Arafah
A shirtless muayyad came in, eyes glossy as he stares at me his shirt hanging on his shoulder
"Get up let's pray isha" he starts wearing his shirt leaving no room for discussion and I was smart enough to know what was going on
I picked myself up barely standing up. I was sore as hell and it hurt but a smile was on my lips. I Took a hot bath and that was sure to ease the soreness and tense muscles. After what felt like a while I got out and got dressed applying homemade medicine my aunt gave me which made me feel a bit better.
hijab in hand I slip it on as I joined him, we performed our prayer and recited few duas. After that he was quick to take his shirt and sweat off leaving himself in Only his briefs. while I timidly took my hijab off trying to fold It with shaky hands. H
