I stood in front of the building. 'Osman' was written big on it. It was very big. People went in and out in expensive looking clothes. The driver came next to me and signed for me to follow him. It was a weird person. I mean, he didn't talk during the carride. We went inside and my eyes widened. It was all white. People were walking, running around with clothes or maps in their hands. We went to the reception and I heard someone yelling happily.

"Sahra! Oh my God, you're here!!" I heard Masara and she stood up and gave me a big hug. I smiled at her. I never know how to act around her, because it was all so foreign to me.

"Yeah, I needed to come f-"

"Oh yeah, you have an appointment with Mr. Osman. Follow me" she said interrupting me and I just followed her.

"So, you work here?" I asked her.

"Yes, I mean. Hamza is the best friend of Aneel so Aneel fixed a job for the both of us" she said and I smiled, knowing that he helped his friends out.

"Here, you can go in" she said opening a door. I went inside and saw my father-in-law. He was sitting but when he saw me he stood up and smiled. I smiled back, a bit shyly.

"Masara, you can go now. Come, sit Sahra" he said and pointed at a chair. I sat down and looked around. There were drawings everywhere. All of them were men.

"How are you?" he asked me. What should I say? Bad? Hurt? Scared?

"Fine, thanks, and you?" I asked, trying to be as polite as possible.

"Me too. Well you probably wonder why you are here, right?" he asked me and I nodded. He grabbed a piece of paper and showed it to me.

"What would you change?" he asked me nodding at the drawing. I looked at it and saw a man with a jean and a sweater. It was good, but the colours were wrong. It had to be darker.

"Green. It needs to be darker. The contrast will be better" I said a bit unsurely. Aneel asked these kind of questions too. What did they want?

"Well.. And this one?" he let me see another. That one was perfect. It was a simple white shirt with a red jean.

"Nothing, the red matches with the white. Its perfect" I said, still looking at the drawings.

"Okay, you have this job" he said happily. Wait- What? I looked at him and saw him smiling.

"I am sorry, but I don't understand.." I said.

"Oh, I am sorry. I was a bit too excited. Well, we need a new designer because ours went over to the concurrent. So I asked Aneel to be, but he isn't very good at drawing. He is good with combining clothes and stuff but not with drawing. Drawing is much more different because you have to make something out of nowhere with the good colors and material. He told me that you can draw perfect and that you helped him with the important work I gave him, so we wanted you to be our designer. Congratulations!" He said grabbing my hand and shaking it. I was still in shock. Job? Designer? Me?

"I am sorry, Mr. Osman but I can't accept this. I mean, I didn't even go to school and I don't really belie-"

"You don't need to, and we will homeschool you. Don't worry, it will be alright. Now, let me call Masara. You guys need to shop clothes. Don't take it wrong but we can't walk around here in simple clothes. Its a famous company." he said and I immediately felt bad. I looked down at my clothes. I was just wearing a simple jean with a long dress which reached my knees. I.. I liked it. I didn't need other clothes. 'Just go. It will turn out to something beautiful, but not today. Trust me', the voice said. I smiled, trusting the voice and followed my father-in-law. We went to Masara's desk and he talked quietly to her so I didn't hear anything. I saw Masara holding in her excitement, which was easy to read and my father-in-law turned to me.

"Masara will help you. Buy anything you want, okay? If there is any problem you can call me" he said handing out a creditcard. I looked at it and saw my name on it. How?

"Don't look at it like that. Its yours, here" he said putting it in my hand. Masara signed behind him to me that I needed to close my mouth so I did what she said, mentally face-palming myself.

"Thank you, sir" I said and he nodded, walking away. Just before Masara said something I heard a voice.

"And you can call me dad" I turned around and saw Aneel's dad smiling at me. I smiled back, turning to Masara who was already crushing me in a hug.

"I am just so excited!" she yelled. I can see Masara, I can see..

"So yeah, she turned out to be alive.." I said. We were sitting in a cafe, drinking some tea. It was weird, I mean I'd never been in a cafe like this. It was nice, just to clear your head. Watching people, enjoying hot coffee. But Masara had to ruin it of course by yelling.

