smile on his face, but when he saw me his smile dropped. He quickly sat in the same place his mum was sitting earlier on and looked at me worryingly.
"Is everything alright, Leila?" I looked at him and kept crying. Why couldn't things be perfect for us? I stayed quiet.
"Habibi, she misses her mum, understandably. She has no contact with her whatsoever. Subhan Allah." She said under her breath.
Khalid immediately got out his phone from his pocket, went through it and held his phone out to me.
"Read this." I took the phone from of his hand and read a message. From Daiya!
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The Art Of Halaal Love
Romantizm*Formerly titled as ' Allah is with you '* If you had to choose between family and love, which option would you go for? For most people it's a situation which sounds like a nightmare and they would never imagine themselves in that dilemma. But for...
