Chapter Eleven.

"What is happening, my life is ruined, he came home drunk i can't believe this" I cried my life out.

"Oh Allah why will Abba do such a thing, why will he marry his 16 year old daughter to a drunkard" I kept repeating.

I cried the whole night, thinking and wondering how am gonna stay with a drunkard as my husband.

The next morning i took a shower, wore my clothes and stood by the mirror staring at how dull my face looks like, after a while i left down for breakfast.

I walked down and met Mubarak sitting on the coach.

"Should i talk to him" i asked myself.

"No Tasneem, his looks will let you know if you can talk to him or not" i concluded.

He ignored my gaze and continued pressing his phone.

I walked to the kitchen, fetched milk and made my favourite (sandwich) then went to the dinning and sat there.

After having my breakfast, i walked to the parlor thinking i should just talk to him after all he's my husband and we can't be ignoring each other we got married just yesterday.

Before i could bring out the"hi" Mubarak stood and walked away not wanting to talk or see me.

"I can't tell my parents cause its too early to start complaining, i think i should just continue like this maybe one day he will surely talk to me" I said to myself with tears in my eyes.

After awhile, Mubarak walked down and left without saying a word to me. I stayed home all alone.

Days past by and i haven't spoken to my husband for once since i got married, i finally decided to atleast tell my bestfriend, so i called Batul home.

"Salamualaikum" Batul said as she walked in.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, Batul come in"

"How are you" She added as she sat down.

"Am fine" I replied in a low tone.

"What happened, why is your face looking dull and your looks are not likable, why? Tell me"

"Batul he never said a word to me, he ignores me, he leaves early and comes home all drunk, i don't know what to do, i've been going through this for a month now" I said to Batul crying.

"What kind of life is this" I added.

"Subhanallah Tasneem and you didn't tell me, i thought we are bestfriends, i thought we don't hide things for each other, why did you keep this, did you tell Mami or Adda" She replied angrily.

"I didn't tell anyone and am sorry i kept this, i thought it won't be cool if i tell someone about my married life, that was why"

"But am your bestfriend atleast i will help you out"

"Am sorry, i can't keep it anymore i need your help"

"Ok. You didn't tell Mami and Adda right"

"Yes but am thinking I will after we are done"

"No don't, they won't be happy and it might cause conflict between your parents and his, so we will find a solution"

"Ok then, so what is the solution"

"Have you talked to him before?"

"No i haven't"

"Ok simple, just try talking to him"

"Batul i can't, he ignores me"

"I know, Tasneem he is your husband you can't continue like this just give it a try"

"Ok i will try"

"Promise? "

"Yes promise"

"Thank you for accepting my advice"

"Mention not and alhamdulillah for having you in my life" I smiled and hugged her.

"Thank you" I wispered.

"Toh Tasneem minkam hami dilla (let me be going), bye"

"Ok thanks dear my regards to Ammi and Yumeen, bye" I saw her off.

I waited for hours until Mubarak got home. I walked to him and helped him in cause he was soo drunk.

"You're beautiful girl" he muttered.

"Omg he complimented on my looks, but he's drunk. I need to make him admit it when he's not" I said to myself.

"Thank you" I replied.

"Don't thank me, you deserve that"

I smiled and helped him sit on the coach and i left to my room.

"Batul was right, atleast he said something thou he was drunk sha alhamdulillah”