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I turned to my right shoulder first offering my salam and then to my left. I then cried to ALLAH telling him about the happenings of yesterday, telling him how my husband refused to protect me when he was supposed to. I wouldn't be lying if I said that I felt a lot better after crying in sujood.

Yesterday was something I would like to forget forever. Yes, Huzaifa had hit the lad quite brutally and saved me from the worst.

He kept on apologizing for everything when it wasn't even his fault. He dropped me back to my place since Humza had already left without me.

I didn't even know why I was crying till then, maybe it was because of my poor serendipity. Luckily aunty and uncle had both gone off to sleep. So when I came back it was only bibijaan who had ushered me in and cried for me like a mother.

I had stopped crying as soon as I reached home. I guess it was because of what I had seen in the hallway when I was going back to my room.

Humza and malika shamelessly clinged to each other's body. They entered a room in the further end of the floor, obviously to do things that disgusted me.

I was right about this man. I hated him with every ounce of my being. Earlier I had begun to think that maybe I was too quick in forming a perception of him but now as I think, I was completely right.

No matter what he does now, the hatred and disdain that I feel for him shall never leave my heart.

Folding my prayer mat, I placed it at it's rightful place, then switched off the air conditioner and opened my door allowing in fresh air.

The other doors in my floor stayed forever shut. I took my quran from the cupboard and recited it.

The broken pieces of my heart now falling into place as I read a verse of surat taha,

"Fear not, indeed, I am with you both; I hear and I see."

Offcourse, I know ALLAH sees it all and has been with me throughout.

I was done with it too when I heard a knock on my door, turning around, my teeth clenched and I felt anger surge within me.

Humza stood there in all his might. He was dressed up in his white inner and blue track pants. I know I could see remorse in his eyes but it doesn't matter to me any more. I looked at him, throwing daggers his way. He deserved much more than daggers.

"Ummm...mmmm I came here to ask you. How are you?" The nerve of this guy. I swear I could have thrown the lamp kept on my night stand at his face. I looked at him in the eye daring him to even say another word.

As he sensed the heat radiating of me, he shut his mouth and stared at me.

"Look, I know what I did wa.." He was saying but I didn't give him a chance. I lunged forward and shut the door right at his face.

I heard him curse behind the door. Seems like it serves him right.

I thought it would end now but it didn't. He started banging on the door.

"Open the damn door." He snarled and for a minute or two I found myself shuddering in fear.

"Don't force me to break the fucking door. Open up now." He spat again, now banging on my door with even more intensity.

Before I could do or say something the door knob broke and it flew open. I nervously stare at the broken door and then at Humza who furiously advanced towards me.

I began to take steps back. I couldn't do much as he pushed me to the wall behind me. He was towering over me.

"Fucking bitch." He spat and I felt my heart churn into million knots. He was abusing me.

"Move." I tried pushing him but all my efforts were falling in vain. His one hand clutched onto my hair from above the hijab that I was wearing and I felt a sharp pain run through my scalp. His other hand then gripped my chin tightly and I was sure of the multiple bruises that I was supposedly going to have after he left.

"Don't you fucking ever do that to me. I am not your friend or family that you could treat me like that. I have been terribly silent the whole time. You can go fuck yourself with that tantrum of yours. Just so you know. Nobody cares." He was dangerously close to my face and each of his words were dipping with venom that cut my heart into halves.

I wanted to combat but I couldn't. The pain that I felt was really severe. "Now I know why even your family doesn't want you. You fuck with people's brain cells. How did they even live with you for so many years is beyond me. What happened yesterday was well deserved by you. You are such a curse." He continued and my lips were sealed. My eyes continued to speak however but that didn't stop him. His heart was made of stone.

"Now you listen to me and listen up closely for I won't be repeating any of it again." He then left my head and chin. The pain had now intensified even more.

What he did next was completely out of the blue. Suddenly He took out his pistol from allah knows where.

He looked at me devilishly. "Do you see this now?" He questioned and I trembled at the very sight of it.

"You will fucking answer me every time I question you. Do not disrespect me." He snarled and I only nodded.

"Good girl." He sniggered.

"Now tell me do you see what it is?" He questioned me as if he was questioning a five year old. His voice now very polite. I again nodded my head in agreement as quickly as I could.

"So you know how it works right then you must be knowing that I could use it on you or your family." I could see the threat in his calm voice.

"No please." My voice didn't even come out properly.

"So now you won't be talking about any of this or any of yesterday to my family or you know what I could do to yours. Do you get it?" He smirked.

"Yes." I choked back a sob. My face was completely tear stricken by now. It must have been red.

When will my sufferings end ya ALLAH?

Crying within the walls of my heart wasn't new to me.

He looked at me with disgust.

"What is this stupid thing that you wear?" Before I could even react, he gripped my already loose hijab and pulled it off in one swift move.

"No." I tried to hold it back but was late. He threw away my hijab on the floor.

My hair was clutched back neatly earlier but the way he pulled my hijab, the clips too broke and my ombre hair tumbled down my back. I swear I had never felt so exposed, not even yesterday.

My hair was very long and I had wanted to grow it that way when I was in my teens. I wanted to look pretty for my husband and I wanted only him to look at me without the hijab.

But this man infront of me wasn't even worthy of being a called a husband, he didn't deserve it.

I looked at my feet as I was now slowly embracing my destiny. Humza had strangely been silent for quite long now and I had begun to think that he left.

I raised my head and my eyes met his. His anger had now subsided. He looked at me with a kind of expression that I couldn't fathom. I rubbed my puffy eyes as I was now tired of crying because of the same man again and again.

Suddenly, a handkerchief was pressed in front of me. I looked at the beholder and I felt my self being consumed with hatred, confusion, and shock.

What is wrong with him? Why is he giving me a handkerchief now?

Bipolar much!

The more I think that I can't hate him beyond this, he gives me reasons to hate him even more.

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E D I T E D on 2.1.2018