We ran. In the dead of night she ran, with one child in her arms and another growing in her abdomen. One of the housemaids was compassionate enough to respond to her plea and left her door unlocked for one night. She ran until she caught sight of a taxi cab and yelled desperately for the driver. With one last gush of energy, she knocked at the doors of her marital home, a knock of desperation, for she knew if her father had figured out that she had escaped, he would come for her. The doors sprung open, and there stood in bewilderment. She fell into him with me still in hers. She was the sight of sheer exhaustion. She had not eaten or slept in days, and she had the added load of pregnancy on her physique. The following morning Khulood bathed her and forced her to eat. “Don’t let your baby suffer the consequences of the faults of others. Your baby is innocent. Nourish yourself so that it may grow healthy.” “Habibi”, my father addressed her now, “I swear to you on our daughter’s head. I came everyday to collect you, but everyday i was denied access to you.” “I know. I saw you and i heard you. But my window was locked as well.” “Where do we go from here?” “We have to leave. We have to leave this place for good.” **end of part 8**
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