Truth hurts

I went to visit my mother,she's a really good Muslim.

But my dad wasn't he died two months back.

He was so fake acting Mr pious in front of mum.

He was a gangster really.

His business was dirty just like him.

No one knows why I sold it.

"ya eliyas you make me so angry,your father worked so hard and you sell it to Mr Rothstein our enemies,why ?do u hate your father?"

I became angry

"he was a liar,he's business was haram...I have the papers to prove it.....I lied while he was alive and dead to protect you mum....but he was an evil fuck.

He slept with loads of women behind your back....Will you still praise him?"

She looked so hurt but the truth can be a bitch.

"son I can't look at you,leave now....I'll see you next week I need to be alone........I can't believe that you shouted at me you are changing son"

I knew I had to leave.