Just Be Friends

12 - The truth

1-9-15

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This is the continuation of previous chapter in Zain's Pov and it will be short.

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The weather suddenly changed making me shiver.

I have been walking for nearly twenty minutes. Just a few more steps and I'll be at home.

My legs pained from the previous beating but I have no other option, and I deserve it.

I pushed that girl. How could I do something like that? I hate everyone who treated Husna badly. And today, I did the same with that girl.

She will be back tomorrow. What will I do then?

Will she hate me? Will she forgive me for this?

A girl should be treated like a queen, as Allah says. What I did was disgusting.

I see the car parked outside the entrance. He is at home.

I'm dead now.

Collecting all the strength in me, I stepped inside the door.

I took a few more steps and suddenly the vase came hitting me on the face.

That is going to have a bad bruise.

"Where the fucķ were you? Answer me!" He shouted and took off his belt.

No! I don't want to do this today. I don't have it in me take it.

He raised the belt and I as a coward stepped back, bending down to take the hit.

A hit on the back is better than a hit on face.

It stings badly but I control my whimpers.

He hit me again and then again. After a few more hits I couldn't control myself.

"MOM!" I shouted with everything I had in me.

She came out with an expression of bore on her face.

"You made a big mistake. You are late home. You certainly deserve it. Take it like a man, boy. I'm sure Islam teaches you that. Wren, don't you think you are going too lenient on him?"

I knew this was going to her answer.

Every single time dad hits me, she encourages him more.

With every feeling of love in me for her, I call her. But she never defends me. What did I do to deserve all this?

"Zain, you know all this can stop. You know what you need to do. Turn back to Christian again and I'll love you as I used to. Leave Islam, Zain." I would never understand the hate he has for Muslims.

As I converted, the beating started. First it was just a slap or few. Then it started with the punching and throwing things on me.

But now, I'm beaten with a belt nearly every day.

Why you might ask? Just because I converted.

Husna converted with me. She too faced many difficulties.

It was two years ago when I converted. There was this feeling of something missing inside me which Islam fulfilled.

It was an amazing feeling after I started practicing. But every thing changed in the view of my parents. I thought in time they would accept it but they didn't.

I was pulled out of thoughts as soon as I felt the hit against my face.

I gritted my lips together to stop the pain. I feel like shouting to at him, but I remind myself that he is my father.