Mahram To Azira
Chapters 2.1

Humairah went straight out of my room after getting a call from someone I didn't know. Maybe it was from a boss or a relative at work because I remember him saying that he bought me something when he came home from work.

Well, I was quite amazed after hearing he had worked. He was working when he was young. Compared to me, he might be younger a few months away and if calculated well maybe Humairah should have been on the bench this year. I should be in college this year too. But circumstances and situations did not allow me to taste how honorable it was to sit in college.

Oh my God, I forgot the paper bag he gave me because I was too deep in thought.

I swiftly brought it before me and opened it in curiosity.

"What?" This was my first question when I saw a white cloth wrapped in clear plastic inside.

Getting rid of the paper bag, I then opened the clear plastic that protected the white cloth carelessly which I found was a mucus. White mukena with no gaps with a comfortable smooth fabric.

"Mukena?" This cloth is to me quite mysterious because it shows the submission of the servant to the Lord.

But I, I am a servant who was disappointed by God.

"My mom uses this for prayer." I stroked the soft cloth of the face with a nostalgic feeling.

Unknowingly I was brought back to the days when I was still with my mother.

People say my mother is a dirty and despicable woman, she does not deserve to wear a headscarf or long clothes because of my mother's immoral work.

But even though people say so, my mother still prayed with mukena who for years she never changed. Often in the middle of the night I saw him fall down on the floor, sometimes I would wake up with the sound of his sobs that were held back when prostrating.

Mom, weird.

As her only daughter, I not only once or twice heard her advice that I learn to pray and read the Qur'an. But every time he said that I always said that if God really existed why would he let my mother do this kind of forbidden work?

And you know what my mother answered?

He says this is a test for us as His servants.

At that moment when I heard this answer coming out of my mother's dirty mouth, I would laugh out loud with its ridiculousness.

Patience he said?

Hahah.. isn't this mother a bit crazy?

It's been 20 years knowing we were patient but what did we get? we never get what is the fruit of patience. Even until the end of my mother's breath yesterday, where's the fruit of patience?

After all, my mother was ignorant and she should have realized that she was dirty even dirtier than trash, she was despicable and disgusting but why still insist on doing those sacred things?

Yeah, it's probably because my mom's stupid and silly.

"Mom, look what's in my hand now." Folding this face carefully, I believe the price is very expensive because the quality of the fabric is so different and soft.

"It seems like my brother loves me so much and welcomes me here."

Placing the face in the drawer, I dropped my body back on a comfortable soft mattress.

It's only 5pm but why do people at home sound so active out there?

Do I have to follow these so regular and obnoxious rules of their lives?

"All right, I'm gonna take a shower." I gave up because I couldn't stand the noise outside my room.

Did they do this on purpose so I wouldn't feel comfortable in this house?

That way I can get out of this house?

Ah, just dream!

Since you guys have invited me in, then I won't be that easy to leave. At the very least, I should give them a fruit gift before leaving.

Don't we?

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"Why are clothes like this in my closet?" There are various kinds of gamis with colors that are actually not too flashy.

Looks elegant.

But still Azira is not comfortable with this outfit because for her entire life, Azira never wears clothes like this at home. To be more precise, there were no clothes like this in the house just yet and he was also not allowed to bring the clothes he often wore to this house!

Damnit damnit! Inner Azira was upset.

Taking a random, Azira no matter what color it is and he immediately uses it.

Well, frankly, it's very loose and cool.

She then tidied up her long hair and used the little white powder that was on the dressing table, Azira thought this was done and ready to blend in with them.

Cklacks

Immediately Azira understood why the voices were so noisy. It turned out that Azira had forgotten the important thing that her room was right next to the kitchen so naturally there would be noise coming into the room.

"Are you comfortable?"

"Yes, I feel more comfortable than ever." His answer was honest when he realized that Sifa's aunt had been watching him from the kitchen.

"Alhamdulillah.. Aunty was actually worried that Azira was uncomfortable with the noises coming from this kitchen." His words look uncomfortable.

Huh!

If you're really uncomfortable then why did you put me here? if you knew it would bother me then why would you still let me stay in this room?

"It's no big deal, Aunt Sifa, those voices can't bother me." He said humble.

"Sifa, she will not be bothered by these voices because this girl is used to listening to the sound of********Woman with different men. You don't have to worry about it because it's a waste, don't you, Azira?"

Aunt Safa suddenly came and joined the chat. As usual, he would speak in his deep-rooted tone of condescending voice.

"Safa, don't start again and Azira doesn't know anything about that past either." Aunt Sifa looked uncomfortable when saying this, perhaps she felt ashamed by her brother's brazen attitude.

What past?

Azira smiled cynically. He did not know anything at that time but his mother had told him what had happened at that time.

"Sifa, you don't have to defend her because trash will forever be trash. Like a female cat, she will give birth to the exact same kitten. This was also no different from her mother being a disgrace," Her provocative eyes looked at Azira contemptuously.