IBTISAM

"How can I just walk up to you and tell you your father used me? He raped,he molested me,he assaulted me. I'm a mess,stay away!" She cried in pain

"You could've told me. You're to precious, too fragile to be this hurt." He reckoned with the same emotion

"I'll make him pay for it. I promise,I swear i'll make all of them pay for it. I'll burn the whole realm for vengeance, stay still,stay healthy for me,please" He begged

"I can't. I'm a mess you don't need a piece of trash with you,you're perfect,you don't deserve me" she shock her head

"I'm not a saint either,I've done so many unforgivable things,but we both have to forgive ourselves and live our life"

"It doesn't work like this. Qaseem you need to stop acting nonchalant. We both know I'm a mess,I'm a trash,I'm so useless"

"You're useful,you're very useful to me,to your mom, to your sisters,to your father, please come to me. I need to feel the warmth" she came closer and he engulfed her in a warm hug