Where there is a will, there is a means.

Salma:
The guy was very stubborn, and he stayed where he was, in the same kitchen room as me.

"I will find out everything about you," he said in his deep accent before leaving the room and rejoining the others in the sitting room.

"What was his relationship to them?"

I made tea and pondered how they had loved me until they had their own daughter. Since they had never had children and my parents could not support me, they gave me over to his best friend's family. I had been spoilt and attended school up until primary school, during which time they had not physically harmed me. However, once I tried to expose them, everything changed for me; I felt as though I were in prison.

Punishments began because there was always a comparison and judgment. They believed that I had harmed their daughter and that I was loved by all family members rather than their own daughter, even though this was untrue. They insulted me at every event that took place at their house, workplace, or any other location that I was not permitted to go.

The letter one of the maids found in Malika's room told me everything I needed to know about my parents.

"Where is my tea?"evil I shook my head, dismissing Malika's shouting from the other end, saying she did not even know how to make basic tea.

I took the tray of tea cups and snack tray while I stood there, and their daughter was seated next to him. I glanced sideways and saw that he was staring at me, so I left the room as soon as I heard footsteps.

After taking the cup, I simply moved very far away from him and he moved closer. "Here," that voice was now familiar to me.

He was trying to play with my emotions as he sat there with a girl.

His words made me stop because, up until now, no one had expressed interest in me. "You know the more you distance yourself the more curious I will be since I am very curious about you," he said.

"Your girlfriend is waiting for you," I am not even sure why I said that or where it came from. This guy was messing with my head.

"My girl?" He questioned while I avoided him and went to get the remaining cups, which I washed until I heard their daughter, Muzna's, excited voice.

Our conversation was cut off when she said, "Clean my room and it should be done by the time I am back." She was grinning broadly as I looked up at her without turning to face the guy.
She gave him a tender glance, and I averted my gaze.

What if you went ahead and got your belongings while I waited for you in the car? The next words he said made me freeze in place, and I just stood there, my hands shaking as I tightly clutched my hijab to avoid his gaze. He told her, and she obeyed, while I was just thinking about going back to my room.

"What did you say, my girl?""My girl will be you and only you," he said firmly, and I closed my eyes to recite some duas.This is impossible.

"This is not possible," I said softly, not understanding anything at the time.

He whispered in my ear, "Remember what I said, when there is a will, there is a way." It hurt to see them go hand in hand and gave me chills.

Since I do not even know him and have not had a good look at him, how can it hurt?Ya Allah, what is going on with me?

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