Moya, Vse Moya

The rain poured down as you rushed out of college, the weight of your abusive home life a constant burden. You quickened your pace, hoping to avoid the downpour and the inevitable scolding waiting for you. Reaching the front door, a wave of relief washed over you, quickly replaced by dread as you saw your cousin Ahmed's leering face.

You tried to slip past him, but your mother’s sharp voice stopped you. She grabbed your hair, pulling you inside while berating you for being late. Your father’s gaze fell upon you, and your heart sank as he reached for his belt. The familiar sting of pain followed, a grim reminder of your daily reality. Later, seeking refuge in your room, you found Ahmed waiting, his presence a terrifying confirmation of your lack of safety. Just as your fear peaked, your mother’s voice interrupted, calling Ahmed downstairs – someone had arrived.