S.A.C.R.I.F.I.C.E

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'Perhaps you hate a thing and it is good for you; And perhaps you love a thing and it is bad for you. And God knows while you know not' (Quran 2:216)

Every second passing by seemed like complete agony. I wondered what I ever did to receive such torturous torments. My so called 'family' was completely aware of the tough examinations that were coming my way but of course they had no idea to see me succeed. My wicked mother and sister would have planned something further so I have less time to study and get great grades. Why was life so cruel to the people who intended nothing but to spread kindness and love? This thought always made my life seem so unfair. Just the thought of last night's event brimmed my sorrowful eyes with tears of pain and anguish.

FLASHBACK

It was half past eight and all the members of 'Ali Family' had gathered around the dining table to devour the luscious meal cooked by Mrs. Etherton for dinner. As the food was served on the table, my stomach growled in hunger as I had skipped my lunch as i was attending an extra class where time ticked as fast as a cheetah. I quickly served the mouth-watering chicken kurma and chillie chicken with crispy hot paratas (tortillas) and naan bread. It smelled so heavenly. For dessert was 'ghajar ka halwa' which was made out of fresh and juicy carrots which was tantalizing to my taste buds. And to add further was a plate of scrumptious 'Sheesh kebab' which was made out of well seasoned minced meat and had a blast of amazing flavours when it entered my drooling mouth.(sorry, veg eaters.. I would add more veg cuisine too in the later chapters.. Bear with me) The speciality of it was that it was wrapped around long and fine sticks. (sorry readers for making you guys feel so hungry, I was more than hungry too ;p). I was so engrossed with my food that i didn't hear my father making an announcement. He cleared his throat and told me menacingly " Aiza it is better if you could drop out your final exam and go help your mother out in the kitchen, after all girls like you deserve to live in the kitchen and not in the lavish rooms"

I quickly attempted to stand up and walk away from the dining table, to go away as far as I could from such ruthless people but the next thing that happened just took me off-guard. A sound of a thundering slap echoed across the room and the hair infused in my fragile body stood straight. My left cheek was blood-shot red and was burning like the hot waxed candle. Not only that, my hair was pulled and dragged to be seated infront of the devilish 'father' and he screamed at the top of his lungs "You filthy rascal how dare you even plot a plan to run away from me, You would have caused so much of damage to my family reputation. Now i will make sure to destroy your little dreams and ruin you the way you ruined my happiness, by being a burden to me and to my lovely wife"

I was dragged into the kitchen by my shrewish mother and self-centered sister to be tormented further. As if the previous episode wasn't enough. They had made me do all the possible chores done in the kitchen and when it was the right chance, even gave me a few burns accidentally on purpose. To say it was a hell of a day would be an understatement. I went to my room where I could find just a little bit of solace, and wrapped myself with my arms and started crying profusely. I did not know whatelse to do. I was done with life. This family had a fountain of money yet they tagged me as a 'burden'. I never asked them for anything but education which is the pivotal step to a successful, independent future. My daily and rare needs were fulfilled by my savings. It was too mysterious to find out why i was a disgrace to this unruly family and all lead towards one thing, because I was from a poor background before i was taken by force by this family. And I had to face the consequences of what my real parents who were probably too naïve to understand how "Rich Families" mindset works. Though every second spent in this luxurious house was a second of agony I still had a little love for them as they atleast sent me to school and gave me a room for slumber. Unfortunately, my disgrace was over my gratitude for them.

It hit me hard when some people say, "The broken will always be able to love harder than most because once you have been in the dark, you will learn to appreciate everything that shines."

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Not proof-read so sincere apologies for any mistakes caused. I am up for any positive criticism so please leave VOTES AND COMMENTS and encourage me to go further and make this story more interesting with more twists and surprises...

Lots and Lots of love,

Iram =)