The Acceptance

BABA

Qasifah PoV :

“please baba don't do this I'm begging you please don't”. all I could do is scream in agony while he hit me with his belt until my skin tore and bleed out and I passed out.

I woke up in the middle of the night and saw my alarm it was 3 am. I could not breath after the horrible nightmare it feel so real again. I jump out from my bed and went to do ablution to pray tahjud. I cried and cried in the sujood while asking forgiveness for the things I did in the past. I always used to think what did I ever do to deserve this punishment?. “the past can be so cruel that it won't leave you easily. there's always a rebound to your past”. I slept on the floor in the praying mat

“oopss I forgot that I have a tournament at the boxing ring fight today”. yes, your guess is right I'm a boxer . I joined boxing club when I was 17 years old and nobody knows that I'm a girl because I always used to wear a hoodie and face mask to cover my face so that no one could see. its the secret and illegal underground fighting ring near Fulton St. “The Vault” fighting club.

after mom died due to the cancer, my dad become the whole new person .he started to hit me for no reason until my skin tore and bleed, he even started to drink without any care. Besides he was the most religious person I have ever known, but then people change.

My father didn’t like me since the day i was born, he always wanted a boy but then i was born. Since then he was always hard on me, without my mom i will be dead right now. She was the sweetest person i have ever known and she was the backbone of the family.

I was 10 when my dad started to abuse me both mentally and physically. I still have some scars and stitches on my body which looks so ugly. However the scars on my body doesn’t give me much pain as it give’s me in my heart. The abuse continues for several years at a point i left the house without looking back, I could not tolerate my dad anymore.

In the long run i had to face many problems, being homeless without money is very hard and i have been harassed by a few guys in the streets there was no one to help me. After few months living in the street i look like a s**t with torn clothes and wounds on my body so basically i smell so horrible.

A kind lady offered to help me by taking me in her care. She is a wonderful women her name was Alice,she’s 40 and she lives alone however she doesn’t have any kids. I have to accept her offer when she softly asked “hey are you alone? Where is your parents? Did you runaway from your family?” She asked so many questions that I forgot to blink my eyes and i was so afraid to answer however i told her slowly that“ my parents are dead ”. That’s the only thing i said to her and she offered to help me out and I accept it without thinking twice.

She lives in a nice apartment near church street, that’s where I found about the illegal fighting ring “The Vault ”. Since then I started to practice fighting skills and going to gym to protect myself from the monsters.