. They had taken million of tests saying that they need to be sure before his treatment starts however he was kept under strong sedatives to deal with his pain.

Not just physically but mentally as well.

She often wonders the concept of sleeping. How is that a human needs to shut down every night from the world to be able to fight the world again?. She thinks the concept is quite clear as every night we leave the luxury, loudness and beauty of this world to enter in sheer darkness that one day will become reality. It's just that we don't realise that's all.

She watches his hand laying lifeless so she places it back on the bed covering him properly with the duvet when his eyes flutter open. She can clearly see the daze on his face as he looks around until his eyes fall on her. At the very moment his eyes meet her she begins to weep in pain for him.

"Why are you crying, darling?". He asked softly trying to work his hazy mind but failing

"I don't know. I don't like that you are hurt".

"The world is not rainbow and sunshine. The world holds it's a fair share of darkness every night and some of it sweep into the people heart and mind".

"I-I am sorry. I didn't mean to worry you".

"No, it's refreshing to have someone cry for my suffering. I never had someone who felt my pain before".

"I am always here for you".

"Will you be always there for me?".

"Yes".

Then he went to sleep with a childlike smile on his face. She chuckles wiping her tears as she looks at the time and it was night so she went to pray before she could sleep for the night. There is no way she is leaving him alone here.

So after she had prayed for his health and peace she had gone to sleep on the nearby couch not before watching him sleeping peacefully with his face turned to her side.

His eyes felt heavy when he tried to open them hearing a soft snore broke his struggles as he finally opens his eyes blinking furiously to adjust to the sunlight entering inside the room. That's when he heard the snores again making him turn his head to the direction of the figure sleeping on the small couch.

Isra.

His eyes widen when he realised the event from the previous night and the fury entering inside of him when his eyes zeroed at her bandaged head. If he could go back he would punch the man a few more times to make sure he never dare to hurt alone women again especially thinking he has that privilege.

However, her soft snores filled the room and his heart filled with an unknown feeling as he smiles slightly watching her. She turns around because of the sunlight so he immediately stands from the bed which was the worse thing he had done because the pain shoots through him so bad that he almost lost his balance.

He tried to not make a sound not wanting to disturb her sleep. As he limped towards the curtain closing them tightly he came back holding his warm duvet covering her properly heading back to bed feeling the ache increasing.

"You shouldn't be moving". He heard the doctor making him startle because he hasn't seen him standing there with a nurse

"Can you please speak in whisper?. I don't want her to be awake yet".

"Sure".

"Your fiancee had been worried sick all night about you". The nurse exclaimed making him choke on the air," She told me about the tragedy".

"Which one?".

"That you were about to propose when the incident happened. I am sorry about the behaviour of our people".

"I don't count everyone as same like them".

"That's good to hear".

"Now that you are awake we would inform you about your health". The doctor injected after he was done checking the reports, "The reports clearly state that your chest bone is broken which will heal in about three months because they are delicate. You have more scars and wounds from the abuse on your body which will heal in two weeks if taken proper care of which I am sure your Fiancee will do. Beside that, we would like to speak about sexual abuse?. Is your fiancee involved or does she have no idea?".

His eyes widen at the last bits because he already knows the first half," She has nothing to do with it. I was never able to share it with her because of my fears of rejection".

Maybe he wasn't lying anymore.

"She is meant to find out because sexual abuse can become a hinder in wedding activities and the normal life that one wishes to have".

"I know. I just never thought it through I guess. I found the perfect women who looked pass everything to be with me without getting anything in return which kind of shut down the sense of reality for me".

"Well, it's never too late. I wouldn't advise to enter into marriage without sorting your issue because that will sooner or later take a toll on both of you. As I see, you both are strong and in love, so you can do this together. I am sure she will understand and support you because that's what true love does and if you truly love her as well you will become a normal man for her".

"I don't think my scar can heal".

"They might not. Just like a physical scar, they will have a skin on it and then leave a nasty mark behind so you can remember it. However, if you don't scratch that mark hard enough and start to look away from it then evwhen you look at it again after a while you only think of it as an experience that made you know what you shouldn't do in your life is worth it".

He nodded, "What can I possibly do?".

