Bang!!! Screams!! Bang!! Screams!!, that’s what I was hearing as I laid down on my bed I was so tired and I wanted to keep on sleeping but it was impossible to do so in this house. I was wrestling with my pillow and putting it around my head to block out the noise but it was useless, so I gave up and went to the washroom. As I looked at the mirror my reflection was horrifying my curly poofy and untameable hair was sticking up in multiple directions and I had circles under my eyes because of all the sleepless nights. I went to get dressed and I just picked anything in front of me from the closet, I don’t care how I looked anymore I just feel like a zombie. Gone were the days where my only worries were how I dressed or how I looked when I went to school or went out with friends, now I just don’t give a damn I just throw anything on. I went back to the mirror to put on concealer under my eyes to cover the dark circles there and put on my charcoal pashmina around my head which perfectly hid my messy hair which I have been careless about recently. As I walked down the wooden stairs to head outside I saw my mom sitting on the living room sofa weeping, urgghhh why does she have to look like that? It just hurts everytime I see her this distressed, there was no way I was avoiding her now.
“ Assalamu Alykum, whats wrong mom?” I asked, even though I fully knew what was wrong.
She replied by saying “Wa alykum Assalam Amina, come here I want to talk to you”
So I headed towards my mom I cant lie but she looked like crap as I came closer I noticed that grey streaks have appeared in her dark upswept hair that hadn’t been there before and her face seemed to have frown lines she looked like she grew so old in just a short period of time, I don’t understand why she puts herself through this, Sigh!!.
I replied back saying “alright, don’t take too long because I have to hurry for school”
“don’t worry about school because you are not going to school today’’ she replied in a sad voice, while raking her hands through her hair unconsciously.
“what do you mean I am not going to school?”I huffed.
You see school was my only escape from the horrible life I lived at home, at school I actually had a chance to be myself, focus on my studies and actually have fun with my friends without worrying about all the drama that goes on at home. So there was no way I was going to stay at home and suffer and feel all gloomy no matter what my mom said.
“You are not going to school because your father kicked me out of the house and he said take your children with you” she continued sobbing.
I leaned down to gently wipe the tears of her face but I still couldn’t believe what I was hearing from her. I was used to the fighting between my parents by now and all the horrible mean stuff they said to each other but I always had hope that someday things would get back to how they were. I could not believe that this is how it had to end.
“Mom, are you sure Dad said that? I cant believe he would say such a thing are you sure?” I pleaded, my chest feeling heavy with dread.
“Yes, I am sure , and he said to leave as soon as possible’’
“ so where will we go?” I asked
“ we are going to Aunty Samira’s house I already called her”,
“ Isn’t that too far Mom, she lives in the city?’’,
“ Yes, I know we are moving to the city, we will stay at her place until we find a place of our own, I cant handle living in this little town where I would have to see your father again and endure all the gossiping and mocking of all the housewives.” she continued saying “By the way you better hurry up and pack your things because we are leaving soon and wake your siblings while your at it, please”.
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