(Thursday the 17th September)
Saturday is a day I do not want to remember the way I fainted and all, God it was soon embarrassing, thank God that I did not faint in front of that Muhammad of a child, he might think that I am immature or something like that.
Just imagine what will he think of me, as a girl but the bigger question is what does he think of me as right now a woman or a child.
Well o hope he does not see me like a child, I do hope so.
Now where was I.... OK I remember now.
(Flash back from Saturday)
I did not know what made me turn back but I needed to see this for my self. It was my cloths and things they kept there. And I could tell because of some of the pictures showed and it could only have been mine because I was the only child in this house and the only one who?.
"Habiba, habiba help" these where the last words I heard as I left this world for the greater beyond as I was going to the infinite place where all magic and Nop I just passed out.
"Hmmmmmmm ha ha ha haaaa" I continued to scream but nothing was heard in the real world.
"Sir what do you think is wrong with her?"
Hey it was my doctor again, oh he really looks quite and his face glowing as always, hmmm I love you black superman.
"Go and get get could water" he looks so charming as he was order it people around.
"Hi habiba" OMG he knows my name finally, at least I have accompanied something in this life of mine.
the doctor said as I was now fully awake and conscious of my environment.
"Die" my hi sounded like die
"How are you doing?" He asked as he was not sure of what he heard
"Nine" my fine sounded like nine again, there was actually something wrong and it was my tongue it was folding and I did not know who taught it to do that because it wasn't me.
Dear tongue,
Not now, please stop embarrassing me in front of superman, why do you find pleasure in making me fell uncomfortable, why?.
Simple things you can't do now you can't even pronounce well what did I do to deserve you. * crying emoji crying emoji crying emoji crying emoji* I am still looking for the emoji in my mind. Oh found the crying emojiðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ good.
Yours cry baby.
"Raise your mouth let me see" of course I will do anything for you my love.
He puts a thermometer in my mouth and *uhh this is disgusting *Â my saliva was all over the thermometer and I could perceive the smell from hear.
"OK good" he stood up and and went to the Saturday is a day I do not want to remember the way I fainted and all, God it was soon embarrassing, thank God that I did not faint in front of that Muhammad of a child, he might think that I am immature or something like that.
Just imagine what will he think of me, as a girl but the bigger question is what does he think of me as right now a woman or a child.
Well to hope he does not see me like a child, I do hope so.
Now where was I.... OK I remember now.
(Flash back from Saturday)
I did not know what made me turn back, but I needed to see this for my self. It was my cloths and things they kept there. And I could tell because of some pictures showed, and it could only have been mine because I was the only child in this house and the only one who?.
"Habiba, habiba help" these were the last words I heard as I left this world for the greater beyond as I was going to the infinite place where all magic and No I just passed out.
"Hmmmmmmm ha ha ha haaaa" I continued to scream but nothing was heard in the real world.
"Sir what do you think is wrong with her?"
Hey it was my doctor again, oh he really looks quite and his face glowing as always, hmmm I love you black superman.
"Go and get cold water" he looks so charming as he was to order it peoples around.
"Hi habiba" OMG he knows my name finally, at least I have accompanied something in this life of mine.
The doctor said as I was now fully awake and conscious of my environment.
"Die" my hi sounded like die
"How are you doing?" He asked as he was not sure of what he heard.
"Nine" my fine sounded like nine again, there was actually something wrong, and it was my tongue it was folding, and I did not know who taught it to do that because it wasn't me.
Dear tongue,
Not now, please stop embarrassing me in front of superman, why do you find pleasure in making me fell uncomfortable, why?.
Simple things you can't do now you can't even pronounce well what did I do to deserve you. * crying emoji crying emoji crying emoji crying emoji* I am still looking for the emoji in my mind. Oh, found the crying emojiðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ good.
Yours cry baby.
"Raise your mouth let me see" of course I will do anything for you my love.
He puts a thermometer in my mouth and *uhh this is disgusting *Â my saliva was all over the thermometer and I could perceive the smell from here.
"OK good" he stood up and went to the maids side of the room. She was looking disappointed and scared at the same time, she left with the doctor as she was escorting him out.
"Good morning ma" the maid said as she was standing in the dark corner of the room.
"Hi, I never asked your name"
*shit my tongue is okay, why was it tangling then*
"Divine ma"
"Divine what"
"Divine that's my name"
"OK so why do you dress like a Muslim"
"Ma its nothing"
"Sorry if I made you uncomfortable, but please pardon me"
"No no no, its nothing" she was cleaning away the tears in her eyes
"I am sorry please don't mind my question, is just that none of these things makes sense to me"
"I understand one day your home with your parents the next thing you kn you're a slave in another country"
"What?, what did you say?"
"Ma…"
The head maid was walking into the room and I she instantly stopped talking
"What's going on in here?"
