Thursday 19 April 2012

Shahid's..

  Curled up on his bed, tears dripping from his eyes, he read her messages. She was his 'numero uno', his heartbeat, his ex-wife. She always sent him those cute messages when he was away, sometimes while he was at the office. He still loved her so much, after all she had done to him or what they thought she had done to him.
   He remembered vividly what happened that night, four days ago. Hidaya was busy in the kitchen when he came back from work. She always made sure he had the perfect meals. He greeted her and asked if he could help out with anything. She answered with a smile, telling him to go upstairs and freshen up.
   He had come down after an hour, only to notice her mood had changed. He quietly ate his meal, scared of putting her off. His mind drifted off as he ate, away from his plate. The clanking sound of his fork and spoon falling down brought him back to reality. Then, Hidaya had snapped. She stared at him, anger in her eyes. 'Why did you wake me up? I'm so tired and would have appreciated your silence. Its not fair of you Shahid. You don't care about me.' She stood up and went upstairs.
   He followed her to her room, apologising profusely. As he had suspected, she was crying. Just as he leaned forward to console her, Hidaya struck him with a perfume bottle. He had fainted, only to wake up on the bed at L$F hospital.
   Hidaya had being so sweet when they came home. Doing all the things he liked. His mother had shown up the next day, only to make him do the unthinkable.
   He touched his forehead, the scar was still fresh and hurting. More tears dripped down, he wished Hidaya was here to clean the wound. She was always there to do all the little things that were actually the big things.
   She had her temper problem but they had agreed to go for anger management courses, to take the classes together. He convinced himself he needed the classes too,he was sure he was the one always provoking her. Unfortunately, his mother had forced him to divorce her after that incident. His Hidaya. Shahid's Hidaya. 
  She would have changed if only his mother had not interfered. He knew it. He stared at the scar on his arm. It was a knife cut. He had forgotten to close the kitchen door a few months back. She had thrown the knife at him so he would never forget again. That was what she had said after cleaning him up. He believed her, he will never forget again.




 Dometic violence is'nt necessarily all about men beating up their wives.. Think!!!