"So verily, with every difficulty, there is relief." (Quran 94:05)
I wake up after who knows how long. I check my phone and see that it's around eight p.m. I slept for at least three hours.
I look at my phone, but then I realize there are flowers on the nightstand. They're roses, which are my favorite. The first person who comes to my mind that sent them is Aman, but I know that it's not him.
I look at them and admire their beauty. I also try to look to see if there's a name on them, but I don't.
I change into my pajamas since I'm pretty sure I'm not going out anywhere. I don't want to either. All I want to do is eat ice cream.
After I change, I realize that my engagement ring is on my finger still. I slowly take it off and put it in a bathroom drawer. I start to cry. I sit on the toilet and let it all out before I go to find my family and friends. I'm still completely shocked that this happened. I feel like I had a nightmare and now I'm in real life. Unfortunately, that's not the case.
I clean my eyes so the leftover tears don't show on my face. As soon as I open the door to go find my family and friends, I see my dad right in front of the door with his hand in midair. I guess he was about to knock.
"How are you doing, my daughter?" my dad asks me in Arabic.
"Better. I guess Francisco told you what happened," I say in Arabic. I can't look him in the eye for some reason.
"Do you mind if I close the door?"
"Sure, go ahead," he closes the door. We sit on my bed.
"Francisco told me what happened after you got back. I came to talk to you, but you were asleep. I didn't want to disturb you.
"I hate what Aman did to you. You don't deserve someone like that. It makes me extremely angry at him!" he says angrily.
"Baba, I need to tell you something," I say nervously. My heart begins to beat so fast.
"What is it, Alina?" he asks calmly. I can't believe I'm about to do this, but I have to or else I'll feel worse than I already do.
"Before Aman and I got engaged, we were boyfriend and girlfriend. I went to his house alone a lot of the time. That led to...led to...us having sex. Then, we got engaged. Shortly after that, I found out that I had a miscarriage. Day after day things got worse where Aman started acting different and he told me it was because of the miscarriage, but now I don't believe that," I explain. I can't look at my dad and I start crying. I can't bear lying to my parents.
I don't look up to see his reaction because I'm scared. I know what it looks like already. His mouth and eyes are wide open and he's shaking his head in dismay. That's the face he gets when something shocks him.
Instead, I feel his arm wrapped around me. He rubs my back.
I look up at him.
"Are you mad?" I ask him.
"A little, yes, but everyone makes mistakes. You're not hurt and you have the wisdom to leave Aman after what he did. I know that you're a strong woman, Alina and you know what to do. All of us make mistakes. Don't worry. I'm not completely mad at you and you're not getting grounded or anything. I can see that you've learned by your mistakes. Thank you for telling me the truth now," he says in a calm tone.
"Thank you, baba," I say. I'm a little relieved because he didn't get as mad as I thought he would. It's funny how people think Arab men are strict and violent, but my dad is anything but those things.
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Alina Kanaan
SpiritualCOVER BY: Meromada_Floweritta Alina was born in Palestine and has lived through some of the most intense and horrid wars in the country. At the age of 14, she and her family move to California for a new start. Since singing is her passion, she audit...