"How is the Hassan house treating you?"
I sigh and cover my legs with my ankle length ball skirt. I watch her quietly.
"They treat me well enough Mother." She shakes her head.
"So, you won't say this time that your husband beat you?" My eyes fly open immediately.
"What do you mean 'say'?
She spreads out her hands and crosses her feet at the ankles.
"You lied last time to get out of the Hunkur's house. Don't lie this time." She says and anger wells from deep inside of me.
"What so you mean I lied?" She smiles and waves her hand.
"Nadir's mother says they treated you very well and didn't deserve the things your husband did to their son." I blink.
And raise my hands to cup my lips and face. "Nadir's mother said that to you?"
She nods stupidly. I scoff with a sad smile.
"So, you'd rather believe a stranger than your own daughter?" Her face changes.
"What do you mean a stranger, sometimes I'd rather trust a stranger than my own daughter who will stab me in the back with a poisoned knife."
What does she mean?
"Who stabbed you in the back and how does it relate to Nadir's wickedness or his mother's lies?" She hisses and shakes her hand in my face.
"That bitch's daughter is the backstabbing, you are the wicked backstabber." I shut my eyes slowly, tears make it hard to, my eyes hurt. Painfully.
"Why can't you accept that Baba cheated on you, that he is the one whom you're supposed to blame. Not Safiyya or her mother, now even poor me." She stretches out her hand and slaps me.
"I regret the day I allowed you to stay in my womb, if you'd turned out dead, it would have been better, at least I'd have given birth to a better one that would have been like me and wouldn't betray me."
Her words hurt more than the slap but I'm too angry to think it over.
"Let me start from the very beginning, Did you know that Nadir beat me, that the first night after I was taken to his home, he held my body down as he raped my body repeatedly. Did you know? No you didn't." I question her and answer my question at the same time.
"Did you know he treated me like a slave, like a lowlife, like a lowest of the low lows? Now you know. The day I came home here, what was your first question and how did I answer you?" She doesn't reply.
"I told you clearly that I would not stay with a man who slept with men and women. Didn't I?" She nods reluctantly at the sound of my loud voice.
"Good, so next time one liar spits lies to you, tell her, that her son lies about his sexual orientation. That he swings both ways." I carefully sit on the rug again, she's changed the colour to a deep chocolate.
"I didn't know all that." She says and I scoff. How would you know?
"But it doesn't take away the fact that you betrayed me deeply." I purse my lips to hold the words that I know I would regret later.
"It would have happened sooner or later." She leans back on the sofa.
"What do you mean? Sooner or later?" She mimics my voice.
"Your husband cheated Mother. Don't forget that, he lied to Safiyya' mother."
She hisses loudly.
"Lies? That slut just found a meal ticket and stuck to it." I gape at her.
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ChickLitNabeela has never had life easy, never ever. She is at her wits end. Love and living life has never been her known forte. But, what will she do when she gets tangled in a web of deceit and lies woven by her parents? What happens when the very ones...
