"The two of you to my office" Mr Joseph said and I nod about to leave but halt on my tracks when I heard his voice
"Sir hit me yourself" Superman said and gasps was heard all around the class. For the first time he talked while trying to protect me from getting punished or beaten.
Truly Mr Joseph pick up his cane again and started beating him. It was like he was hitting a log of wood. Superman stood there his hands stretched and as Mr Joseph hit him, his face was devoid of emotion. He's not wincing talkless of crying but the beating must be painful.
After an hour class Mr Joseph left the class and I took his hand which is now red as tomato with different mark.
"I'm your non-mahram Miskiyyah. You need to stop touching me" He said removing his hand and I nod.
"How could you forget that." I scolded myself mentally.
"You should go to the clinic" I said
"I'm fine" He said and I nod.
After some minutes, he stood up and leave the class with no word. I took his drawing book just to check his drawings and in the process a diary slip out of it. I wanted to return it but what was written on its cover attract me.
H-A-B-E-E-B-A-H(حبيبة)
I opened it and start reading
1st May, 2009
My heart flutters as I first set my eyes on you. For the first time I had smile....
"What are you doing?" I heard his voice and I quickly close it. He snatched it from me before sitting.
"Sorry I intrude into your privacy"
"It's okay" He just said and I nod
"Oh boy" A feminine voice called and we both look up to see our classmate, Clara and her minions.
"So you can talk?" She asked but Superman just ignored her
"Anyways I like your voice. You know you have a voice of that of a singer" She said again
"Leave before I make you" Superman said.
Clara was about to talk again but the moment he hit his hand on the desk, they left without any word from them.
"Superman" I called but he also ignored me so I just let him be.
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"Miskiyyah are you listening to me" Mum asked and I groaned
"Mummy I need to sleep" I said and she frowned.
"Like father like daughter" She muttered but I just pretended that I don't.
Dhikra and Dhikr really took that from her. I mean they can all talk for the whole world. Mum had made it to routine to always tell me whatever happens at her office to me at night. And wallahi mum won't miss a single scene. Even if she saw an ant at the office, she will tell me. She used to tell dad also but whenever dad got tired of her gist or he's feeling sleepy, she will run to me but today I am really feeling sleepy.
"Zahra. You need to sleep. We will be visiting nanny Zay tomorrow" Dad called from their room
"Fine" She said.
She kissed my forehead wishing me good night before leaving the room.
After saying my prayers, i got under the duvet and allow switch off the bedside lamp.
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I heard the door bell ring but I ignored it not want to leave my precious bed.
"Miskiyyah, Dhikra get the door" Mum said and I groan.
Today is Saturday so no going to school. I had went back to sleep immediately after shuruk. I stood up taking my khimar before heading downstairs. I put on my khimar before opening the door with my eyes still closed
"As Salam Alaykum" The moment I heard her voice my eyes snapped open
Standing in front of me is the person I hate most in the whole world. The person that I resembles alot from head to toe. The person that gave birth to me. My biological mum.
"Ameerah" She called smiling but I only stood there staring at her.
"What do you want" I asked angrilly.
"Who's there" Dad asked walking towards me and I just close the door before running upstairs.
"Miskiyyah" Mum called walking towards me. Immediately she pulled me into a hug.
My biological mum left when I was only three months old and my dad remarry. I took her as my mum forgetting she's not my real mum. She gave birth to Dhikrullah and Dhikratullah and they also took me as their elder sister. Everything was hidden to me until I met my real mum on one if our family outing in USA. She actually want me back to her. Dad had no choice but to reveal the secret he had been hiding. Since then I've been nuturing hatred for her had been increasing.
"You should talk to her" Mum said and I shook my head
"I'm not going to. I don't want to see her"
"Dear..." Mum was cut off as the door open. She walks into the room and mum break the hug
Don't leave" I said and she smile
"I have to" She said kissed my forehead before leaving
"How are you" She asked but I only nod.
"I'm sorry Basmah"
"Miskiyyah" I corrected and she sigh. I wonder how many names I have.
"Pls come back to me. I promise I will make up for all those 16 years" She said taking my hand which I quickly removed.
"You should leave and pls don't come back" I said
"Miskiyyah I'm your mother. Èmi ni mo da eje le e lori (I gave birth to you.)"
"So you just realized that after 16 good years. You separated me and my twin sister and made her hate dad and I alot and now you think I will listen to you. You have no idea what my dad went through in taking care of a three months old baby. I've found a new mum who took care of me for the past 14 years so please and please leave."
"Eshaal didn't hate you" She said
"Please leave" I said and she just nod before leaving not after wiping the tears on my face.
I sat down on the floor and burst into tears. I was just 10 years old when the truth was revealed to me
Flashback
"Dad I don't want to go" I said and dad shook his head.
"I have no choice but to allow you to. She's your mum" Dad said
" She hate me dad. She isn't my mum. That's my mum standing there" I said pointing to Mum who was just staring at us. Eversince dad told me the truth, she thought I will stop loving her but she was wrong. I only started loving her mum. For someone to love and care for a daughter that wasn't hers that's really rare.
Today dad want me to meet with my mum and twin sister and he's helping me get dressed. That's my dad for you.
After getting dressed, we bid mum and the twins bye before leaving.
After a ten minutes journey, dad parked the car at the parking lot before we both got down. After waiting at the eatery for good one hour, she called saying Eshaal, my twin sister is not in the mood of meeting me. That left dad angry but i only did something. Hate her more.
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As Salam Alaykum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuhu.
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