The best among you is the one who doesn't harm others with his tongue and hands.- prophet Muhammad s.a.w (Peace be upon him)

AMIRA SULTAN P.O.V

I pulled my hair in a bun , opened the fridge and took out eggs , bread and other essential things to make breakfast .

I glance at the clock to see I have only half an hour to get ready for school . I hurriedly made breakfast for them . I took three plates in my hand, balancing carefully . I put the plates on the table . Zainab was fixing her make-up while watching a mini mirror in her compact while my step mother was reading the newspaper. I look at her even at this age. She maintains herself so well and here I am looking like a zombie.

I raised my eyebrows at her amused luckily she didn't see my face .

I was about to sit and have breakfast but the ammi had to open her bitter mouth .

" What are you doing? " she raised her eyebrows .

" Trying to have breakfast?? Peacefully" I added the last word .

" Have you seen the time ? You have 15 minutes for school to get ready fast " She ordered me like I am her personal servant.

" I will get ready after eating breakfast " I sat stubbornly but before I could dig my spoon on the food , the plate was dragged away from me . I close my eyes, gritting my teeth in anger .

Don't get angry

Don't get angry

It's forbidden don't get angry

" Didn't you hear what I said GET. READY " she yelled, making me flinch .

Welled up in tears threatening to come out , I took a deep breath holding myself .

I push the chair a little too hard to make a sound walking away ...not before stomping with every step I take in anger .

This is the most angry action I can show as long as I cannot control it properly .

Closing the door shut of my room , tears flowed out freely while my lip shivered in immense pain I felt inside my chest . It's not like I don't have a habit of their rude behaviour but it's hit the cord in my heart leaving me broken .

I miss my mother .

" I miss you ammi " my voice cracked .

Reminding myself about verses in the Qur'an Allah (SWT) never burdens a soul more than it can bear. I was reassured that I could bear the pain I was feeling because He told me I could. "God does not burden any soul with more than it can bear" – Qur'an (2:286)

Calming myself by taking a deep breath I stood up wiping my tears glancing at the clock my eyes widened .

" Oh no I will be late " hurriedly takes my towel , I open my closet unlike other girls . I didn't have to think much because to make a choice there should be a choice to make in the first place . I have 6 or 7 pairs of clothes total so I just wear them around like a weekly routine .

I took out my blue loose hijab which is oversized of course and blue kurti which was 3 years old . I went inside the washroom to take a quick shower.

After drying and combing my hair properly I wore my blue hijab . I applied khol under my eyes since I love it and the only thing available on my desk.

I smiled in satisfaction ...with one last glance I hop down the stairs like I am some fairy . My smile vanishes the moment I reach the table . My plate is empty and both mother and daughter left me alone . Hot tears burn my eyes as I gulp angrily .

I refused to shed tears at their pathetic attempt to ruin my day . I heard a horn from outside tightening my grip on my bag strap . I ran toward outside to see my best friend Seher leaning on her red car wiggling her eyebrows .

I squeal in surprise running toward her " what is this " I jump in happiness .

" My dad finally allowed me to take his car to school " she shrugged her shoulders playing cool like it's not a big deal .

I narrowed my eyes at her , she pouted " okay fine I literally begged , held his leg and whined like a baby only then he finally agreed to take his car not before taking a promise from me in return " She opened the car gate for me .

" What promise? " I frown, sitting inside the car .

She sat in the driver seat starting the car. I waited for my answer . She looks toward me and smirks . " That I don't hit anyone from my car " with that she started the car making me terrified for my life .

Oh Allah protect me

We both got out of the car .

Well she did ... I on the other hand .

I landed on the floor flat...

" Oh I miss you so much " I cried, hugging the ground .

Seher rolled her eyes " Shut up it wasn't that bad "

My neck snapped toward her , I got up and brushed my clothes throwing her laser from my eyes .

" BAD ! .... YOU WERE HORRIBLE I thought I will never able to step on the ground again " I scream at her dramatically glad that all the children almost gone to their classes .

Some women look at us weirdly, Seher look embarrassed mouthing to them " she wasn't with me "

She glared at me " will you just shut up ... Come we will get late for the class " she reminded me and I let her go this time .

I entered the Alhamd High school , a local school where I work as a teacher for small kids . I needed money for my education and living since Ammi forbade me to take any penny from my father . She made sure I don't even come close to my father which always breaks my heart but what can I do now? Of course I didn't earn much but it was enough for my daily needs . I am just grateful to Allah s.w.t for helping me to find this job .

Author p.o.v

" What do you mean , they are not ready to sign the contract? " Khalid's voice booms in the office while his men look down in fear but his best friend Osman stands still without showing any trace of fear .

" Khalid they are investing lot's of money in this project , they need assurance " Osman tried to make him understand in his calm voice .

Khalid face scrunch in confusion " Assurance ??"

" What kind of assurance ?"

Taking a deep sigh knowing his best friend temper Osman said in a low voice " that you need to have a wife "

Khalid's ears perk up " what ? Come again "

After few minutes silence compelled to whether say it or not, Osman said again " they said if you had a wife or family then they will give you the contract , they just want to assure themselves that you are responsible enough "

Osman waited for Khalid out bust but instead he laughed , a dark humourless laugh making everybody tense in the room.

" They want me ??" Just like his expression his tone became serious all of a sudden making Osman step back .

" Dude... It's their condition , it's not like my fault " he quickly added .

" Get out" his voice was dangerously low .

" What ?" Osman asked again .

Anger stirred within him " I . SAID . GET OUT " glaring with raging eyes everyone went out of his cabin leaving him alone .

Breathing in absolute rage , he sat on his chair raking his hand through his hair in frustration .

He needed this contract to increase his power in the underworld .

And he can do anything to get this deal done .

Even if he has to marry for this ......

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