Rabia run breathlessly towards the outside yard to hide behind the fence near the gate of their house.
This fence was like a wall that separated the entrance gate to two; one way for women to enter the house and come directly to women’s room and the other directly to the luxurious men’s guest room occupied by men in Rabia’s family. The women of the family were only allowed to visit that guest room during two hours in morning to clean and organize the room for male guests. Rabia used to secretly watch TV in men’s guest room while her mom and aunts used to clean the room. There was only one TV in the whole family house. Rabia was only 10 years old and the youngest of 8 children. Her eldest sister had three children at the age of 21. Rabia and her single sisters all lived in a big house for years, since she remembers. She had five uncles and they all lived together with their wives and children in one house. However, the men’s and women’s portions of life were very different. Men used to live most of their lives in the men’s portion which was decorated effortlessly by the women of the family and served by the women of the family and women’s portions were one room for each of the uncle’s wives, a big hall and the whole women population lived in those five rooms.
Under the metal cage, Rabia started gathering her nerves to make a sense of the scene she had just seen in the backyard. It was her father right outside the kitchen, standing so close to Zarina and wiping her tears. Rabia did not believe that her father could be that kind to any woman, as she had seen him so cruel to his own wife. She had never seen him touching any woman in the family, even not his own grandchildren.
Zarina was in her 20s and used to live in this house since her only parent, mother had passed away. Although she was not the family’s child, she was treated just like the daughter of the family. She was the best cook and everyone loved the food she made.
But what was so strange about her father and Zarina that she had seen in the backyard. What was so different than the norm in her family and in her upbringing.
Created by : Nematullah, 18. Bagrami, Afghanistan