Recap: Where we're the two old people?Rehmat's grandfather and grandmother?"He paled and avoided making eye contact when I asked him, perhaps because he did not know me? maybe he was wondering how I knew?

Zainab:

Some people never stop being angry, so accept them for who they are.
Walk away; the battle they are fighting is not yours, but theirs."Just finish your work in this mansion and stay out of family matters or you will be in great trouble," he said, indirectly warming me. I simply nodded in agreement.
The driver avoided my question and now him..fine! I am just more curious now.

After a while, I asked him a question that was bothering me. He said he was Rehmat's father, and that was all the information I needed to know. There was a man who had yelled at me twice for being late. Even though I am sure he did not know who I was, I will overlook it for now.

That man constantly spoke in a frightening and tense manner, snapping at me, and all the while I felt like at least someone was trying to be friendly.

My mind was still filled with one more query. "Where had their son gone?" I was astounded by my own curious mind. I never allow a guy to touch me. Even a stranger, or converse with anyone for that matter, then why is this happening? I wondered to myself. No, I should go back to being who I was before coming here.

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For a whole week I did the what hey told me, not daring to refuse or compain as I feared how they would react.

It was Friday and all the rest of the maids were were off for a long weekend. Didn't that wicked aunt feel any mercy for me? DAMN! Working for three days, that too independently...and facing these people. It was like being a soldier on the war field without any sword or shield and totally vulnerable.

I figured out there was just one way face this battle so I placed my prayer mat and prayed Isha in my room and asked Allah to give me strength and patience.

Didn't these people even for a slight second think of us as a family? See what money does to some people?

I lay on my bed wide awake and my thoughts ran to what will happen tomorrow. I really have to wake up early by 6 am and start with kitchen first...yeah that's a good idea. I stared at the ceiling of this room, it was nice. At least it was peaceful. I had some time alone to myself, but sometimes it became boring. I have come to Mumbai but haven't been out of this mansion. It felt like as if I have been jailed in this mansion for a crime I did not commit. *Aaghhhhh*

*Next day*
*Saturday*
I usually wake up at 5:30 am, so that is when I started my day. After setting my sheet, I took care of my ablution, put on my long hijab, said the Fajr prayer, and then I headed to their mansion.

As I got closer, I noticed that the massive gate of the mansion was closed, but to my surprise, the house's gate was open.

"What is going on?" My subconscious questioned me, but I ignored it. "Remember, Zainab, to avoid trouble at all costs." I gave myself a heads-up.

I began carefully and attentively cleaning the kitchen and scrubbing other soiled utensils. What would happen if I broke one, only Allah knows. When I was finished, I wandered off to the sitting room by myself.

I noticed the portraits on the intricately designed frames on the wall while I was cleaning up the sitting room.
Wow! lovely family who have everything they could possibly want—drivers, children, money, and family. Aside from that, she has a better personality and a friendly demeanor. I suppose money cannot buy that...in fact, I believe it saps a person's humanity. It was incredible that I had survived a week in this mansion. I mentally rubbed my back. I never imagined I would get this far.

"Stop staring and do the work; be out by 12 p.m.," said the voice that always sent shivers down my spine. I swear I flinched backward out of fear. Luckily, the frame was out of my hands.

Ya Allah! I fear that this evil aunt of mine will cause me to have a heart attack one day. When she shows up and tells me something along those lines, I do not know why I did not think to intrude on their affairs.

In a quiet voice, I said, "Yes, ma'am, I will." She is the same age as my mother but not at all like my mother, so I do not fear her, but I do respect her.

"Remember to be outside the mansion and in your room by 12 pm," she yelled again, and I just nodded. I do not know how many times she would tell me, and I do not know about anyone else, but I am tired of her already.

By 12 pm or later, what will happen? Guess what? It is 10.45 am now. Everybody was in the house today.

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My gaze swept across the house and eventually settled on the big square clock, which had just struck 11.30 am. Ya Allah! I have to get going, or else I am going to die today.

I heard footsteps and instead of running outside, I sprinted to hide under the table next to the left door, where they kept the newspapers and magazines. I hid there out of all places..well done Zainab. Fantastic!

Stupid of me, I know, but I suppose curiosity kills the cat, and I am one of them—in fact, I believe I am their queen.

All I could make out were legs and voices, and they were getting closer to the couches.
I was relieved that I had hidden beneath their table and that I could move around a little because, god, my specs were going to fall off.

On sometimes, I love that I am short and can fit anywhere 😉..

The voice of the evil aunt resounded throughout the house, "Rehmat, hurry up." I simply shut my mouth, remained motionless, and bowed.

Are you finally ready, young ladies ?Assalamualeikum? that sweat-inducing voice could even greet ...That deep, irksome, frightening voice that twice screamed at me was not coming from my uncles, who were at home because it was Saturday. What is going on? They were running as though they were the king or the judge of some sort of program. Who was this guy?Did they have to wait for him, the king or the president?

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