{Nightmare}

                                    

                                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
I am somewhere in the middle of nowhere. I don't know this place. I don't know how I came here. It's all dark and its pitch black. 
I started to walk ahead, in search of a ray of light or an exit to this place. 
Suddenly I heard a loud voice and I flinched. I look behind to see a man, his breath audible and fast. I stepped behind slowly, my breath getting heavier. 
He was taking large steps towards me. I kept walking back but it was of no use. In a blink of an eye, he came in front of me and grabbed my throat. I held his hand to free myself but his hands choked me more. 
As the supply of air was getting cut, tears gather around my eyes and my breath slowed. I was gonna die. But suddenly I sat up on my bed. My bed? 
"Ya Allah.." I breathe out grabbing my hair in frustration. It was a dream, a nightmare. And that man was Aziz.
It happens everyday and I almost die, but my Allah saves me by waking me up. I started to recite aytal qursi then blew it all over my body.
I looked at the time, it was 4:00 am. I got up and carefully went to the washroom. My wounds are still not good. It burns a lot even after applying the ointment. 
The flesh is still soft and red, how will They heal when my marriage is in a week?
I did wuzu and came out, I put on my abaya and prayed tahajjud. After praying I sat on the prayer mat and started reciting suarhs and blowing it all over my body in the hope that it gets healed. I opened my hands in the air and made dua.
"Ya Allah. My Rab. You know everything. This marriage is happening without my permission. P-please don't let Mr Baig be like Aziz. I'm scared. Wh-what if he f-forces himself on my on our first night? Please don't let that happen, n-not even in the worst case scenarios. Please Allah...please" I broke into audible sobs until the end of my dua. I lay down on the prayer mat and slept while crying.
NEXT MORNING:
The morning broke in and my room was filled with light. The curtains are moving with the wind blowing from the window. I woke up when a ray of light fell on my face. I started to sit up but I winced in pain.
"Aah!" I clutch my arm tightly. That burned mark is getting hot. I tried to get up again and after trying a lot I entered the washroom. I stood under the running shower. 
The cold water calmed my body a little. I took a bath, the soap and the shampoo also burned on my wounds. 
I got out, wrapped in a towel. I stood in front of the mirror, I let the towel fall down from my body. 
I look at my ugly naked body in the mirror. Tears gathered in my eyes. I closed my eyes trying not to cry. 
A big mark on my stomach burned my skin badly. More small marks on my arms and thighs.
Not being able to see more I wore a long cotton gown. The moment I sat in bed Abba opened the door and came in with breakfast.
"Finish this all. Don't you dare leave even a single bite. And also, your wedding will be placed after 6 days" 
He said with a scary voice and a face void of expressions.
"Okay.." I said in a low voice and Abba left the room, locking the door from outside. Yeah, I am locked in here till my wedding. 
The breakfast was pancakes. It looked really tasty garnished with all those royal fruits and the little amount of honey drizzled on the cakes. 
I immediately dig in and I moan at the feeling in my mouth. It's so delicious! I quickly finished my food and applied ointment to my wounds. I sat near The window till zohar time and prayed when the time came. 
I had my mobile phone but I have no friends to talk to. They won't even let me go to teach Noor. 
Around 3:00 am Abba came in with lunch and I ate it. That is all I do. Eat, pray, sleep repeat. 
After lunch I prayed Asar and then recited the Quran till magrib time. I prayed magrib and then I took a nap. 
I woke up at 9:00 to find dinner on my night stand. I ate it and prayed Isha. I then lay down on the bed thinking about my life. 
"Allah will fix everything" I said with a small smile and drifted away to sleep, again.
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