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Nawal's Pov
I picked up the call and answered 'Hello?' hearing the reply I dropped my phone on the bed.
It was my small sister Aziza. She was also miss handled like me. But at least lesser, as when 'baba' used to hit her, I distracted him all the time so that she can be saved. But that last day before I ran away was a very bad day. I couldn't handle the pain anymore. I know I am a very bad sister. I left her in that condition and ran away. But what could I do at that time? But now I am no more that Nawal who runs away from her problems, who will easily suffer all the pain without saying a word. Yeah, sure I'm scared of my so-called 'parents' and I obviously can't handle them alone. I know what my baby sis is going through, I am not going to leave her here alone. At this moment, I'm the only one who can protect her by bringing to my home back in Norwich. She can peacefully live there, with all the facilities and everything that I can afford for my habibti. I'm extremely guilty that I couldn't even talk to her in a year. Only Allah knows what she's been through.
(THE PHONE CALL-FLASHBACK)
Nawal: 'Hello?'
Aziza: 'Ukhti(Sis), Aziza here, I cannot live here anymore. I saw you today passing by that park. Upon enquiring I found your number. Please take me away from here. Baba hits me a lot. He thinks I helped you that day to run away. If I will stay here anymore I'll not be able to survive anymore in this prison. Are you hearing? Please sister help me escaping this hell-'
Before I could reply to her, I guess she saw baba approaching her and she murmured 'baba....deleting number...' and then the line went dead.
I couldn't even talk with my baby sis.
(THE PHONE CALL ENDS)
Now I am going to leave Saudi only after taking her with me. But how will I be able to do so? Of course, I won't be going to that hell. I guess I should go and seek help from Mr. Aadil. But will he agree to help me without asking a million questions? I really don't want to tell him about my personal life. Fingers crossed.....
But its too late now to disturb him. I guess I should first meet Aziza. But how? Should I message her? I can't risk by giving my number to those monsters. I think she'll call me again. Then I'm going to tell her to meet me in the park, or else tomorrow I'll go there coz I am sure she will be at the park, fortunately, we were at least allowed to go out at 2:00 pm to the park. That was also because our school bus stop was the park. I shall go tomorrow and enquire. I need to first go and talk to Mr. Sheikh tomorrow morning.
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At fajr time I got up. Didn't really slept because of two reasons. One being my nightmares so I won't be scaring my boss again and second one should I be really saying this to Mr. Aadil? I mean at some time he eventually will get to know about it. So I guess I better tell him, but not completely though. I prayed and in sujood prayed to Allah to help me in completing this task successfully. After I got ready, I rushed to his room.
'Knock knock' I knocked quietly, just in case if he's sleeping or a heavy sleeper. Or he might be praying. After a few moments, I decided to knock again and as my knuckles were about to come in contact with the door, the door was opened. I almost hit my boss's face! Damn it! He looked quite surprised too but I couldn't really know why. Was he surprised to see me at this time? Or with the fact that I almost hit him in the face? Oh, come back to reality Nawal!
'Assalamualaikum. I really hope I didn't disturb you right now?' Please, please, please say no! Please! He kept looking at me then reluctantly said, 'Well yeah actually.' Damn it! Wish I won't able to talk about this. By my looks, even a one-year-old child could tell how upset I looked. As I made my way back to my room, my boss stopped me halfway. 'Miss Nawal. If you gave me the chance to explain myself that would be very much better. So, as I was saying, yes you DID interrupt me from my work but I was about to take a break. So tell me what happened?' As he finished I was so dang happy! I quickly rushed to his room and sat on his sofa and began, 'Uh, well it's gonna be a long talk so you better take a seat.' He did what I said and sat on the sofa. Then I began,
'So. It's really complicated but....well you see. I really, really, really need your help and you are actually the only one who can help me. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come here to seek help from you. Also, the fact that I can't really tell you the exact truth as you know, we are still strangers to each other. Not strangers as in strange-stranger. Stranger in the sense not being close to each other, to tell each other about our life problem's and issues. Don't get me wrong though. I usually don't even share my personal problems with anybody bu-'
'Miss Nawal,-'
'But still, I can't really trust people you know? Also-'
'Miss Ibrahim,-'
'Also the fact that I think, no. I believe that people will simply just judge me and ignore my problem. Why they even will bother about it? It's not like it's their family problem but I still expect them to understand my sufferings an-'
'NAWAL!'
I suddenly stopped my rambling. Okay, I just realized I started to ramble due to my nervousness. I really am not good at family issue talks as nobody was there to talk. And apparently he's the first to talk and here I'm sweating as if I'm going through my exams.
'Breathe Miss Nawal breathe. Calm down.' I did what he said and it kinda felt nice. 'Now, slowly and clearly tell me what's the matter? And no. I won't judge you. In fact, I'm dying to help you.' He said with a small smile on his face. I swear at this time it feels as if Allah sent angels to help me, in the form of a human being. So I decided to tell him the truth.
'My parents used to beat...' shit! I did not have to say this. 'My life story is another time to talk. So, long story short I couldn't suffer anymore so I ran away from Saudi and started living in Norwich. My little sister, Aziza is suffering for the punishment she never committed. Today when she called, I actually realized how selfish I'm. I mean, who does that to their baby sister?' I said with a sob coming out of my mouth. 'She said....she said she can't handle there. She wants me to take her away from that hell-hole. I can't do it on my own. Can you please help me on this one? I'll owe you for the rest of my life.' I ended my talk while silently crying. While trying to control myself not to completely breakdown, I saw Mr. Aadil with a tissue box in his one hand and the other on my shoulder to support me. I accepted the tissue from him with a small smile on my face and I don't know why but this moment feels so right. Did I just....? Oh, snap out of it idiot! He literally is touching my shoulder and what are you thinking? For god sake, he is freaking non-mehram. He's your boss for crying out loud! As I looked at his hand- that's on my shoulder, I guess he too realized what he did so he removed his hand and stated,
'When do we start our mission?'
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