"WHAT?! I mean, what?" she said, whispering the last part. She was looking at me with wide eyes. And an open mouth. Yeah.

"So you basically say, this girl Aneel loved so much, was dead because of him, but turned out to be alive? but, how?!" she asked. Well, if only I knew.

"I don't know, but I worry about Aneel. No, I don't worry. They are happy now. If he is happy then I am happy. No but what if-"

"Stop it! How do you expect them to be happy so fast?! Are you out of your mind? I saw how he looked at you! I don't think he is alright right now, so you have to be there for him. It will be difficult, but just try" she said. I didn't know. I didn't know anymore. I put my head in my hands and just sighed. She was right, no matter what, I needed to be there for him.

"Look, maybe this girl wants him back. If yes, you are going to fight for him. Don't give up easily. Just for one time, for one time show that you are strong. Why are you like this? You are not a pathetic weak girl so don't act like one" she yelled. I let my hands fall and looked at her. I get it. I get it. I stood up and grabbed my bags and walked away. No tears, no tears no tears.., I was telling myself the whole time. After a few metres I let everything fall and sat down on the ground, with my back against the wall. After a while I heard someone standing in front of me.

"I am sorry, but you know it's true. Come on, I am going to help you. We are going to show everyone, especially Maryam and your old family, that it's worth living" she said taking out her hand. I looked at it for a second and made my decision. She was right. I grabbed her hand and she helped me up.

"We will shop tomorrow too, this isn't enough" she said and I looked at the bags. It looked pretty enough to me.

I sent Yessin a message that I was going to be home. I was standing in front of it. Deciding to go in or not. No, I could do this. I stepped inside and knocked on the door. Nothing.. I rolled my eyes. Of course, why would Aneel open the door? I took out my keys and opened it. I went inside and saw him sitting there on the couch, with his head in his hands. I looked around and my eyes widened. What the hell happened here? It was a mess. Aneel looked up, before putting his head again in his hands. I walked over him and sat down beside him.

"Hey.."I said, squeezing his back. He just nodded.

"How are you?" I dared to ask. It was my job now not to make him mad.

"Brilliant" he said and I felt a pang in my chest. He was using that tone again, that tone he used in the beginning. I didn't want everything we built to fall down. Then do something, I heard myself.

"No, you are not and you can tell me" I said, hugging his arm. He pushed me with his arm and I released it. Not touching anymore, I got it. I stood up, starting to clean the mess.

"What are you doing here?" he asked me. My heart started beating faster. Is he kicking me out?

"What?" I asked him. I looked at him. No, not the same expression like in the beginning..

"Just go to your stupid family. They caused all of this" And I knew he was talking about my real family. About Yassir. I didn't know what came in me, but I felt like protecting them. Myself.

"Look at me, okay?" I said walking over to him.

"I am not that weak girl anymore which you could always loose your anger on. I am not going to be your slave anymore and I am the Hell sure am not going to take that kind of words from you anymore. You can't talk about my family like that. Its all your fault and you know it damn too well! I, am going to prove you all that I can be that strong girl. Your words mean nothing to me, they don't hurt me anymore. So bring it on, I will fight back" I yelled. For the first time, I did something like this. I started to shake but tried not to show it. He stood up and came very close that our bodies were touching. I ignored the tingles and looked him in the eyes.

"Fight for what, huh? Fight for what?" he said. So he wanted me to confess it. Well, I will.

"Fight for you!" I said pushing him.

"Fight for you, you stupid bipolar idiot! To win you! I don't even know why, but its been you! You, you and you. It will be always you! And I am not going to let some girl come and crash down everything we built! She can't take it down! Never!" I yelled. I was mad. I needed to get out of here before I break the last things Aneel left. I walked out the door, not caring about his shocked face. When I was outside, I saw that girl walking. She was coming towards me, probably towards Aneel. Before she could reach the house, I started walking over to her.

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Final Editing Done (04-11-2016)