draft #Noor :)

 

Noor had always despised the person or people who invented the idea or speculation of ‘daughters would have closer relationship to the Dad, while sons would usually be closer to the Mom’. When Noor was seven, she confirmed herself that the statement was idiotically wrong and far from reality. At least in her reality.

        Ever since she was a child, Noor has always felt that she was the unexpected, unwanted presence in their household. She shouldn’t have been there. She shouldn’t have been born. The only thing that sometimes would temporarily soothe her worries would be a hug from Aidil or a playful pinch on the cheek from Fahri, her older twin brothers. But it was momentarily, for every time she had to interact with her Baba, the burdening feelings of being unwanted came back, flooding in her thoughts and drowning her breathless in anxiety.

        With Ami, it was bearable, she knew her Ami loves her, but still, not as much as Ami loves her brothers. Yet, it was much tolerable compared to Baba. Every time Baba looked at her, it was as if she is a piece of torn dirty cloth, used to mop the floor. Other times it was worse; Baba won’t even acknowledge her existence in the house. He would brush pass her like she wasn’t in his way, holding out to him to take her into his arms, or rock her to sleep, or soothe her when she was wailing in hunger or pain.

        One day when she was in the kitchen with only her Ami, helping her doing the dishes, she asked; “Baba didn’t love me, right, Ami?” she mumbled in between the splashing sounds of the water flowing in the sink. Her Ami jolted her eyebrows, “Don’t mumble, young lady,” Ami said. For the remark, Noor hesitated to repeat the question, and brushed it off with, “Sorry Ami. Never mind,”

        Noor didn't know whether or not to consider she is incredibly lucky or gravely unfortunate, because that was all until December 1994, a week before Noor’s 17th birthday when the incident happened. And the next months to come were never going to be the same anymore.

A/N:

I was thinking of making a book lol hahaha. insyaAllah, by Allah's will. and this is the draft of the first chapter. I have the whole story drafted out in outlines but not finalized yet (cause I'd write only when I had the mood XD ) but I don't know where to post / publish it. was thinking of a few publications, but of course I'm aware of the probability of the competition. but the biggest worry is that I sent the story to someone, but they plagiarized it and turned it into their own. hahahaha... hm anyway, that was the dream for now :)