You, my Punishment (Islamic Story)

Chapter 53

"We didn't leave you" I heard him say. I looked up at him and he looked anywhere but me.

"When you and Yessin were born, Yessin was very sick. If we didn't pay the operation, he would've died. You were okay. You had nothing. We gave all our attention to him because he needed it. One day, when we were about to visit you, the doctor said you.. died" he said and his voice cracked at the last word. What..

"We didn't believe him, because you were okay. Yessin was the one who was about to die, not you. So we wanted to see you, but they didn't allow us" he said and I frowned. This couldn't be true.. No, this can't be true!

"All these years, we felt that you were dead, but Yessin didn't. Maybe it's the twin bond- I don't know. But the moment we told him what really happened, he started looking for you. We told him not to, and that you were dead but he didn't believe us. He said he could feel it. He said he could feel that you are.. alive" he said, finally looking up at me. I saw a flash of hurt in his eyes. He looked so lost, so confused. Just like me.

"One day.. One day he called me and said that he found you. I didn't believe him. I thought it was just him being crazy. But damn, how right he was.." he said wiping away the single tear which fell down his cheek. This.. It was too much. It couldn't be true.. It was not possible..

"No, if it was true, why.. how was I suddenly with them?" I said. It was not true. They were lying. Just like anyone else did to me.

"I don't know. Yessin thinks that they kidnapped you. We weren't there for you so his theory was that they just acted like they were your family and took you" he said looking at his mother. She was now sitting on the couch, looking straight like she was daydreaming.

"I.. I don't.. I need air" I said walking out. I started crying the second I was outside. I held the wall for support. If it was true, all these years.. nothing, just for nothing! I felt someone put his hand on my shoulder and turned me around and hugged me.

"Don't worry, its going to be alright" she said. I hugged Humeyra back hesitantly and we stayed like that for a while. After a moment, I released my arms and looked her in the face. I saw her having tears too.

"Who are you?" I asked her. She smiled at me and shook her head.

"I am the mother of Yassir's child" she said. He had a child? She smiled at my confused face.

"We.. it didn't work out. So we divorced. But its okay now" she said with much pressure. She smiled but I could see how hurt she was about it. She grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. I didn't want to go, but something inside me said go. I went to the living room and only saw Yassir. Humeyra smiled at me before going to another room, I guess the kitchen. I looked at Yassir but looked away when I saw him looking.

"Don't think I believe it all" he said and I just rolled my eyes.

"I don't care if you believe it or not. Know that I will never forgive you for setting up a house on fire while there was a child  inside! I don't care about myself, maybe it was the best if I just burned to death. But you couldn't touch them! Not to forget your men kidnapped me and hurt Aneel. I will never forgive you" and with that I went to the room where Humeyra was. I saw that it was indeed a kitchen and saw her helping.. her. They were making something with dough and I saw her teaching Humeyra how she had to do it. I was pressed against the wall, looking at them. I was.. I didn't know what this feeling was but I felt bad. Never had I such a connection with someone. I wish someone would've taught me all that too. Laughed with me too when I did it wrong.

"Where is Yessin?" I asked and saw her looking at me. She ignored me and played with the dough. She felt uncomfortable, just like me. It was all new, so I got it. And besides, why would they want to be close to me?

"He is visiting his dad" Humeyra said and that made my eyes widen. Of course, I had also a ..father. I didn't want to hear about it. I didn't want to know new things so I just turned around and went out the house. When I stepped outside, I started running. I wanted my legs to hurt. I wanted to feel free. I wanted this emptiness to be empty. I wanted Aneel with me, I wanted to be close to him and just cry my lungs out.

When I was home I saw the house empty. I guess Masara was out. I went to the kitchen and found my phone. I needed to hear his voice. I really did.

"Hello?" he said and the tears started coming again. I couldn't held it so I just started crying.

"Baby please don't cry.." I heard Aneel beg. It just made me want him here more than I already did.

"Aneel.." I said quietly throughout my sobs.

"Did they do anything? Tell me, I will kill Ya-"

"No they didn't do anything. Its just.. it was too much. " I said and I heard him sighing.

"I am coming" he said but I shook my head. Not that he could see it.

"No, just do your stuff there and then, come back.." I said quietly. I still wasn't used to this all. I went over to the bedroom and layed down on his bed. I breathed in the scent of his pillow and let out a quiet cry.

"It went horrible, but it couldn't have been better" I said quietly.

"If I can arrange it I will come sooner" he said and I nodded, knowing that he couldn't even see me. I felt myself drifting off to sleep, but we never ended the call. I could hear his breathing and it was like a melody to me. It made me feel safe..

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Final Editing Done (04-11-2016)

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YOU CAN FIND THE EDITED 'ISLAM IS MY LIFE' LESSONS IN A SEPARATE BOOK ON MY PROFILE.

Islam is my Life:)

I hate chocolate. I hate bread. I hate this. I hate that. I hate you. Hate hate hate. Why do we hate so much? Why do we hate someone? Why do we hate Allah's creations? So today I am gonna talk about hate. We human beings are capable of the feeling 'hate' haha. Well, first I want to start with hate itself. We cant take the word Hate so slightly. If you hate someone, that means that you dislike everything about it. But how.. How can you HATE a person maybe Allah LOVES so much? How can you even hate a creation of Allah? When you dont like someone, just use the word 'dislike'. It would hurt less than hating someone. If you dont like someone, dont go around and tell the people WHY you dont like that person. Dont make someone look bad to make yourself look better. Everyone, even the bad people, has a good in them. Sometimes you just need a light to find it when it is very deep.
Hating animals. We especially Turkish and Arab people arent really fond of animals. I am not saying all of us, but most of us. We hate bugs. Why? Cause they are annoying. But how can we hate a bug, which Allah created so unique? How can we hate spiders? How unique they are...You ever saw a documentary about them? How they make their webs and stuff. Its amazing! Allah created all of us with reasons. He loves all his creations, so how can we hate them.
Be happy with what you have. Cause if you are not happy with what you already have, Allah wont give you something better. Dont spread negativity with saying on everything 'I hate this, I hate that' It will help people get negative too. Please people, dont hate. Smile, love, dislike, argue but dont hate. Cause hate will hurt you more than you know...

This was short, but I forgot everything I wrote...:(
Guys, thank you for everything, you are amazing!!