Welcome to the cruel world. Chapter 3

I had a smile plastered on my face for hours, surprisingly I couldn't stop thinking about him, about Khaled.

When I came back home I helped Mila with carrying in the groceries and trying to make 3aboud less hyper.

"but but but noughaaaa -puppy dog eyes-:(" he said, his voice shaking.

Ugh I hated that I can't say no to him. But desperate times call for desperate measures...

"No buts Abdullah, If you wanna do something then we'll watch a movie"

I could tell he was upset but he'll live. "Fine"

"ekhtar a movie and I'll make the popcorn"

Now all traces of sadness magically left, "YAAAYYY"

After changing into my pjs and washing my face, I went down stairs to so I can spend some time with my babyyy

"sooooo what did you pick?"

"finding Nemo!" he said, his eyes glittery from the excitement.

"go figures" I said in a small voice.

"huh?" his eyes glued to the tv not even waiting for me.

"nothing 7beebe brou7 asawe popcorn" I said while walking towards the kitchen.

As I waited for the popcorn to finish, my mind wandered back to this morning's incident, why was I thinking about a total stranger. Why was I thinking of his smile, his laugh, his eyes...

The buzzing sound of the microwave brought me back to earth, the buttery smell attacked my nose as I opened the microwave door, my taste buds demanding that I start eating now. But I was patient.



It was half way through the movie but my eyes did not see it's ending that night. Why, you ask?

It was 5:30pm, Mila had to go early tonight cause of her sick son. I was okay with that thinking it was too early for 'him' to come. But boy, was I wrong.

At exactly 6:15 I heard the familiar car sound I heard every night, the sound that tells me that my nightmare is here. The beast has arrived.

My hands were shaking, they'd do that every night. You'd think that I've grown used to this but I'm not and I don't think I'll ever be.

3aboud was asleep on my lap, I couldn't think much less breathe! But I knew I had to do something.

I heard him fiddling with his keys p, trying to find the right now and that's when i grabbed ahold of my brother and ran as quickly as possible. When I reached the furtherest room that's when he came in the house yelling my name.

I tucked 3aboud in, kissed his forehead and then locked the room.

I felt as if my own legs were too heavy to carry me, my heart was beating at a fast pace but I knew I had to go downstairs otherwise he'd come up.

"NOURA OU 9MAKH TA9MKHICH" My own father shouted out, I could tell he was angry, no furious.

When I came down that's when I saw him, sitting on the sofa with his legs on the coffee table, his eyes watching my every move.

"ma trdeen" his voice felt like poison.

"um, ah asfa ma sma3tik.." my head to the ground, afraid of his reaction.

He got up, I could see his shadow approaching me, "gelt wain kentay?"

"um uhh, kent eb darii" my voice shaking.

"Shtsween eb darich?" he sounds as if he might burst into laughter any second now.

"wala shay" I said in a hushed tone.

He put his fingers under my chin and raised my head and lowered himself down so we'd be on the same level and leaned in until our noses touched.

I was deeply afraid, afraid of what might happen.

"liar" he whispered in my ear and slapped me so hard that I fell to the ground.

Thats 1 bruise.

He kicked my stomach, "ANA SHGAYLICH 3AN ECHETHB?"

2 bruises.

"YOU WERE TALKING TO YOUR BOYFRIEND ADREE FEEICH A BIT** JUST LIKE YOUR MOTHER" and another bruise.

It went on and in for 13 minutes, yes I counted.

I didn't dare to say anything. I think most of you will go like, why don't you defend yourself? One word answer; Abdullah.

I can't risk anything to happen to him, he knows he's my biggest weakness.

And for 3aboud, I shall take it all in.

When he was finally done he gave me one last blow and spited on me. "so worthless" he said, my own father ladies and gentlemen.

The moment he left I just curled into a ball, not having the energy to lift myself off the ground and cried.

Cried for my mothers absence.

Cried for my so called father.

I cried and cried and cried, but all I remember saying before I passed out is : الحمد الله على كل حال


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