Khadeeja's PoV.

I've forgotten everything or maybe I don't talk about it.
It's still somewhere in my mind but my lips are sealed.
To Qahtan's "why have you been acting so strangely?" Fights,I have apologized. My apologies for all that I've done that I ain't sorry for,seems like a strange compromise I do to myself that only I know about and only I am thankful or guilty in account for.

I smiled and waved as he left town for a week. I'll have some mental rest perhaps now. Shaheer is also leaving for a trip this afternoon and now I'm at my own exposure for things.

My whole week I wasn't pressuring on anything, taking everything as lightly as I could. When asked for any advice by Samara I just shook my head, smiled. I need to loosen up.

Till midweek as even Samara had no college everything went comfortable and laid back. No excessive cooking,no drama.
I went to super market for groceries and took advantage of the fresh air and breathed more fully than I did.

I was cleansing from inside,I needed this break so bad.

When on Thursday morning I returned Samara had few friends over.

I was in the kitchen again,she sat in mum's room.
Sara her friend,greeted me warmly as I placed snacks and juices on the table for the duo. I sat beside but Samara and Sara seemed to be quite on my existence.

"She'll stay for dinner"
Samara told me. I knew it was a sign to leave.

After a few minutes,I could hear their conversations from Mum's room. Mum's room has a thin wall and so were they talking very loud.

"She's beautiful, seems nice even"

Sara started with a compliment that seemed to have startled Samara in some way that changed her tone in coming statements.

"She is but I don't really find her very superlative, she is alright"

"Oh...she seems a bit boring to be honest with you when I saw her dress I was like this horrendous"

I could hear Samara laugh on her statement, my heart shrinked.

"She is extremely boring,I wonder how my brother bears her,she's such an extremist. I always wanted some one normal for my brother who could open him up a bit,you know like he's so simple himself I prayed for a little fun wife for him but here we are..."

"Why did you married him to her ?"

"Oh my mum persistently kept her away but my brother said that he cannot see himself being married anyone else than her and if we forced him to marry some else it would be wrong cause he only had her in mind as his wife,she always seemed to trap him with her oh-so-innocent actions. I don't even like her,nobody does...that is the reason she didn't get married all those years. We hoped so much for her to be somewhere else but pity our destiny"

My hands fell on the sides,I felt weak and my sobs broke my breath.
I couldn't breathe,how all of this hate? I could never in my dreams would've guessed.

"I know she has 3 sisters,the elder after her is so stylish,oh god I love her style!"

"The laugh is on her now,she married in a poor family,they don't even have proper shelter. Karma,she had such a impulsive personality, she was so proud! My mum earlier liked her but when she grew up ya Allah! She was a nuisance, I'm so glad she got thrown her face with all attitude in that house by her own dad,good decision. Now she's all pitiful. God you should've looked at her Abaya!"

"Ah! Really! I hope I run into her someday but I pity her,what about the Janaziah if am right,she got lucky I heard"

"Yeah I'm not excited or sad for her either. She's all ruling alone"

Such words against Raidah. My sister who I love dearly bythis girl who I loved dearly,no more; sadly no more. What did she do to her to even have this kind of prejudice against her. My sister is having a low life and she is being laughed at it. I have mistaken this family,I have broken my heart here too many times. Not all family is love,not all love comes from family. I shouldn't have married here,they hate me,they hate us!

I saw them as a family but they haven't accepted though I am their family, I shouldn't have forced raidah to have married Baraaq to have become a subject of laugh and pity from these girls ! Girls with no heart and no humanity!

I cried and cried at my loss which no wealth can repay.
She went on criticizing my clothes,my actions,my taqwa,my love for Qahtan and accusing me of acting as a saint and calling me a devil dressed in modest clothes. I have never heard things such as about myself.

I hate her or myself I don't really know,the worst part though was, she was talking loudly enough for me to hear like she wanted me to hear all this and cry and later she came and acted like nothing happened.