He left after that day and didn't return for a few days.
Probably because it enraged him or did something I was not supposed to.
But I knew it won't remain long. He would return to torment my soul, which he did.
I was praying Isha(a prayer name) at night. Sitting on the prayer mat, I was desperately asking for protection because I didn't feel safe here at all.
From him and his men, I could feel their licentious intentions from afar, each second, I had to fight for my leftover respect.
But, I didn't know for how long I could.
With tears in the corner, I was whispering, "Ya Allah, please protect me."
And the man who had sworn to ruin my one moment of tranquility entered. My heart began to beat rapidly when his powerful footsteps echoed in the room.
"Oh, you're prayi