"No, nothing ma" she answered
"Well why don't you go and prepare the masters room"
"Sure thing ma"
The relationship was kind of series and I did not understand, I taught the old woman was on our side was she.
I thought she was on our side, OK I am official confused.
"Just because people say things doesn't mean you should trust them right, baby"
"But can I trust you"
"Sure baby you can always trust me"
"You know us going Down the basement should be our little secret okay"
"Yes ma"
"What do you want us to talk about"
"Mom and dad right, do you think they are"
"Nooooo" I heard a scream that sounds like it was coming from outside the room.
"What dear"
"Nothing ma"
"Sure you can trust me with anything" she said as she left with an awkward smile
"Don't trust her..." I read out loud from my phone, it was a text from disturbia what did she want from me.
I opened the phone to read the full text that she sent me
"Habiba don't trust her, don't trust the woman I know she is likable and also acts like she is trustable"
Who is she, OK now she is telling me what to do, OK I was tired of this bitch.
I stood up and....
(End of flash back)
*Shit* its 7:30am and I have not yet dressed.
*and so, please stop acting like that Muhammad so conscious of time*
I said to my self as I stopped panicking and slowly entered the bathroom.
I walked slowly into the bathroom and quickly did the necessary you know what?
"Good morning ma" divine said with a big smile on her face, nice
"Good morning divine" how is your day going
"Dusty" she said
I knew she was making a joke, but I had no time for all this I was late and if I do not take care I might even get kicked outside the firm today if the boss isn't around.
This time I left her behind as I was walking downstairs to go get a snack in my bag for work or maybe for the drive.
Oh, I just love the fact that the boss of the company in which I am currently doing my intern was a woman, not a nice woman but an action lady.Â
"And where do you think you are going?" The head maid asked.
*dear miss, you are not my mom so mom off okay*
"To work"
"And who gave you the permission to do that?" I looked behind to confirm if she was actually talking to me.
I pointed at my self as I asked "are you talking to me?"
"Oh sweaty I forgot that mom and dad knew that you work"
"Strange"
"But mom told me not to let you come out today"
"And why is that?"
"I told her about the accident"
OK fist of all I thought you said let it be between us, secondly who are you?, I mean who do you think you are to just stop me from leaving this house, I mean what the hell, fat lady get out of my way before I slam the door behind your fat ass, oh God look at how fat she is I think she needs to loose some wait before talking to me like *I don't do fat language okay* bitch.
"Bye, I will take to mom when I get back so don't worry okay"
God, please forgive me for insulting that woman, I know you made her please forgive me for insulting your creation, I can't even draw talk more of mold a human, God please forgive me.
"Call her now"
What she does not want me to go, what the hell is going on to hear.
"No, you call her your self"
"Go to your room upstairs"
"What?"
"I said go to your room" she pointed up words as she keyed the door and kept the key in her dirty apron purse.
"Don't even call mom again go to your room and shout up, nobody cares about you, pit your head in a book"
*haaaaaa* I screamed in my mind as I was powerless and the only thing I could do is to go upstairs, I went to my room and slammed the door, I threw my bah on the floor and I keyed it and continued to scream my lings out.
"Haaaaaaaaa"Â this was audible now, I believe anyone in this house heard me screamed.
Thank God mom and dad were coming home tomorrow I need this made out of this house, bitch she is on my very last nerve and I don't like it.
I took my innocent laptop that was sitting innocently on the desk and slammed it on the floor, it was very expensive but *fuck that*, it was my iPad that was next, and I did not spare it as I slammed it on the floor like a toy ball, and don't you think I will pity you dear phone as I removed my phone from the bag on the floor and slammed it on the wall closest to my bed, its pieces scattered on my bed, I wasn't finished as I broke the glass jug and cup on my dressing mirror, and now I am done as I tore my hijab and my cap off my head and threw the piece on the floor, I then passed my hands through my hair as I let out a sign of relief, it was only a matter of time before tears started rushing down the tap of mine, and just like that I lost my laptop, iPad, iPhone, my jug, glass cup, and my hijab.
Hot tears streamed down my perfectly lined eyes through my perfectly made up cheeks down to my jaw line which I whipped out with my hands, wiping away my tears, sorrow and make up, my hands was shaking and to be honest I just needed a hug from Muhammad or even better I need a hug from black superman.
I don't understand why did she do that, why was she acting all nice to me yesterday and all bitch like today, no wonder she is a maid, I am sure that's why she is fat too because she never allows anyone to be in control and that is why got gave her this ugly face and this fat body to console me, thanks God I really appreciation this, I need a break from life itself.
Tears continued to roll down my eyes and that was how I slept, I did not wake up for the rest of the day as I was very tired, I slept on the floor with my left leg raised up and hanging on my bed and my right leg folded, my neck was bent to ward the door and saliva was leaking out to my mouth.