Helpless
Kind of like bricklane but thout I'd write it up in a description way.
Zara opened her eyes and saw the moon; it was a perfect white circle, which stood out in the clear, starry sky. The round circle was fully lit and beamed onto her fair skin. She smiled and remembered the moments of her sister, telling her that the moon was made out of cheese. She watched the clear winter sky and fell asleep knowing that she had to wake up early to drop her children to school.
"Triingg... Tringg!" Zara and her husband woke up to the alarm ringing harshly. Her husband Ali hit the snooze button and fell back into a deep sleep. She dragged herself out of bed and sleepily walked into her cramped hallway and knocked on the door to wake her two daughters up. "Rukshana and Ameera. Please wake up you have registration in 1 hour and it will take you 30 minutes to get dressed!" she demanded as she tied her greasy hair into a bun and went downstairs to make breakfast. A short, fat bold head man who was Ali came out of his room and went to the bathroom. Impatiently, waiting for her dad Rukhshana knocked on the bathroom door and said "Dad, how long are you going to take? I need the bathroom!" she shouted.
"I'm coming Rukshana" he replied and unlocked the door. Ali went downstairs and left his 14 year old daughter and 11 years old to get dressed. Zara was about to serve Ali Tea but dropped it on the floor, he furiously got up and slapped her hard around the face. Cradling her cheek she picked up the pieces and poured her half of tea in a red mug and handed it to him. "What on earth Zara! You cannot do anything right, your 22 years old and you're an uneducated Pakistani girl that can't handle one job and you don't understand how much I have done for you!" He spoke with a mouth full of French toast.
"I'm sorry... it won't happen again," she hesitated and made packed lunches for her daughters. Zara made Rukhshana and Ameera toast with strawberry jam spread over it. They both grabbed and kissed them and cheerfully and said, "Thanks mum, see you later!"
"Karim will be here in half an hour, I expect you to finish stitching the clothes he's ordered." He told her and she nodded, he flung his jacket on and slammed the front door.
Empty stomach, Zara sat down and finished the clothes. She felt disheartened that he trapped her within the four walls of the flat in East London, in a loveless marriage with the middle aged man; she had to live with him for the sake of Rukhshana and Ameera. Zara and her sister got married when they were 17 years old and she fears that her soul is quietly dying. "Buzzz!" the doorbell rang; Zara timidly got up and looked through the spy whole, he was extremely cute, he had think black hair and olive skin. His eyes were emerald green, Zara thought he look like someone who'd advertise Clearasil. She sighed in relief because she knew it was Karim, she opened the door and led him to the dark living room. She handed him the finished dresses and he grabbed her hand...
Zara was scared and confused. She was in a really uncomfortable position but his soft and smooth hands made it incredibly relaxing. As he lifted her chin he smiled and like a reflection, she smiled too. In her mind she imagined another harsh slap from Ali and immediately she rid herself of all emotions and let go of his grip. She knew he had feelings for her and she had feelings for him but it wasn't to be. "I'm sorry," she said regrettably as he picked up the clothes. He commented with a calming, soothing voice "I'm not a type of person who would get in between relationships but you always have a choice". She looked down whilst she thought of the possibilities and consequences and shook her head in disagree, "I can't.... I have to think about my children". He sighed and repeated for the second time "....You always have a choice Zara, just do something before it turns into something serious and you get injured." "Your children are important and they will always support you".
"Triingg... Tringg!" Zara and her husband woke up to the alarm ringing harshly. Her husband Ali hit the snooze button and fell back into a deep sleep. She dragged herself out of bed and sleepily walked into her cramped hallway and knocked on the door to wake her two daughters up. "Rukshana and Ameera. Please wake up you have registration in 1 hour and it will take you 30 minutes to get dressed!" she demanded as she tied her greasy hair into a bun and went downstairs to make breakfast. A short, fat bold head man who was Ali came out of his room and went to the bathroom. Impatiently, waiting for her dad Rukhshana knocked on the bathroom door and said "Dad, how long are you going to take? I need the bathroom!" she shouted.
"I'm coming Rukshana" he replied and unlocked the door. Ali went downstairs and left his 14 year old daughter and 11 years old to get dressed. Zara was about to serve Ali Tea but dropped it on the floor, he furiously got up and slapped her hard around the face. Cradling her cheek she picked up the pieces and poured her half of tea in a red mug and handed it to him. "What on earth Zara! You cannot do anything right, your 22 years old and you're an uneducated Pakistani girl that can't handle one job and you don't understand how much I have done for you!" He spoke with a mouth full of French toast.
"I'm sorry... it won't happen again," she hesitated and made packed lunches for her daughters. Zara made Rukhshana and Ameera toast with strawberry jam spread over it. They both grabbed and kissed them and cheerfully and said, "Thanks mum, see you later!"
"Karim will be here in half an hour, I expect you to finish stitching the clothes he's ordered." He told her and she nodded, he flung his jacket on and slammed the front door.
Empty stomach, Zara sat down and finished the clothes. She felt disheartened that he trapped her within the four walls of the flat in East London, in a loveless marriage with the middle aged man; she had to live with him for the sake of Rukhshana and Ameera. Zara and her sister got married when they were 17 years old and she fears that her soul is quietly dying. "Buzzz!" the doorbell rang; Zara timidly got up and looked through the spy whole, he was extremely cute, he had think black hair and olive skin. His eyes were emerald green, Zara thought he look like someone who'd advertise Clearasil. She sighed in relief because she knew it was Karim, she opened the door and led him to the dark living room. She handed him the finished dresses and he grabbed her hand...
Zara was scared and confused. She was in a really uncomfortable position but his soft and smooth hands made it incredibly relaxing. As he lifted her chin he smiled and like a reflection, she smiled too. In her mind she imagined another harsh slap from Ali and immediately she rid herself of all emotions and let go of his grip. She knew he had feelings for her and she had feelings for him but it wasn't to be. "I'm sorry," she said regrettably as he picked up the clothes. He commented with a calming, soothing voice "I'm not a type of person who would get in between relationships but you always have a choice". She looked down whilst she thought of the possibilities and consequences and shook her head in disagree, "I can't.... I have to think about my children". He sighed and repeated for the second time "....You always have a choice Zara, just do something before it turns into something serious and you get injured." "Your children are important and they will always support you".
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