Autism

6.

Just being a writer,
I wear every emotion that exists
I become everyone and everything every moment I write.

~Mysticalpoet_tee

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   The night hurried and dawn graduated. She woke up to yodels as per the northerners traditions. Teasings from few close ones and her siblings.

Batool, being her autistic self has never had anyone to call a friend, her marriage been a partially mute one, none of her classmates knew let alone showed up and she was really okay with it or maybe unconcerned.

The day's nervousness and emotions felt different within her though almost neural. Each time she stares at her reading table and wall clock, fear slowly sips into her soul. She's leaving her home and just in a blur, Adnan's picture stood before her, tears filled up her medium sized doe brown eyes.

Secreted to an emotional imbalance. Sadly, her story has changed even before it began.

"Isn't it too early for this, Ya Batool?" Hanan smiled sadly,  rubbing on Batool's poetry book just so Batool rants but, to her surprise, Batool didn't react.

She moved closer to Batool, "If it was me, no doubt, I would have eloped." She said honestly, amidst a laugh  "I respect you for this."

Batool wiped her cheeks, "Don't be silly kiddo."

"Should we clear the shelf and transport your books to your new home?"

Batool gave the shelf a brief stare then smiled faintly, "Yes please,  they are useful books."

Hanan counted the rows the shelf had then, stopped midway as if trying to recollect something vital.
"Oh!" She exclaimed, practically bitting on her lower lip gently. "I was asked to fetch you, Ya Batool."

Batool stared calmly, "Who?"

Hanan tilted to her left side, picking a box of jewellery she dropped on Batool's shelf immediately she stepped into the room. "Ammie and Daddy." She replied, putting the silver necklace round Batool's neck, She clipped it then turned around to take a glimpse of it.
It looked great.

Since before Hanan stepped into the room, Batool was ready already- A red lace adorned with blue stone works, which gave her caramel skin a justifying tone. Her make up was simple yet astonishing, an oxblood lipstick, simple art on the brows, skin toning foundation and a matching creative graphic lining. 

Hanan draped a sky-blue veil above Batool's head and led her to Daddy's sitting room.

She settled on the carpet once Hanan vanished.
Batool to herself and the poet in her, to her emotions.

"Permit me to call you Amatullah (servant of Allah) today." Daddy said, with sadness while Ammie had her eyes welling up with tears.

Already? The waterworks betrayed her.

Batool hung her head low. 

He sighed, "May Allah SWT bless you. Wallahi none of this was intentional, my child. I hate this separation and whatever is happening now might be too early but it's for the best in sha Allah." He stopped and stared and nothing, then proceeded,
"What is happening now has been scribbled by Allah thousand years ago. Whenever I see you, shame and anguish washes over me because I've failed you as a friend and father.  Take things easy, don't be hard on yourself. Leave everything in the hands of Allah and always pray. It should be a gradual process, a journey of peace and experience, no pressure.  Build your home at your desired pace and that way you'll triumph. You and Abubakar will learn to love and understand each other with time in sha Allah."
He paused again, unsure of the exact words to let out again then proceeded yet again,
"Patience is the pillar of every committed, Patience is a virtue and patience is a relationship supporter. Use it very well, my dear. And I hate that we'll be in different cities but, worry not your Lord never sleeps, He created you and He'll never let you fall, He loves you even more than I and your Ammie do. Be happy, Batool."