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BISMA

I miss home.

Everything is so foreign here. My heart is not at rest. My nights have been sleepless because of the fear of those men finding me and killing me in my sleep.

It has been twelve days since I migrated.

Twelve days of feeling foreign in my own skin.

Twelve nights of nightmares.

I have tried to be busy. I got a job at a café. The owner is a very kind woman. Her name is Nida. She said I could ask her for anything any time.

Her words were of comfort and I’m glad.

I spend my free time lost in prayers. Coming to the hut never brings me any kind of comfort or peace.

I brought some books from the town’s library but I can’t focus on those words either.

I have never liked being by myself. I always stayed by mama’s side.

The one time I wasn’t by her, she was taken away from me.

In the most brutal and haunting way.

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