PARALLEL

6

T/W: suicide, rape, violence.

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"The rape will
tear you
in half.

But it
will not
end you."

Nikita Gill

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"You are going to marry him, Munizeh," Hassan Omer announced as he walked into the room where his daughter was found with heavy steps and a guilt-ridden heart.
His heart broke at the sight of her sitting at the foot of the bed, clutching her knees to her chest, her head bowed.

Her arms tightened around her knees. Munizeh raised her head to look at her father," Baba?"

Hassan paused in his steps, her teary eyes flaring with agony stared back at him. Her father was supposed to be her protector and yet, he was the one who was throwing her to the wolf.

Hassan couldn't bear to look at his daughter for another second, he turned, regarding his son.

"Bring her down in fifteen minutes," Hasan closed the distance between them when Adam nearly opened his mouth to object."Make her presentable."

Adam's eyes flitted to his sister, her tangled hair and split lip. Fury boiled in his veins, he clenched his jaw. His gaze caught with hers, he was the first one to look away.

"I was raped by the very man you suggest my marriage to yet all you worry about is my appearance?" Munizeh shouted, scrambling to her feet.

She came to stand between them and tugged at the sleeve of her right arm, exposing the red imprints of his hands, "Are you both blind? Do you not see what he did to me?" Munizeh sobbed.

"Look at this for yourself!" She exposed the angry flesh of her neck, gathering her hair on one shoulder.

"That's enough!" Hassan yelled, his loud voice boomed in the suite. "I don't want to see or hear anything. I have said what I had to say. Bring her down in fifteen minutes."

"I will not come and you will not force me, baba," Munizeh grated out with disgust, angrily wiping her tears.

Hassan Omer swallowed, harshly as he peered at her, afraid of what he might see when her bloodshot eyes rose to meet his. Her hair- her luscious hair was a tangled mess. His daughter was a mess, Hassan Omer blinked back the tears that welled up in his eyes. He had failed to protect his lovely daughter- He had failed her as her father. His forehead creased, a vein began to throb in his cheek when his eyes traced the flesh of her neck dotted with red bruises down to her protruding collarbones.

"You will do it or I swear to God, I'll bury you in the ground with my bare hands, Munizeh!" Hassan's voice shook, betraying him before he could turn his back on his daughter.

No, No. It wasn't the truth, Hassan Omer couldn't have buried his daughter. How could he? How does one bury their daughter? She was a blessing when he had first held her as a baby who had fit snugly in his muscular arms, twenty-four years, ago. How would his hands who had carried her when she fell, held her when she cried, bury her- lower her down to her grave without a single breath in her body? Never to see her, again? He wouldn't do it.

"Do it, baba! Bury me! Please, don't let me marry him!" Munizeh cried grasping his hands in hers, she wrapped them around her neck. "Do it! Kill me, please but don't let me marry him, baba!" She begged, breaking their hearts.

Munizeh's grip tightened on Hassan's hands, "Please, kill me, baba. I can't-I can't live like this, baba. I'd rather you kill me, please. Kill me, baba."