Jawra by Muhammad at Inkitt

Chapter 1

StartJawra's pov

I woke up from the bed, sweat covering my whole body, I touched the sheets, and it was also sweaty, my hands were shaky, as I slowly moved them to my chest, and it was beating so hard.

I had a nightmare again.

My nightmares are always from my past, my dark, and sad past. I got off the bed, as I rolled my waist - long hair into a messy bun. I tried to remember the last time I plaited my hair. I had really long hair, and all the hair dressers charged extra , I could pay, I had like 90,000 Naira, in my account , but I had been saving it for something very important . Of course I can do it myself , but laziness wouldn't let me, I washed my face, and performed Wudu - Ablution , after that, I wore my Hijab - it means covering , but nowadays it is referred to a long headscarf muslim ladies wear. Set my prayer mat, and performed two units, at the last sujud - prostration ( a segment of prayer ) I poured out my heart out, and when I finished , I just kept crying, I hardly cry - by the way, but I couldn't hold it, I held my chest, as the wave of my dark past, began to make way into my mind.

fifteen years ago

I threw my pink luggage on the floor, and sat on the sofa, swinging my back - long ponytail , folding my arms.

" What is wrong with you ? " Ummi; mom, asked me, and I rolled my eyes.

" I am talking to you! answer me, before I give you a slap. " she half - yelled, and she didn't have the energy. I knew why, Ummi was pregnant, and dad didn't know. I sneaked into her room to steal some snacks, when I saw her pregnancy reports. She wanted to surprise dad.

" Why wouldn't I get angry : You let Yaya Jamil, study in Kuwait, with Aunt Maymuna, and you let me to suffer in this country " I huffed. Yaya Jamil, was older than me, with four years. So, he is ten. Meaning I am six. So, we just left Kuwait, for a vacation , and yaya Jamil, wrote his entrance exam, and he is going to be a boarder, I think he wants to be a soldier, or something like that. I told Ummi, to let me stay with him, and she refused.

" Don't start, Jawra... Don't start " Ummi threatened , while dad smiled at us like a weirdo.

" I hate you! I hate all of you ! I wish I will never see you in my life again , I will never miss you, if you die, I won't cry, just leave me alone. I wonder why God cursed me with heartless parents like you. " I screamed, in tears, and ran to my room, I could hear Ummi's sad voice calling me, but I ignored her, dad was consoling her with words like. ' she is just a child ' ' ignore her ' ' just give her candy, and she will be alright '. He could talk to her, but not me. I lay on my pink bed, and hissed. I just hate pink , I ripped my pink room apart , even my scrunchies were pink , when I was exhausted. I lay on my bed, tired, my door was slightly ajar, So I could see downstairs.

I saw uncle Kabir come in, and I hissed. I really didn't like him, especially his daughter ' Nusaiba, she is older than me with two years , but she is so proud, and brags in front of me, not aware that her dad lives from my dad's help. I saw him bring out a silver pistol ___________ I know my guns.

He shot Ummi in her tummy, and I was frightened , I ran to see, but I bent behind the railings so he couldn't see me , but Ummi could see me.

" Kabir.... What is going on here ? " Dad said coming from his side of the stairs, when Uncle Kabir, gave him a shot to the head, and he died.

" HABIBI ; Beloved " Mom screamed , and I felt my heart racing. Mom gave me a glare to go into my room, and I knew what she meant. I lay under my duvet, and pretended to be asleep, but I made myself look disturbed , because who would hear a gun - shot, and still feel comfortable while sleeping.

Mom said. " At least , we can see our Jamil. " Meaning Yaya was dead ____ no he wasn't. Mom did so, so uncle Kabir would spare me, if he was greedy for wealth, then he would kill me since yaya was the next of kin, but since laboratory thinks he is dead, he wouldn't kill me. After searching the house for yaya, he came into my room, and I closed my eyes, giving a long yawn.

He picked me up, and took me to his car ____ that dad bought him. " I have plans for you, Jawra. " he said.

That was it.... I have memory issues when I am shocked. I cried harder, thinking of how spoilt I was, I miss them so much, I wish I didn't say that to them. I just hope they can forgive me, now that they are dead, I am not sure of my future. Oh God, please Forgive me! Ummi, Abbi ! I am sorry. I said, holding our picture we took in Kuwait, Abbi wearing his kaftan , Ummi wearing a beautiful abaya, Yaya wearing a white Jallabiya ( garment for male ) and a red and white Arabian turban. I wore a pink princess Jasmine dress, and my long hair, made exactly like hers, and golden pins with pink heart shaped ambers, fixed on it, was used to hold my hair, while Jasmine just used plain golden. I still hate pink !

I got up, folded my mat, had my bath, and checked the time on my Itel a 17, I bought myself, after saving. It was just 5:00 am, I had a little bit of sleep , had my bath, got dressed in a black abaya, and a black veil. I wore my Hijab, and prayed fajr: dawn prayer.

I did all the chores, and went to school. I got a scholarship to study at Nile University Abuja.