Supper began in a quite normal way.. It was Friday night, so we eat quite light.. It wasn’t all that hot so mum decided burgers… I love mums burgers.. 😍😍.. We were munching away on our burgers, when dad interrupted…
“So… Umm.. Aaliya.. I didn’t see you after hifdh..”
I was trying to find the words, but oh well I just couldn’t.. I guess I couldn’t bring myself to lie, not to my dad.. And even if I did, he would find out, he always does and then would be more mad than ever…
“Aaliya.. I’m talking to you..” He said in a little bit more harsh voice.. This is not good at all..
“Where were you?? ”
“I… I….. I.. “
You what?? You think I don’t know about you and your precious “friend” Salmaan..??
Oh no… I can’t do this… Not in front of my smaller siblings.. This is SOOO embarrassing.. 😵
“Aaliya.. I’m talking to you… Do you really think I was born yesterday and that I have no idea what goes on in this house.? I know all about it..
Salmaan and I are just friends dad, honestly
Oh really, because the last time I checked, friends don’t call you love..
How on earth does he know.. When did Salmaan call me love that he has heard of?
Don’t have such a glum look on your face, I heard the conversation on the phone the other night..
He conferenced my call?? How did I not realize??
Let me just warn you girl.. I’m watching you,,,
My heart was doing 345 beats a minute and every inch of my body was perspiring.. He got up form the table and stormed off to the kitchen, banging his plate into the sink, and then leaving the house… This was not good and was my fault..
Mum never said a word, she finished her food and cleaned the table.. After which she retreated into the confines of her bedroom.. My siblings, scared off, went into their rooms to watch TV.. This left me alone.. I ran to my too and locked the door.. I cried myself to sleep and woke up when I heard intensive banging on my door.. This could be none other than my dad.. He returned from his reckless drive and was ready for another go around.. I unlocked the door and jumped back onto my bed.. The door opened slowly and dad made his way in…
I looked up, with a tinge of guilt and shame…
I might have been a little harsh earlier…
I never responded, but looked down
I was wrong to have listened to your conversation the other day..
My dad never ever like ever apologizes.. So I guess that would count as an apology..
You not small and I shouldn’t have to tell you what’s right and wrong.. You have a mind of your own and whatever I do, is to ensure that you lead a life according the shariah..
Jee dad.. I’m sorry.. But there really is nothing going on between us.. He just calls me that.. And I know you do..
I guess he didn’t want me to talk, because then the old father was back.. He screamed all over again… I just sat there, my eyesight blurring by the formation of tears in my eyes.. Why does my life have to be this way??