The End (no sequel)

"Don't let him get to you. You can still stay at home if you want" my mum told me but I rolled my eyes. I grabbed her hands, kissing each. She was looking at me with teary eyes. I knew she didn't support my decision but I needed to do it. I needed to get answers to my questions. Answers which I can only get from him.

"Mum, I will be fine. Dad is coming with me" I told her and she just nodded, handing me my jacket. My dad came into view and looked at my mum, who was wiping away her tears. Kalil walked in, grabbing me at my jacket.

"Kalil, bro, chill. We will play further when I get home" I told him, hugging him at the same time. He was so protective of me and wanted to always spend time with me. He wasn't very keen of Chaima, my sister. They never got along, but I knew they loved each other to bits.

"Are you ready?" my dad asked me. I nodded, walking to the living room to get my phone. I turned around and saw that my dad was hugging my mum, giving her a kiss on the lips. I half-smiled, loving their love. The biggest gift they gave me, and still giving me, are the lessons I learn by their love. They weren't like these parents who would hide their love and never show any affection towards each other in front of their children. Me and my sister saw every day of our life how they were so much in love, which made us respect them even more and respect our future spouses. They taught us what real love is and how you can live together with someone in such a peace. I grabbed my phone and walked to the door, waving at mum before following my dad. I was so happy that he agreed to coming with me. I knew I needed him there. I would never take my sister or my mother with me, since I would never do that to them. My mum had suffered enough and she didn't deserve to suffer even more. I looked over at my dad, thanking Allah for giving him to my mum and me. Even though he was not my biological father, I considered him as my real father. Parents are not the ones who bring you to the world, parents are the ones who bring you up and make you who you are. When I first found out about my dad not being my real dad, I was heartbroken. The first few months were me only living with depression. I wouldn't go out of my room after school. I wouldn't talk to anyone. I knew I hurt my parents and sister with it but I needed the time. I wasn't mad at my mother for telling me after eighteen years. I was mad because of what had happened. I was mad because I was the bastard son. I felt like I was the one that was to blame, which I now know I wasn't. It was all his fault.

"You okay?" dad asked me when we arrived. I looked in front of me, seeing the name of the prison. The prison itself was grey- it looked dead. The feeling of people in there that commited crimes was giving off a negative air.

"Yeah, a little nervous" I said. Even though I was twenty-three, I was still like a nervous child who did something wrong and hid it from their parents.

"I will wait for you in the car. If you don't feel like going anymore, or if you can't handle it, come back. I don't want you to give yourself more than you can bare. And we love you, no matter what" he said, which I nodded to. I got out of the car, and turned to look at my dad.

"May Allah bless you with paradise" I said, to which he smirked. It was a thing of us. I always said it to him, every day, to show him how much I appreciated him and loved him.

"All of us" he replied, and I turned around, walking to the place I never thought I would walk in.

I followed the security guard that was supposed to take me to the meeting room. The inside was even worse than the outside. It was so dark and grey that I would never survive in here. My heart was beating so fast, I was thinking that he was hearing it. My hands were sweaty and I kicked myself for even thinking of doing this. But, in the end, I knew that this was the only thing that could give me the peace. I wanted to know how he thought of it now, and I wanted to tell him the things that I had been saying in my head since day one.

"Stand up!" the guard yelled before opening the door. I saw another guard at the entrance of the door and when my eyes fell on the one with the orange suit, everything changed in me. I felt like my organs were changing places. I felt like my brain had stopped and my heart was the only one beating. I couldn't feel my legs, but I was still able to stand. He was standing there, on his feet, looking at me with wide eyes. He looked older, much older than he was. His hair was short, and he had a long scar on his face. The green of his eyes was almost invisible. He had been here for a few years now. My mother told me he was put to prison after a murder he commited. 40 years for raping my mother, the sentence he didn't sit in the beginning, and a lifetime for the murder.

"You still look like me" he said, to which I rolled my eyes. I grabbed my courage together and sat down on the chair in front of him. He copied my actions and soon enough we were just staring at each other. The biggest reason of my depression was this exactly. My uncle Maher telling me that I looked like him. I didn't talk much with him and only every once in a while, but after he told me this, I couldn't bring myself to talking to him. I felt horrible for even looking my mother in the eyes, knowing I looked like the person she was most scared of. She told me so many times that she never sees him in me, but I knew she didn't mean that.

