Chapter 1: You Thief!
(Rahmas pov)
I hid inside the kitchen hoping and praying to God that they don't find me, I sat down in a corner trying to stop myself from crying but it was of no use, my tears kept streaming down my cheeks and it was like an endless flow of meander, the kitchen was dark as the light was switched off so I felt I will be safe in here for now, my body kept shaking vigorously and I kept on calling Allah name to protect me, my life has never been beautiful, it wasn't easy like how others lived, each day was torture and the night were much grave, i don't know about my real parents, I have no idea if they are alive or Dead all I know is that I am a lonely abandoned cursed black Melanin and one day I am bound to change that.
I sat down there trying to get my heart to stop beating fast in my chest, my tears already dried up, and I was uncomfortable sitting in the position I was due to the bruise over my skin, my cheeks still sting due to the unexpected slap I received minutes ago, who am I kidding, the slap was definitely expected, it's a normal thing that happens now in my life, I either get beaten up, insulted, accused for stealing or even disgraced, my eye lids felt heavy and just as I was about to close my eyes and drown my self in the peaceful darkness the door to the kitchen banged open and there she stood the Demon in disguise of a human.
I looked over to the woman that adopted me when I was five, at first I was happy that I was leaving the orphanage and finally getting to live with my new family but the day I stepped foot into this house I regret ever existing and coming into this world, I would have probably committed suicide if not for the Fact that it's forbidden in my religion.
"You Thief!, Did you really think you could run away from ME in my own house?"
Mrs Monroe said with anger visible on her face, yep you guessed it, I am a black Muslim girl who lives with christians, practicing my religion in this house isn't really easy infact practicing anything I love Is as close to impossible as long as I live in this house, I still ask my self why I ended up in the hands of such evil and ruthless people, I really don't get it, I know that there are ALOT of Christians out there that have a heart of gold, I Know cause my best friend back in the orphanage was a Christian and she was the only kind, and caring person I have ever met, so I still wonder why I had to end up with such evil being as the woman that stood at the door.
(Here we go again) I thought to myself while waiting to pass through whatever hell is about to befall me right now, Mrs Monroe made her way over to me and dragged my seventeen year old body off the floor, my Vail fell off my head while I was trying to run and hide so now my thick black hair was very much visible, I had an afro hair, it's long and curly and the only thing I admire in my body.
"You dark ugly bitch!, Tell me where you hid my Golden bracelet!" The 41 year old woman ask me.
"Mom, I swear I have-" my sentence was cute short when a slap landed across my left check.
(Could this get any worse?) I internally asked myself but yep ofcourse it got worse when she roughly pushed my body to fall on the hard tiles of the kitchen.
"How many times do I have to tell you to NEVER use your filthy mouth to call me your mom!?" She asked and for a minute I was wondering whose mouth was really filthy, hers or mine?, It's obviously the first.
She yanked me up the floor and roughly pulled me out of the kitchen making her way towards the living room and once we arrived I saw her two daughters and her handsome 20 year old son, I looked over to her daughters to see them glaring at me, ladies and gentlemen, May I introduce to you the daughters of the kind hearted demon that held me and raised me in a brutal way, Veronica and Margaret, the two have always hated my being just like their mother, they are evil and disgusting, but then at least her son Richard isn't a pain in the ass, well at least not a pain in my own ass, cause trust me I get kicked in the ass a lot.
"The sight of you ugly goat still disgust me." Veronica said
(the feeling is mutual) I internally told myself, wishing I could say it out loud to her but I've received enough slaps for the night.
Veronica walked over to me and spat on my face, I know it's disgusting but at this point I am used to all their maltreatment.
"Now tell me where you kept my bracelet Ram." Mrs Monroe said and also my name isn't Ram, it's rahma and it's a beautiful name with a beautiful meaning but brainless people like them can't understand that.
I looked at Mrs Monroe before repeating myself one last time.
"I promise I didn't steal your bracelet, I will never do such a thing." I said to her meaning every word I said, she was about to slap me AGAIN but Richard stopped her by saying.
"It's okay Mom, she kept denying it so maybe she didn't steal it, just forget about the bracelet I'll buy you a new now." (Phew that was close) I thought while silently releasing the breath that I had no idea I was holding.
Mrs Monroe looked over to her son speaking languages with her eyes before she finally dropped my body to the floor.
"Don't sleep in the kitchen tonight, either sleep in the backyard, or the visitors toilet or the backroom store, I don't want you getting my kitchen dirty with your filthy body." (oh how so generous of her to give me options) I sarcastically thought and fought the urge to roll my eyes.
She finally left me and made her way towards the stairs to her grand Master room, her daughters looked at me before walking off towards their own room, while Richard, well let's just say he gave me a pitiful look before also heading towards his room.
How did a black girl like me end up in a house filled with whites?, And how is the life of a Black Mislimah, trust me it's not the best as far as it's my own opinion, oh yeah you're also wondering how my social life is, well although Mrs Monroe doesn't treats me well at least she sends me to school, and you'll be surprised if I tell you that I'm popular, well I am popular in a bad way, I have a really dark shining skin with a lot of mark and bruise all over my legs and my back, you might have guessed how I got them, well I used to believe that I was pretty when I was young because my best friend Sarah always told me that I look like a beautiful black Barbie, well she was wrong because ever since I entered this house and this life, I've had a lot of people tell me I am ugly, even in school they all give me a disgusting stare, and they are always cautious around me as if I will pull the trigger over their heads when they aren't looking, and they always bully me which isn't really my problem anymore, it's more worse because no one ever stands up for me, not even the teachers, who am I kidding, everyone I have met so far in my life HATE black skin and I just have to be their amazing outstanding victim.
Well my life is hard, it has always been, but THEY don't know, they might have broken me, shattered me, abused me, BUT they seem to forget that MY NAME is Rahma, a proud Muslim black Melanin, I believe we all have the power to change our stories for the good or bad and this is MY story and one day it will change for the good, or maybe not, who knows, well I just have to find out.
A/N
Well Assalamualaikum people, my first book about black Muslims, I hope you enjoy it and I hope this book helps you to see how some blacks live their lives and what black people can really do, also don't forget that this book is also in the romance category so we will definitely meet a Handsome bachelor soon.
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