"I would recommend a psychiatrist to have a few sessions. I have a friend in this hospital who can help you for free because as I see it you are still living with your offender which means if they find about this it will cause you trouble and you can meet my friend outside anywhere that you want so it doesn't seem suspicious".

"For free?. I thought doctors like to suck people for money".

The doctor laughed, "Not doctor. The hospital likes to do it because the management mostly never saved a life from death so they don't value it".

"Understandable". He said thoughtfully as he turns to look at her still sleeping peacefully, "I will do it".

"Perfect! You need complete rest for a while and I would say you make some excuse wherever this is happening so you can truly relax. You can leave in the afternoon and I will give my friend a call he will come to introduce himself to you. The breakfast will come in a few minutes and I have asked them to provide for your woman. If you need me I will be here".

The doctor and the nurse went away and as they did he finds her wide awake.

"How much did you heard?".

"Enough. I didn't mean to intrude--".

"You are not".

"Oh".

"Would you ask me?".

"Do you want me to?".

He shrugged confusedly.

"What if I tell you something about myself?".

"A dark secret?".

"A dark secret". She confirmed

She knows he wishes to share with her there was no doubt on that. But, he didn't know how to share perhaps because he never had anyone to listen to his worries and he never learned to lean on someone.

She took a deep breath as her expression masked with seriousness and he knows this will be something big. He had prepared himself in the short time she prepared herself to speak about her demon.

"I was an abnormal child or that's what my parents called me because I was never the one who follow around as every other child did. I would speak my mind and turn things around differently than most people. When I was younger my parents cared enough for my weird behaviour as I entered into teenage they barely cared about anything that went down. Anyways, when I was 15 my parents had a fight because my mother developed an unhealthy lifestyle of being an alcoholic addict. My father wanted her to go to asylum but she refused to, throwing him out of the house as the house belonged to her. I remember after a week my friend asked me to join in one of the important party where everyone was going and she was literally eating my head off. Anyways, I was never the one who liked parties and especially not getting drunk. I never find that thrill in it I don't know why. I mean I remember I used to read online as to why people drink and honestly all it said was to bear with the pain. It never made sense because you are causing yourself long time pain to forget for a short amount of time. You ruin your health, family, career and mental health for a peace of a few hours. So, I declined her offer. She was pissed at me but I never cared enough. The next was that my parents and everyone told me I wear stupid clothes because they weren't revealing. I hated showing my skins to a random stranger to enjoy it. Why do I have to show my figure to anyone who I don't even know and possibly will never know?. I hated that my clothing described me and I hated how people around tried to build in my mind that by removing my clothes I can have freedom, confidence and everything. I never thought that way".

She sighs, "This is getting long".

"No-No. Please continue. I would love to know how you were in your past".

"It's not all rainbow and sunshine".

She repeated his words from last night. He frowns at her words because he remembers saying them in his dream?. Was it a coincidence?.

"Anyways my mother went for her treatment and my father took care of me until I was 18. My mother never recovered and instead she killed herself".

His eyes widen, "I-I-".

"It's fine. Don't say anything. It was meant to happen to her because she chooses to drown her miseries in a bottle every single day. I remember it was when a week before my university starts and I was devastated. My father wasn't the one to mourn so I had no one. That's when I met him". The furious tone didn't go unnoticed by him, "He was a new student like me and insisted that we walk together so we have each other at least for a day". She shakes her head, "I have never been with many boys mostly because they liked all model-like girls and not someone normal if I am one. He started hanging around me doing all these sweet gestures. In the next 6 months, I started to bend towards him a little that's when we started dating. He tried to kiss me on our first date and I refused so he being respectful didn't do anything but said 'I thought you people can do much more together' I remember I was furious at him for thinking I would lay down with him just as we started dating. He apologised profusely and said that if I didn't forgive him he will kill himself and his friend begged me too". She chuckles bitterly, "Lies. They all were a liar. Anyways I was naive and scared so I did as he asked. By the end of our first year, I was in very unhealthy relationships which were taking a toll on me. I had no friend beside one who sticks to me by herself. I hide from the crowd and I was scared. That's when my friend- Wafra took me to the mosque, that we went to, when I had a panic attack from overthinking. That's when I felt it- the peace and calmness inside of me. I felt something stir within me as she prayed beside me handing herself to someone she never knows but she belief was so strong and the way her face held that shine was amazing. I remember them simply reading their salah (prayer) and I was a weeping mess. No-one stopped me from crying, no one judge me for wearing what I was wearing and no one said a word. It was the words of the Quran (Holy book) that spoke to me instead and the power of it overwhelmed me". She smiles at the memory and he did too, "But it had to go down as the semester ends there was a huge party by now I was learning about Islam every day at the mosque so I imagined Wali to be non-alcoholic and more. I didn't want to go there but he dragged me there". She chuckles bitterly, "He hands me a drink in the middle of the party and I asked him a thousand times if it was a cold drink and not alcohol and he screamed yes". She pauses gulping down her tears, "It wasn't. He had spooked my drink and he-he--".