"I do, unfortunately" I said, which caught him off guard. His hands went to his pocket and he took out a cigarette, litting it up. He handed me the package, that I refused.

"You grew up" he said, as if he was acting like he was expecting me to still be the baby he neglected.

"Well, it has been twenty-three years, right?" I told him, to which he just stared in the distance. I knew I had not so much time, so I took a deep breath before starting.

"Do you regret it?" I asked him out of nowhere. I could've punched myself for saying something so random, but I really wanted the answer.

"What?" he said, letting the smoke flow out of his mouth. Before I could reply, he beat me to it.

"I never regret anything in my life, kid. I did all the things with a concious mind. I have no reason to regret" he said, which made me feel disgusted. Him not being sorry for what he did to my mum was only making me even madder.

"So you don't even feel sorry for putting my mother in such a situation? You don't feel sorry for ruining her life? For her living on the streets with me in her stomach? Giving her hell only for your five minutes of pleasure?" I said with a harsh tone, even though I knew it was not doing him much. I knew him way too well before even meeting him.

"How is she doing?" he said, ignoring the rest what I said. He looked at me with narrowed eyes, as if he wanted to avoid everything.

"She is doing pretty well, better than ever. My dad is taking good care of her, of us" I said, to which he rolled his eyes. My mum did indeed well. I still remember her crying so much when I was a child. How she still had problems with my grandparents and the parents of my dad. She still cries sometimes, especially when she had a nightmare, but my dad is there for her. He always recites Quran when she saw a nightmare and always hugs her and tells her how worthy she is when she is feeling low.

"They're still together I see" he said, looking me in the eyes. I nodded to that, asking the question that even my mum didn't know the answer to.

"Did you believe I was your.. yours? What do you believe now?" I asked the question that was easier to ask in my mind. I couldn't get myself to say 'your child'. I was not his child.

"I knew you were. I knew she wouldn't go around fooling. I knew I was her first and last back then. I just had to act like that in front of my family" he said, which made more sense to me.

"Why did you do it?" I asked, after a moment of silence. I was so curious to this question. I could never imagine anyone having a good mind doing this. The disgust of it was rolling out of my mouth with the words.

"Because I loved her. She was that one cousin that was beautiful. She was smart. She was kind, generous. Basically, unattainable. Unreachable for someone like me. But I knew that I wanted to be her first, and I was. I didn't think she would get pregnant though. I thought that her parents would marry her off to me, which was my actual plan. When she revealed she was pregnant, there was no way I could've made it out alive. That's where my manipulative skills came into handy" he said like it was no big deal. I frowned, not understanding how he could've done that.

"And after that, you just ruined her life, only to save your own sorry ass. How manly" I said, not getting how a man could do that to a woman. If you did something, man up and stand up for your actions by trying to solve it.

"Pretty much. Revenge is a bitch, isn't it. She put me to prison, not realizing that I was able to get out with money. After I got out, I ruined her life even more. No one gets to do that to me. I even kidnapped you, to which later the father of Kamal gave me money. He gave me money to save you. Was son Kamal's wishes. I didn't even know he was going to get married to my sister, in order to save you. The world is small isn't it" he said, litting up another cigarette. My mum had told me this. About how it was a big of a coincidence and her not forgiving my dad, thinking he was part of this plan.

"You know what, Nourdin, I hate you. I hate you with passion. I will never, ever do what you did to my mum. I may be looking like you. I may have your green eyes that haunt her. I may have your pale skin, but I will never do that to a woman. Because I know, thanks to my parents, how much worth a person is and how a five minutes of hell can last them a lifetime" I said, to which he only looked down. It must've done something. No one could be that heartless.

"Did he adopt you?" he asked.

"He did when I was a baby, just so you could never take me from my mother, legally" I said, to which his brows just raised a bit.

"I didn't know that" he said, looking normal again. He then looked at me for a second.

