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"I can not stand her; she is too clumsy, too naive, and too emotional, mum. She is just trying to take my place in our whole extended family. Please do something," she said to her parents, who were allegedly hatching evil schemes against the girl they had once vowed to love and cherish as their own.

People have the ability to change and turn things around in a matter of months.

Muzna exclaimed, "I have a plan," as if she had finally solved the puzzle of why she felt Wasim had stopped paying attention to her ever since he began talking to Salma. She did this without feeling guilty about about to ruin someone is life.

Cheering and drinking beer, they were unaware that their boisterous voices were being heard in the room.

While mother and daughter were merely giving each other high fives and chatting about kitty parties, her father was on the other end of the call with his best friend, saying, "Come tomorrow to see her and then we can finalize."

SALMA:
"What's wrong," I asked the old lady who looked really panicked and she was shivering her hands trembling and I really wondered what happened because she's only family I have.

Sometimes your loved ones will seem as strangers while strangers as loved ones....

"Where's the guy who has promised to take you away  from here?" She questioned while tears were streaming down her face and I looked at her with smile she has always been my support.

"Wasim?" I asked and said his name while the guy never bothered to contact me since week now and may be they were planing to get married?

She nodded and hugged me . She calmed  down finally and told me half she heard but I just smiled at her and hugged her tightly.

"Thank you but remember Allah is watching them and us HE will always help us ," I told her and she just kissed me on my forehead and prayed some duas on me and I did same while the door was pushed roughly and a voice interrupted us.

She said, without greeting or showing emotion, "Make her ready by 5pm tomorrow evening," and she gestured to me with her finger.

With a fierce glare at the two of us, she declared, "No mistakes last warning," and forcefully shut the door.

What a crazy woman!

"Be careful," the old maid said with a smile before leaving, as it was already 10 p.m.

Gonna be long day tomorrow InshaaAllah.

I was going to fall asleep when I heard a voice.

"Do not mess with me, and you will get what you deserve," Muzna scoffed before turning to walk away, her posterior shifting in an unnatural way. showing off by shamelessly donning tight jeans.

I shut the door, said a prayer for myself and tomorrow, and then I crawled under the cool blanket I had purchased while I saved money and pondered life.

I wish I had someone who cared for me, someone who loved me enough to wait for me, or someone who at least sent me a gift. Although I do not currently have a phone, I am accustomed to having one because I even lost contact with my elementary school pals the day they told me to stop studying.
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I rarely stay up late until this early. It is already 1am.

I turned off the little light and closed my eyes, but something knocked against me. I hid under the cool blanket inside and tried to ignore it, but the knocking continued. Oh Allah, please, please help me.

When I opened the door, it was completely dark. A figure had entered my room, closed the door, and screamed out of my mouth. I had peeked through the blanket, but my room was too small and there was only one window, so I stood up slowly and prayed. My hands were shaking and I was afraid, so I swallowed the lump in my throat and counted to three. My eyes grew wide as I screamed once more and was silenced while the phone's torch was turned on.

My eyes widened as I realized whose voice it was, and I took a step back when someone whispered, "Shhh..."

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