Book Name: [Zaki by Khadeeja Candy]
Author Name: [Khadeeja Candy]
Part of the Book 📚: [ It was Carar Zakaran who was in the hall of the house who interrupted my long speech. Slowly I moved my face with a smile because it didn't bother me at all. with the peace and calmness of those who have a rich heart and fill my heart, I sleep with her every night.
As usual, I opened my big and soft eyes that changed color due to the long time I was crying. When I was happy, I looked at my mother who was wearing a pale red cloth like the poor people and it belonged to us. "It's your cake that she's been eating since it was brought to you," my mother said in a mocking tone to the cat who was eating cake next to me.
I smiled and reached out my hand to caress the kitten and started talking to her in English. "Did you eat my cake?" "Are you not going to go to your house today?" The younger one asked, that made me quickly get up from my bed, I came out of the hut yawning without covering my mouth, I don't know anything bad, but a bit careless and abandoning religion like ours. ..
I quickly went to a small place that we closed with a bowl to take a bath or rent. I don't take a bath because it doesn't bother me even though I'm the cleanest person in our house, but that's why I didn't take a bath for three days. I just urinated and came out quickly and washed my face with our broken butt without a lid.
When I finished washing my face, I went to the kitchen and took charcoal and put it in my mouth and chewed it. My feet went to our hut quickly, I remembered that I didn't pray, so I came back and took the hut and performed ablution and left the hut which I can call our room. I took off the cloth that was tied on my chest and took a shirt and pants of a blue fabric that looked like silk and put it on.
I took off my hijab and put on the potato mask which looks like a small scarf and covered my head like I used to or I said we used to. I reached to the mirror and took the charcoal and rubbed it with the oil in one place. I stopped and looked at myself in the mirror. I smiled and showed my beauty until my dimples appeared. I was struggling to open my big eyes.
It is something that is obvious, I don't need anyone to look at me and tell me that I am beautiful, beautiful in character or natural, beautiful in body or face. I will not be removed from the Indian race, the Indians will also be exposed, I myself know that I am beautiful and beyond the example, the beauty that prevents me from being seen in society, only my hair when I come down again, I wonder how I have many the old hair that comes down from me is even my hair. I don't have to say, everyone who knows red bulls knows they are beautiful and hairy, but among them I am also different in the beauty side.
I took the charcoal oil in front of me and rubbed it on my face and she was white and it disappeared and I became like I'm not me, you can only see my long nose and you can recognize me too and only if you know me very well. Then I stood up and took the rope that I used to hang on the river (hip) when I went for a walk and tied it.
I went to the place where my mother was sitting and greeted her with a rude language. "I'm going Nana" That's how I call her by my son's name when I wake up and I hear people calling her by it even though it's not her real name. "God bless you and get more" She told me laughing and I shook my head and left smiling because she didn't know the truth, all the days I was working.
I had to go far away from our hut so that no one could see me and I went through the ruins of the house in front of our hut which was being built by a famous rich man. I don't know what to do with it, a room or a living room, I took my things and went through the front door and left.
through the window of my house I took my car wash, I went through the exit door and came out, until today my mother has not seen meknowing that I am not doing this job, and I never deliberately told her, because I know she will stop me if she finds out that it is not my beggar, as she loves me, and I do not like the beggar because she is hurting me, as I am very small to anyone who I reach out to and ask to give it to me. It has become like the habit of begging on the street or in big houses or offices to get something to eat, some of us have it and some of us have a secret roof that they can support themselves without begging. we had to beg for food.
I have seen the kind of humiliation that is done to my mother when we go to beg, especially on the highway, which makes me sad, except for her or her body, despite the kind of hatred that is shown to us. This is the reason why I promised her that I will beg myself and bring her money without her having to come, because of this she depends on me and I changed the way of begging to asking for it myself, despite the presence of others who laughed at me as if The job is not suitable for me, it is a woman like me, I stand where cars stop because of traffic, I wash car windows and I get paid, the work is usually done by men.
I don't think that bothers me, because I know that I am better off and I earn a lot more than a man, because I am a woman, some men don't even give me twenty, even one thousand is what someone gave me. ]
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