His guts turn inside him as the same fury he had for the man who he had seen her hurt him was now entirely directed to the one who caused her more pain.

He will make him pay.

"Did he?".

"No. I fought to the death with him. I knew I will not allow something like that to happen so I fought and fought even when he literally tried to abuse me into submission. Fortunately, Jacob came that very moment inside the room because I had called him in the middle of the party to take me away because it wasn't what I wanted. He beat the shit out of him".

"I will too".

Her eyes widen, "No, please don't get--".

"I don't care, Isra. He hurt you and I will hurt him".

She sighs feeling helpless, "Then I took a break and in that break, the place that helped me was the mosque even if I would have to come near the university. I converted soon enough because I know in my heart this was it and that's how my scar slowly healed".

"I am a Muslim and I can't even heal my scar".

"It's because you have always lived in it and not live with it. You were kind of not taught well enough and something was simply overlooked and never explained. The deep meanings are not what every other person can teach you. But, some things are what we need to learn ourselves".

"I guess so".

They sat in silence as their breakfast came in and they start to eat.

"Damn". He hissed in pain when his chest ache as he moves the spoon

Her eyes turn to him as concern fill them and soon the tears follow.

"Why are you crying?". It was as if he was trying to live his dream in reality because watching her crying for him was something he never wants to forget

She chuckles, "It was real".

"What?".

"It wasn't a dream. It was real".

His eyes widen, "oh".

She giggles at his response, "You are such a goofball".

"Hey".

"Whatever. I will help you eat".

"I am not a baby".

"Ok. Big boy, I will help you eat now be good".

She helps him to eat his food while he makes a face every time making her chuckle. She wipes his face and he slaps her hand away glaring at him and she laughs.

"I said I am not a baby".

"Sure, baby".

"My Ammi died when I was 5".

"Ammy?".

"Oh God, I was so serious and here you are. I mean my mother we call Ammi that in our language".

"Oh, sorry. Please continue".

He scoffed, "She died when I was 5 and my father cut off every other relation that came with her which means all of my grandparents and people were all cut off immediately. I didn't even know what went down and I remember asking my busy father who slapped me into silence. He wanted to be rich badly, very badly. We were never rich and not even average. We were straight out poor. After three more years of searching for a woman who can provide him with the luxury, he desires when I was 7 he got married again. I wasn't in contact with anyone besides my father and not even in school I was invisible. That's when my father bride came to my room one day when I was preparing for bed she told me that she will be my new mother and will help me with everything. So, she asked me to come and take a shower and I declined because I showered myself already but she insisted blackmailing that I might not be accepting her as a mother so I had to go. When I was naked in front of her I remember her watching me from top to bottom and then she started touching me. I don't know why but I didn't like it. I hated that she touched my private part and I fought her off but she slapped me hard. It went on for a month and she would always touch me inappropriately in every chance she had and always have me alone with her. My house worker saw her one day and taught me a little that she shouldn't be doing this with me so I told her exactly that and she fired the worker immediately". He chuckles bitterly, "I had no idea of what was going down with me. Our school system is poor that we are only taught about men rights, responsibility and such. There was never a learning of harassment and rape. I didn't know anything".

He pauses looking at his lap, "I was barely 10--". He couldn't hold his emotions as he breaks down, "I was just a child when she raped me".