THE SHOW- PART 2/3- POST 13

Published July 15, 2014 by katysoqewl

Entering my room, I crashed onto the bed with my shoes and everything and slept till the sun was at its glory. I took another shower, I guess I was just in awe with the Buzz Lightyear soap and the Sheriff Woody sponge that I always used as a child while yelling at the top of my lungs,” TO INFINTIY AND BEYOND!!” I dressed, read namaaz and went downstairs for lunch… sitting at the “BRIDES” table because I think I gave her enough of a break, I mean 24 hours is LOOOONG… Time for Teasing101 to kick in. They came down hand in hand, all smiliesh, shyish and looks of innocence. Back of my mind, I was like, “Please Tasneem, are you the same one that stole the neighbours car and blamed the maid for it?? Innocent my foot!!”

Anyway, they settled down at the table but there was a weird tension and things were sooo awkward. I had a gut feeling all wasn’t good. No conversation ensued and after what seemed like centuries, the meal was over, I rushed over to my baby cousins Zahreen and laaiq to hear them say their cute words. Playing hide&seek with all these small kiddos dressed up in all different characters, really was the best. Suddenly a shriek!!!!

SILENCE………..

Tasneem was out on the floor trembling uncontrollably. Uzair carried her to the car and Disney Hospital was the destination. Literally knowing her whole life history, I tried to think if maybe she had a reaction to something she ate, but no possibilities could I think of. All the glamour and joy was gone and that, which replaced it, was only worry. Tick, Tock, the clock struck twelve and they were not yet back. Defying my mum’s orders to stay and baby sit, I set of for the hospital. No amount of bracing prepared me for the news I got, Tasneem had a symptoms of physical abuse!!!

ABUSE??? UZAIR???

With my heart beating with questions, I entered the ward room to find a Tasneem that was unfamiliar to me, a Tasneem run-down and a Tasneem that hid her pain behind her dimpled smile. Our eyes met and time stopped. A story was told through mere eye contact. The air became thick and tears flowed down my cheeks.

How did I miss it?

How did I not realize?

Why was I so blind?

 

OUR HOTEL

OUR HOTEL

 

THE BATHROOM SET

THE BATHROOM SET

 

LUNCH, HIDE&SEEK PLACE WITH KIDS

LUNCH, HIDE&SEEK PLACE WITH KIDS

 

– YOUR SISTER IN ISLAM

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