You may not see it today or tomorrow, but when you look back in a few years, you will be amazed at how everything did not go as planned, but rather as Allah had planned, and you will be grateful for where you are today.

Zainab:

I never accepted gifts from anyone, and I do not want to accept any from him either because it might make him think something else that I do not want. Instead, I stared at the pricey gift he had placed on my table. His words continued to replay in my mind. Even the gift's wrapping screamed wealth.

I wish to avoid misleading anyone.

My mother once told me to never trust people because some people are only there to manipulate your emotions and leave you hanging. I still remember her advice.

I took a nap at 5:30 p.m. because I dislike crowds and parties, and I felt like work would be easier afterward.He invited me to this expensive party, which I had never attended before, ahh.

I am glad it is happening tomorrow because other maids will be there and we can divide up the work.
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I switched off my alarm tone of Nokia cell phone and hurriedly went to get ready once done, I checked myself in the mirror and wore niqab(a scarf covering your face except eyes)did I tell you? uncle chef when he went to see his wife he bought it on the way he thought about me covering my face with my other scarf he thought of buying it then whenever I want to wear it I can he said I thought better to start now rather than later.

I took everything with me mop, bucket, water and other stuff.

Once I stood out of my room the cool evening wind blew and am glad I wore long Kurti n tights I love them and pumps so my feet were covered.

Evening air-chilled on my skin it gets cooler and cooler by night.

I roll my eyes as I enter the mansion, they must be either sleeping or planning for tomorrow's party, I entered slowly and saw my uncle and his wife while they sat in a sitting room discussing while Zahid and Rehmat weren't seen anywhere.

"Assalamualeikum, "I greeted and am glad I received a grumpy response, but at least they did not ignore my greetings.

"Waleikumsalam," I simply shook my head and proceeded to the kitchen. I cleaned, assisted Uncle Chef, and thanked him for the niqab. Once finished, I slowly made my way to the stairs...I wish Rehmat would have been more friendly; I miss my friends.

"Wait, "the annoying lady's voice stopped me from going any further. oh no!now what did she want?

When I turned around, her eyes widened in confusion and surprise, but they were quickly replaced by a devilish look and smirk, and while her husband was busy on his laptop, she headed to where I was.

"What is that?" Did she even pray five times a day, she asked, as if she did not know what I was wearing?

"Niqab," I curtly replied, then cast a sidelong glance at my incredibly preoccupied uncle.

"I understand it is the niqab," she remarked, but why had she asked some people who seemed to enjoy poking their noses everywhere?

It hurt, but I will not argue back; she is older. My eyes were about to water. "Covering your ugly dark face at least now my son would not have to see that face of yours and tomorrow we have party be covered like this only," she said, and my face paled. I was not as fair as her or her daughter, but that did not give her the right to judge me or my appearance.

"I do not want any clumsiness or mistakes," she said, not realizing the saying that no one is perfect.

"Yes, ma'am," I whispered, and she dismissed me with her hand. I went upstairs slowly to return him the gift, first to his room, then to Rehmat.

He answered my first knock at the door with that deep, smooth voice I knew so well.

"Please come in. I am hoping he is in the restroom or somewhere else so I can just give it back to him without having to say anything.

When I opened the door and looked around, I discovered that the room was tidy, with a big king-size bed and a large flat-screen TV on one wall and his small office and laptop on a table beside it, all while his phone was charging. Oh my God, when did I start noticing guys' rooms?

I simply left the gift on the table and got to work cleaning when I heard someone take a shower; he had to be in the restroom.

When I was finished cleaning on the floor, I tried to stand up but fell onto the hard chest. I tried to move away from him but my leg struck the side of the bed, almost knocking me down, but someone grabbed my arm and helped me up safely.

"Are you alright?"I realized I was still holding him when I heard his worried voice, and I jerked my hand away as soon as he touched it while I was turning away.

He touched me, ya Allah, after entering my room, giving me a gift, and inviting me to his party. I felt uneasy when he touched me, so I acted quickly to avoid seeing how he reacted.

"I am fine," I said, gathering my belongings and moving toward the door. I am relieved that the pain was minimal and had not been twisted in any way.

His touch—no, Zainab, do not think about it—and my son would not have to see your face—evil aunt's words rang in my head. Ugly dark.I dried my tears.

"You returned the gift? Why?" He inquired, as if unhappy with my decision. I was standing one step away from the door, carrying my belongings in one hand while the other felt warm and now cold from his touch. This was my first time being touched by a man, so perhaps he did not like it or did not notice?

"Please understand, I can not accept," I responded, my back to him, but he was already in front of me, blocking the way.

"How about coming to the party?" he inquired, and I nodded.

"Your mother told me to be there, but I am just a maid; I will be there like the other maids," I explained to him, using only his words.

"You will always remind me of my words?" He said in a defeated voice, and I nodded.

"This gift is from me, not my mother," he explained, but I still shook my head in denial.

I just stood there, his words echoing in my mind, "One day you will accept everything I give you."

Why would not he just leave me alone?

What he meant to say when he said, "Just the way I touched you coincidentally everything else also will happen what I want I get it," was that he would get what he wanted.

"Okay, do not accept the gift, but please attend the party," he said. "I know what I need to tell Bum."

"Your mother has asked me to be there, so I will be," I said quietly, avoiding any further movements that might cause us to touch or collide.

"Fine, listen to them and ignore what I say, right? Ignore my gift? Ignore my request? Identify me as a stranger? but admit to me that you felt nothing at all from the slight touch?" When he said that, my heart skipped a beat and I realized how wrong it was.

"Tell me damnit," he yelled, slamming the door shut as he stepped back and I retreated.

"Oh, no, I felt nothing,"I lied to him; I know how I felt, but it is too soon, and he will eventually hurt me.

"Liar," he said, and I waited for him to move before I left.

It is time to tell him, even though I never talk to guys like that. Once he knows, he will back off on his own, so I will not tell him anything that will not at least make him realize he needs to move on.

"I am hated by your parents." Do you even know who I am? Your sister does not even talk to me."I am sure he does not know, but his next statement startled me. He opened the door, told me to go, saying that Rehmat's room was still available for today, followed by the dining room. My hands were already tired, and these people were making my head spin.

"I know everything about you," he said, and I stood frozen in my place, wondering if he knew or was just playing around. How could he know all of that?

I rushed away from him again, this time further away, and went to clean Rehmat's room, which was next to his, but his words lingered in my thoughts.

I know everything about you? By that, what did he mean? Aside from my family, nobody knew about it. It was a difficult time in my life that I have hidden away and lost the key to.

I swear to Allah, this guy is going to drive me insane. He took my first touch of the day. I wonder what else he will take.
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