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Diary of an abused wife

She stared into the little window in her room. She gazed on as she saw people going about their lives freely and she couldn't help but wonder if she could ever be free. She sighed and looked down to her hands that were bound by tight ropes that were connected to the bed frame. She was still sitting there, just where HE left her this morning to starve just like every other day. The mere memory of what she goes through everyday gives her that chilling sensation down her back and she couldn't help the sourness she felt but then again she was used to it. She kept wondering what if she never accepted his apology for every single time that he hit her whilst they were dating then it probably wouldn't have come to this. Regret filled her soul immensely. She was brought back to reality by the loud bang of the door , which was a sign that HE was back. Her tormentor . Her worst nightmare . Her downfall. Her regret. Her biggest mistake . Her so called husband . Come with me as I portray the story of Kameela. P.s-This is just a figment of my many imaginations not a real life story. As-salamu alaykum.

Juice_boxx · Urban
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10 Chs

Diary of an abused wife episode 5

    The next day

Kameela opened her eyes slightly at the sound of Subh prayer being called. She said her morning adhkar and sat up. She slowly stood up to stretch her stiff joints and glanced around to find her cap which she slept with but as usual was on the floor.

    She went outside to find her mother performing ablution and said" kube lazhin (good morning)". Mama looked at her and replied " wa san lafiya (hope you slept well?)". " lafiya lau (yes I did)".

    She got her own kettle with water and squatted to perform her ablution. When she was done she went back inside her room to pray. She did her salam and sat down on the prayer mat making dua.

    She folded her hijab and headed out to put her bathing water on the stove to boil a little. Her mum came out of the bathroom and told her to put some water on the second stove for breakfast.

    Kameela came out of the bathroom after her bath and went to put her clothes on. She chose a simple blue boubou gown and a black veil. She put on some lip balm and powder. Once satisfied with her look she came to the sitting room and found her mother already eating, she ate as well and they went off to their shop.

   They had lots of customers at the shop and were happy at the end of the day with their earnings. They walked home in the evening together chit chatting about everything and anything. As they entered their home, Kameela felt her phone vibrate in her purse. She opened her purse and brought out her phone and alas it was ismail calling.

   Her mum glanced at her silently asking who was calling. Kameela blushed and told her it was ismail and mama giggled and excused herself to give her daughter some privacy.

"Hello" she answered. "Hey it's ismail. Do you remember me from the day before". "Of course I do. I thought you'd never call". " So someone was thinking about me". He smirked as he said this.

    They talked for hours and hours until she had to go make dinner. They ended the call and she dreamily gazed onto nothingness. She realized what she was doing and snapped back to reality.

   Kameela entered inside the house and went off to drop her things in her room. When she was done she proceeded to go make dinner. After cooking she and her mum sat down to a meal of jollof rice.

   When she was done with the usual routine, she was settling in her bed when her phone rang again. Immediately, a smile came upon her face as she saw the caller . She picked her call and they talked for a while until ismail felt sleepy. They had made plans to go out during the weekend and they both were eager to see the other.

     Kameela happily sighed as she ended the call. She couldn't wait for them to meet again. As it was only thursday, she had enough time to prepare. She thought. With that in mind she happily slept off.