“Never underestimate the power of Dua (supplication).” – Anonymous
If you haven't prayed your salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can't.
Aamal p.o.v
" Devil " I heard his chilling voice sending down my spine .
But with a jet speed I lost his presence .
I wanted to extend my hand to see if he is still standing in front of me but my body just decided to be a statue.
" WHAT THE HELL.... WHAT HAPPENED TO THE LIGHTS " I head his thunderous voice from a distance ..
Okay confirm not in front of me ....I let out my breath which I didn't even remember I was holding .
" Boss we are -"
" Fix this before I come or else -" his incomplete sentence was enough for everyone to understand his warning .
There was a complete silence all I heard was a sound of shoe walking out .
Who the hell is this devil ???
Suddenly the light came back , quickly covering my eyes with the back of hands as the sudden light irritated my eyes .
" What the hell are you doing there '' I heard the man irritated voice who brought me here.
Oh did I mention forcefully ???
" I - umm - I " I was loss of word and my dear didn't help my mind at all .
" Come down NOW!" He bark rudely like I am an animal .
Well they are....
" Rabia... Take her to servants quater , she's the new maid here " I glance at the women who was commanded , my eyes automatically scan her from head to toe . She must be in mid 50s if my mother was alive , she must be in her age . One thing that surprise me in this heartless people surrounding me that she is the only one holding a sympathy gaze toward my direction .
I felt layers of unsettling emotion , averting my gaze I waited for her to walk so I could follow her .
" Come dear " ohh even her voice making me remind of my Aunt wgo was a mother figure to me . A great pang gripped my heart
Holding my emotions I follow I hate to cry infront of other people . I don't know why .
Soon she led me to servants quater to my surprise every servants has seperate room . Opening the gate , she nodded my way to enter inside and I did . Scanning the room I realised it is bigger than my room in my home .
Is this really a servant quater or guest room ??
" We are not treated that bad here " she answered my unasked questions .
" I heard you are here for one year " she pat my back '' don't worry it will pass with the blink of an eye "
" What if they don't let me go '' these questions causing me anxiety with every passing second in this mansion .
" I cannot say much but boss never break his promise and trust me as much as it a good thing , it's a bad thing too "
" Horrible " she whispered the last word looking down .
I wanted to ask so many things but I knew nothing going to make the pain less .
" Okay " that's all I said .
Patting my cheek one last time , she left . I quickly close the door leaning my back on it .
A shivering gasp escape my lips as the tears started to fell one by one .
Who knew....I was planning so much to be a teacher in a reputed school and here I am a maid of a Mafia house .
Squeezing my eyes shut I let slip down letting the tears fell freely remember my family .
2 months before......
‘’ Hey get a glass of water my step mom yells as soon as she comes back home , in a jet speed I run to the kitchen trying my best to complete her order before she gets angry , her anger is something I am afraid of..
‘’HURRY UP !’’ she yelled again.
‘’yes ‘’I ran was holding the glass of water but suddenly my leg tripped and I fell on the ground smashing the glass on my hand .
‘’ no…no..no..no…’’ I cried out scared , without paying attention to my bleeding hand I tried to pick up the shattering pieces . if she sees this then she will beat me till I black out .
my heart started thudding inside my chest ….. I wanted to run away from this house so badly .
I was busy picking up the broken pieces when my eyes caught her feet in front of me .
my eyes grow wide …. I knew what's coming for me.
I continue to stare at her feet, not daring to raise my eyes….I know in any second I am gonna trash badly .
" You little ####" she abused me and I closed my eyes …. No matter how many times she abuses me it still hurts every single time .
In a blink she grabs a chunk of my hair forcing me to get up .
" I am sorry….I am so sorry please leave me " I beg for forgiveness .
She pushed me across the living room " leave you??? Why don't you leave this world just like your mother did " she screamed those hurtful words and the house echoed my painful scream as her beating session started .
" Please stop " I woke up dreaming of the same nightmare . Cold sweat covers my forehead , I look at my surroundings, it's dark…. Just like my life .
Though I got out of that hell hole, it still doesn't leave my mind .
I lick my dry lip. You are still so pathetic… my consciousness mock and I felt angrier .
Suddenly I heard the call for the prayer . Taking a deep breath I pulled off my blanket and got down from the bed . Going to the washroom I did my wudu and prayed my compulsory prayer.
I wanted to look at the sunset through the window but then I remembered I had school in the morning . I don't want to be late . So I went to sleep , yeah…duty before beauty .
" Aamaal wake up " I heard my personal alarm clock shaking my body .
" wake up !" She snatched the blanket from my body " it's 9:00 a.m."
Hearing the word 9:00 a.m my eyes flew open " what ? Why didn't you wake me up earlier " I frantically tried to search my phone and the moment I got it I glanced at the screen then glared at her " seriously ? …It's 8:00 a clock "
" It's going to be 9:00 soon , come downstairs I have prepared breakfast " with which she left and I huffed in .
" She always does that " I groan, wanting to sleep some more but knowing I am not getting any, I get down not before throwing some tantrums.
After getting refreshed and dressed for school I went downstairs .
" Why do you always do that ?" I asked my aunt who flipped the paratha like a professional chef. Did I tell you guys that she is the best cook in this world ??? Oh well she is .
" I love it, " she simply shrugged .
My eyes widened, " you love to annoy me ?" I ask bewildered .
" Yep " that's the only answer I got .
" BOO!"
" WHAT THE -" I jump in fear and glare at my good for nothing brother .
I put my hand over my chest to stabilise my heartbeat " did I ever mentioned that I hate you "
" Everyday " he pulled the chair beside me and I stuck my tongue out .
" Assalamualaikum everyone " my little cousin Amira came downstairs running , she is just 8 years old and the youngest family member .
" Where is my breakfast? " she pout looking at the table .
" I ate everything, " my brother wiggles his eyebrows .
Yes he doesn't even spare her
" Mom….why is he so annoying? " she yelled at Aunty .
" I think that every day " I sigh….
" But I love you guys " he pulled us for a hug .
" Ewww " we both pushed him away .
" Ouch I am hurt " he put his hand on his chest dramatically and we rolled our eyes.
" By the way, Ibrahim , what happened to your ticket? " My uncle came pulling a chair ready for breakfast .
" It's confirmed , I am leaving in three days, " he said .
" Alhamdulillah ( all praise belongs to God ) "
" Finally a breath of fresh air " Amira looked up at the ceiling dramatically .
" You both are going to miss me the most " he eyed us .
" Nope "
" Never "
" You both will and even if you cry I won't come " he laughed and my heart skipped a beat .
Only if I knew what the future held for us….I would have never let him go …
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