I ran to attend to my screaming child who was holding his face when I got to him…
Me:”what happened baby?what’s wrong?”
Riyaad:(through tears and crying)”fayaaz bhai shot me with his bb gun on my cheek…mama its burning…it stings..and its sore….”
I gave fayaaz a filthy look but I dared not say anything..
Fayaaz: “it was a mistake you baby!..I was aiming for outside when you came in the way…”
Riyaad:(whispering to me)”he’s lying mama.he only lifted the gun up when I came in the kitchen”
Me:”shh..its ok..just leave it my boy”
I took my kids and walked to the table where everyone was busy having a hearty conversation. When I came to the dining room door they all conveniently stopped..
Ismail:”who was screaming like that?riyaad was it you again?”
Me:”yeah..there was just a little accident..but he’s okay now…aren’t you big boy?(Looking at riyaad)”
Riyaad just nodded…
Ismail:”come here my boy…and my little princess..I didn’t see you today..come give daddy a big hug!”
The twins ran over to their father who was always very fond of them surprisingly. That’s why it was so impossible to ever tell anyone about his abusive nature. No-one would ever believe me because he’s the total opposite to everyone else. He appears to be the sweetest, most generous, friendly person ever.
As they say, the whole world can think you a saint and your wife thinks you a terror..then you’re a terror..
Nabi(s.a.w) stressed so much on kindness to women..but unfortunately some people don’t give a damn…
Well here I am complaining again..okay there are times when he’s such a darling to me..(SIGH).but it never lasts for more than a couple of hours..
I sometimes think he only married me out of sheer sympathy…you see once daddy passed away, I changed a lot. I sorta went into a shell..the extrovert faaiza became an extreme case of an introvert. I spent most of my days alone, I cut everyone out of my life…
At campus I never hung out with any of my friends. I dropped at campus..my passion in psychology was no longer there…half way through my second year I decided to quit and do graphic designing instead..
There was so much to artwork that I enjoyed..I could express myself in a way that nobody else would understand or care. I loved drawing. I felt like a whole load was lifted up after I’d been creative…
Oneday, on my way home from a session, it was raining really hard. I took a turn onto the road before mine when the car just switched off..I was in a panic. it was close to 5pm peak hour traffic, the roads were wet and it started to hail. I reached for my cellphone only to realize that I had no airtime…oh crap!I was doomed. I hadn’t spoken to any of my friends or family in such a long while, I couldn’t possibly ask for help now only when I needed them and No-one in their right minds was going to stop to help me in this kind of weather. Or that’s what I thought..