The first tear slipped out of her eyes like it was shy. Like it could not quite believe it was free, just like she could not believe she was finally free.
After 4 years in an abusive marriage, 4 years of being beaten, talked down on, f****d and maltreated, Zainab just could not believe it was real and finally happening.
As the men laid down her husband in the coffin and then put him into the cold, hard earth, her joy kept bubbling, slowly but surely.
It had taken so long to get here. So f*****g long and finally, fina-f*****g-ly, she could be her own woman, she could love whoever she wanted, live wherever she wanted and f**k whoever could rock her body better.
The car ride back home was quiet. Her driver knew better than to disturb her thoughts, she was after all, grieving.
He did
