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I can't open my eyes. There was a strange, pungent smell in my nose. I tried to open my eyes but it felt heavy. Then I felt something in my hand. A gentle touch caressed my left hand, giving me a slight goosebump.

When I tried to figure out who it was, I heard a voice. "I was fifteen when I became a hafiz. I memorized the entire Qur'an. I'm so proud of myself. When I was sixteen, I began to teach the children everything that my teacher taught me. I became a priest at such a young age. I love God so much, so much so that I never knew He would do this to me. You know what's going on, why I'm like this now. I lost everything. First Liza then me and now you. Please Sadiya open your eyes, please . "he whispered in my ear

I opened my eyes but it didn't work. Did they put something on it? It feels very heavy. That's why I squeezed his hand a little. It's the only thing I can do to make her know that I can listen to her.

I felt like he was frozen because of my touch. I hope he's not mad at me.

"Sadiya? Please, awake. I'm sorry" he said, and I tried so hard to open my eyes.

Vian called the doctor and when he let go of my hand, my eyes opened easily. The first person I saw was Vian. He looked exhausted and his eyes were red. He really doesn't look okay.

“I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry. I can't protect you .. Please, this is all my fault ..” he said as he placed his head in my hand that he held. I took off her hand and gently rubbed her hair. I reminded myself of the words he said, making me feel distant from him.

"I'm fine now, look. It's not your fault" I said.

I remember what just happened. When I was standing in a dark alley. Then Husam approached me and caught me and beat me. I can still feel his punch in my stomach. He wants revenge for what happened between him and Salma.

I heard the sound of someone stepping in, and I turned to the door.

"Hi Mrs Viantra, I'm Dr. Ervan. How do you feel?" Said doctor.

I returned the smile he gave me.

"It hurts, but I'm fine" I replied. Alhamdulillahot. Everything in my body hurts. Every bone hurts. It felt like people were still beating me.

"OK, we need to do some tests and you have to stay here for two days. May I speak to you personally?"

I looked towards Vian, he looked like he wanted to complain but he remained silent. He looked at me to see if I was okay and I nodded. Then he came out of the patient's room and the doctor approached.

"I'd like to talk to you. Your condition is something we see here often. Do you want to talk about it?" tanyakanya.

I don't get it. Whatdoes thatmean? He looked at my confused gaze, then continued his conversation.

"I know that in Islamic culture women are persecuted by their husbands. But you don't have to go through that anymore, we can get the police involved in this," he said. I can't believe it. She thinks Vian is harassing me?

"It wasn't my husband who beat me up. My brother did that. And did you know, that people persecute women they have nothing to do with Islam In Islam, women are very valuable. Women have more rights than men, you know? Have you ever studied Islam? I don't think so, because if you do, you'll know the difference between culture and religion" he said. It is true that I was abused and in culture it was normal, but it had nothing to do with my religion.

He looked at me with wide eyes and could not say anything more. "alright. The nurses will check on you. If you need anything, just press the red button there. I'll call your husband, if you want?" he said and I nodded.

"What's wrong?" ask me while smiling. He took a chair and sat by my bed.

"Nothing" he said, still grinning.

"You really scared me .." he said after a while, he looked away. My fingers touched his hands without me noticing.

"Why?" my many. Doesn't he not care about me? My mind went back to that night and I pulled my hand back.

"Because you were in the same state when I found Liza. And when I found him, he .. was dead. I was so afraid the same thing happened again" he said and his voice trembled.

I try to sit down. My body still hurts but I act like I'm fine. I approached her face and grabbed her with both palms so she could look me in the eye. But he didn't look me in the eye and that disappointed me.

"Look at my eyes" I told him.

He even closed his eyes. I took a deep breath.

"Vian .." I said slowly, then he opened his eyes and looked me in the eye. Again I was fascinated by his eyes. I've never seen such beautiful eyes before. It was so bright and cold, but behind the cold was warmth.

"I'm fine, I'm here. Nothing happened and nothing wrong with you. Please, just let me in and let me help you" I said. I mean every word I've said. I promised Liza. I want Vian to find himself again, even if it's not easy.

"It wasn't easy.I'm .. afraid," he said, closing his eyes again. I squeezed his cheek and he leaned over to touch me. He is like a lion.

"Fear why?" I asked him. My fingers ran down his face and he just leaned back.

"I'm afraid of getting hurt again, I'm going to get hurt again" he whispered. He opened his eyes and looked me straight in the eye.

"Vian, I'm scared too. I'm scared of you. I'm afraid when you go to fight outside, you won't come home one day. I'm afraid you'll do the same as they did to me . I'm afraid you're going to anesthetize yourself so you're going to die. I'm scared, really scared. But I'm ready to help you. Believe me," I said, and he took a deep breath. He looked at me for a few seconds and then he nodded.

“I'll try,” he said and I feel how tired I really am. He looked at me as if he knew I wanted to sleep and I nodded. He helped me lie down and he sat in a chair.

"Are you not going to sleep?" my many. I can't sleep if he's not comfortable.

"Yes, but I'm fine," he replied, trying to make himself comfortable in the chair. I closed my eyes and shifted slightly to the edge and patted the space next to me.

He raised an eyebrow and I also raised an eyebrow, as if I was challenging him. He shook his head and came slowly and lay down beside me. We sat very close and uncomfortable.

It was then that he sighed and wrapped his arm around my shoulder to make her comfortable. I smiled a little and put my head on his chest. And I can't believe I heard him say, "Sorry."