"Do you see him as your father?" he asked, almost whispered. I looked at him, feeling sorry for how messed up he was. Feeling sorry that he was my father.

"I do. I have never seen anyone else as it. I see Kamal as my father, as my hero, like all these kids see" I said, explaining him how I see him. It was very awkward, but it felt good to let it out.

"Do they have other kids?" he asked me and I nodded.

"Yes, a daughter. She looks like my dad. Blonde and blue eyes. And we also live with Kalil, my uncle. I don't even know why I'm telling you this" I said, to which he just looked at his cigarette. I wanted to ask the question that I had been dying to ask. Not even my mother knew it.

"Do you have other children?" I asked, wanting to know if I had other siblings. He looked at me, before shaking his head. He placed his head on his arm for a second before looking at me again.

"A daughter" he said, that caught me off guard. I had another sister? Another sister that I had never known?

"What's her name?" I asked him, wanting nothing more than to know about her. I wanted to find her, see her so badly. He looked me in the eyes for a second, and I felt like he was shy. It might have been just me, but that was what I was feeling.

"Karima. Her mother's name is Sharon. Karima doesn't know about me though" he said, to which I smirked. He called his daugther the girl version of the name of the one that he called so many names, the one that he left?

"You only have one minute left" I heard from the other side of the door. I stood up, but he kept sitting. He looked me in the eyes for a long time.

"Will I see you again?" he asked me, to which I got angry.

"Not in this world, but in the world Hereafter, I will be on your throat for even thinking of hurting my mother. I hope you rot in here, you don't deserve to be outside" I said, while walking away. Just when I was about to get out, he talked.

"Hey kiddo. I wish you the best in your life. Look after your sister, your family. Make your mother proud. You are a good mistake" he said.

I went over to the car, avoiding any eye-contact with my dad. I sat down, letting out the breath I didn't know I was holding.

"We need to find my sister"

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Oh. My. God.

OH MY GOD.

OH MY GOD!!

I CANT BELIEVE ITS OVER.

A week ago, I didn't even know when this story would be finished. A lot needed to happen still, but when I got this random idea for the last chapter, I wanted to finish it so badly. I finally knew how to end it and how to bring it to it. Gosh, I am so emotional right now.

I never knew writing would be this huge of a part of my life. I wrote in my past, but never saw it as a passion or anything, till I met Wattpad. You guys are the reason I can keep doing this.

I first wanna thank Allah for letting me do this. For helping me and giving me the mind to do this. The amount of help I did, known or unknown, is the only reason I do it for.

This story was a story I was scared about to write. It had such a subject that was touchy and very common. People are getting raped all over the world, which is unfair. I wanted to show that these things happen and how someone feels after it, especially while having a child as an outcome. I didnt want to make it a cliche story where the girl falls in love with her rapist, and they lived happily ever after- that does not happen. Rape is a serious issue and especially in our community it is ignored. People think it is a sin to talk about it, to think about it which is wrong. These women have voices without sounds. They can't say anything because they are scared their family would disown them. They hide it in them, letting the pain grow bigger and bigger each day. It is time that we talk about it, warn about it. Teaching our girls how to take care of themselves. Teaching our boys how to take care of women. Teaching our girls to speak up when something happened and not let them have any fear towards their parents, which leads it to hiding. As I said, rape is a serious issue, and just to 'clean' up, parents are marrying their daugthers of to their rapists. This should not be tolerated. We need to let our voice hear. I did this in a way with writing, you can do it with another. Know that rape has no religion, no ethnicity, no race. Rape is the worst that could happen to a woman, and its a sin no matter what.

Raise your voice and don't shut the sound off. You are worth much more than letting someone take advantage of you and getting away with it.

Thank you so much for reading this book. Every single one of you, really, silent or non-silent reader, I love you all. Thank you so much for everything you guys have done to me. Thank you for sticking with me in my difficult times, giving me advice. I know you guys care and I care too.

I hope you will stick by me, still, by being there with me by my other books.

Oh and, please tell me how you found this story, what your first impressions were, what had changed your mind and what you think of the ending.

Take care, and love you all.

~Souma

PS: THERE WILL NOT BE A SEQUEL, THIS WAS ALL.