Verge of death

This is a verifiable tale of a girl named Nishto who used to be our housemaid when she was eight years old. As she was quiet juvenile maid in our house my mom used to take special care of her, she was belonging to a family that according to her seems to be quiet saintly and religious. All over the time my mom used to send Nishto to the local primary government school too and at that time she was in grade sixth. She lived in Swat Pakistan along with her family but she used to stay with us day/night far from her family and would go there more frequently on weekends. Nishto was a hardworking, industrious girl and along with our house chores she used to go to local institution for Quran memorization and translation . She was also very good in her studies and usually got first grades in her class. She'd always say that i want to become a teacher in future and will educate the society. I was so thunderbolt on that fact that she had disappeared from almost one year without informing my mother or any other member of our family. I saw her visiting our home on the last weekend while she was quiet remodeled. I was so much curious on her disappearance so i started interrogating multiple questions. At first she would just keep staring at me without sharing anything just because 80% of the women use silence to express pain, or maybe Nishto was truly hurt and was voluntarily ignoring me, but fortunately I tried to remind her the past memories that she had with us and then she started at once, with a burst of tears flowing on her face like a river. She narrated that on the weekend she left our home she was forcible wedlock to a man she hadn't even imagined of. She was Bonded to a man belonging to Afghanistan who was, according to one of the member that lead the terrorist organization. On the day all her wedding rituals were done she was driven all over the way by torkham byepass to Afghanistan where they, in order to avoid security purposes had to travel miles on foot. She further continued, moving forward on the arid and foreign sand my feet were so dry cracked that I at once asked one of the lady to let me have some rest under the shade of a tree. All of the ladies who had surrounded me like a prisoner, gazed at me all of the sudden and replied that they needed to move much faster from that area because they were suspecting some security issues. When they had moved miles on foot they reached their home. As i was at the entrance of the house they took a nail and hammered it on the wall and asked me to throw some sugar and nuts backward from a jar which was a part of their culture. They asked me to enter a particular room and get my dress changed before the groom reaches home and handed me over a dress which was all colored red and green and had mirrors, coins, popped lotus seeds, different types satin fabrics sewn on it. After i had my clothes changed I was ordered to enter a room where there were no lights and it was all dark around with a single lantern glowing in a corner. I was scared and confused at the same time about their weird customs. I was all alone in the room by myself and all of a sudden a man came inside the room. He had long grey beard, was covering his head with a black scarf and had a rifle hanging from his shoulder. I screamed so loud that i could hear the echoes of my voice back. He said at once keep calm and quiet or i'll rip your throat out so hard that you wouldn't be able to speak and i am your mighty husband. The man whilst still looking at me with his dreadful eyes, closed the door and started to unwind his rifle. His voice was so deep and frightening that I thought my pulse was gone and i am on the verge of my death but i was still breathing. He took a radio out of his cupboard, tried tuning for a particular channel but it seemed useless. He kept trying but it was all in vain and i could see that his skin was becoming pale and his lips were getting cyanosed. The scene and the environment was so frightening that they sent shivers down my spine. The hair on the back of my neck were all standing up as the man started uttering "you should be responding, you should be responding" and looking all over around. He stood up, took the radio with himself, tried tuning it again and when it failed he smashed it against the front wall, breaking it in million tiny pieces. Being in such a chronic condition, remaining silent for a while I tried taking a deep breath and started inquiring but he never responded to me. He rushed like a thunderstorm, forcefully grabbing his rifle and opened the door. While being in such a huge suspense i jumped at once from the bed at once and followed him. While having my both hands on the ground i wondered if i could dig the mud away and cover my whole body inside the ground. He then extended his hand, reached my ponytail and started dragging my towards the room out of the corridor. My feet were all crushed against the dry sand, and my head smashed against the pavement and i had no control over my body coordination but he kept on dragging me. When we reached the door he closed it with his single hand while holding me from my ponytail with his other hand. When i had some control over my body for a while i screamed for help but my scream was muffled by his deep and mysterious voice and he replied "I am your allegorical God don't you know that? Don't you even dare to look at me in my eyes or i'll rip them out and throw them away so that you don't ever try again to follow me". He left me there, in the darkness of that night that will never escape my memory. Because of my head injury i dropped to the ground like a lifeless cadaver. I clearly remember the black curtains over the sky, and the twisted, warped shapes that the stars made against the blackness. I could feel that even the sky was moaning over my condition and the air was so thick that i was about to choke with its acidic breath. All sort of dark thoughts attacked my mind and tears started to stream down from my eyes like a river. I could see images of my mother and sibling flying all around me and then everything was gone bleak as i went unconscious.