Imagination

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"Listen Yousef ! we can't do this ,how are we supposed to tell the children?!?!! can you imagine how devastated they would be, please reconsider this!!" my mum whisper screamed at my dad, it was very late ,this night was very blurry, not only because I was slightly high (not so ironic of me) but also because it felt unreal , the weather was very cold ,even at home because my parents could no longer afford to pay for the electricity or gas so we cant really use that stuff anymore. 

"it's what's for the best, I don't have a choice " said my dad , slowly my mum started to cry "please I'm begging you.....how am I supposed to tell the children?" my mums voice was shaking at that point "tell us what?" I slowly walked in, my mums turned to face me while she made a shocked face expression as well as my dad ,My parents had forgotten I was out with my friends "Ilyas this doesn't concern you get out now!!!" screamed my dad .I never really had a good connection with him as his oldest and only son ,I couldn't even remember when was the last time me and him bonded over anything  " what do you mean this doesn't concern me? mum just asked you how she was supposed to tell us this and somehow this doesn't concern me? " I said in an annoyed manner , my mum gasped as he suddenly walked up to me and grabbed me from the shirt "I SAID THIS DOESN'T CONCERN YOU AND THEREFORE IT DOESN'T ,DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME YOUNG BOY??? ALL YOU HAVE EVER DONE WAS DISSAPOINT ME ! " my sisters came rushing to the room as he started beating me up, my mum came rushing and tried to separate him from me while she was crying , he said a lot  but it was whispers to me ,I just kept on analysing the scene, the fury on my dads face, my mum who wouldn't stop crying and my two sisters by the door in complete shock.

That night , at 12:34pm the cops were called to our house by our neighbours who claimed to have heard shouting from our house , my dad was arrested for child abuse and my mum later on divorced him as he was going to do so to begin with. We moved to Newcastle upon Tyne three months after the incident , now, my mum got a job as a childcare worker and worked for 3 hours daily, as where I  got a job as a coffee shop cashier and now together we are able to provide for the to of us and my 3 younger sisters Inayah, Medina and Bayan . But even though we are barely providing for ourselves , I can't stop consuming drugs , it has become an addiction. At first ,back when we used to live with dad  it wasn't as addicting as it is now , I find that drugs are an escape from the real world ,the stress I have all disappears when I'm high and I love that. even though I feel terrible afterwards I just can't seem to stop, my mum doesn't know I do drugs, she knew that my dad used to be addicted but she never knew that I used to take them aswell.

Today, I am starting school at Ocean crest high as a senior , can't lie itwas already very hard for me to make friends back in Durham but hopefully I will make good friends here.

" Ilyas help Bayan get her stuff from the cupboard please!!!" screamed my mum from downstairs while she was putting her hijab on to go to work, I go to Bayan and she was staking up stools to get to the top drawer ,I ran and picked her up, got the stuff and gave them to her "ya allah ! Inayah come here !!! you don't want to miss out on this one really trust me!" she said dying of laughter, Inayah walked in and kept looking around the room until I saw her look me up and down and laugh along with Medina "Ilyas what are you wearing?" giggled Inayah "what?" I said ,I really couldn't understand what they were laughing about "Have you never heard of something called a mirror ?"laughed Medina , I turned to look at myself in the mirror of Bayans room , They weren't wrong ,I looked like shit , I got up and went over to my room  to change my outfit as quickly as I could , it was my first day so I still didn't have a uniform and that meant I could wear whatever I wanted , I changed into a grey hoodie ,black baggy jeans and a black puffer jacket ,It was the safest option I had ,I ran downstairs and got into the car with mum and closed the door " See Ilyas , I knew you had it in you!" Medina said in a teasing manner , she is my first sister ,she is also going to start attending the same high school as a year 9 ,and Inayah is my second youngest sister who is starting year 6 and Bayan is the third starting year 4 "honestly Ilyas I don't understand why you are wearing that, you are supposed to dress in something more formal to be taken a bit more seriously " said my mum in a slightly worried tone " mama I dont think you understand , Ilyas is trying to bag all the girls in the high school , he doesn't care about the teachers" laughed Medina while she was playing with her curls "Medina do you ever shut up?" I said, then I turned around to look at her , signed to her that she is done for but couldn't help but let out a laugh which made my mum think that bagging girls was actually my objective "Ilyas wallahi if any of your teachers tell me that you keep talking to girls wallahi you won't see your phone for a month" mum said , Medina looked at me, I looked at her  and we just laughed

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