Sober

I woke up to the loud shouts of yousef, my husband. As soon as i realised who he was shouting for, i jumped out of bed and rushed into the bathroom and locked myself inside. Its a harrowing experience everytime this happens. Why can't we be the perfect couple i imagined our selfs to be?

Yousef: ZAINOO! WALLAAH W BILLAAAH LO MA FACHITAY IL BAB WAALAAH LATSHOUFEEN SHAAY MASHIFTEE!!

i curled up in the corner and started to sob. That happened nearly everyday, but everyday i thought it was the last time, but to my surprised it wasn't.

I had nowhere to go. i knew if i unlocked the door i'd be greeted by one of his slaps or punches. Its moments like these that i wonder why i havent left him by now, why i havent told my parents when it first started. Why i havent packed my bags and just disappear. But, the fact is i cant leave him. After hes snapped out of his drunken mode, he'd return to yousef i'd loved and adored.

A bottle crashed on the ground then he started banging on the door.


Yousef: Shiftaay sh5alaiiteeni asawee yal chalba? il7een lazem ashtiry bo6il vodka yedeed.

He started banging on the door harder now, and at that point i was shaking, theres no running way from him.

Suddenly everything went quiet. Its either hes blacked out or just doing one of his tricks to get me to open the door. i sat there for a few minutes until i was sure that he wasn't there then i opened the door. i saw him lying on the shattered glass with his eyes shut.


From experience, i knew the worse part ended. That after he'd gain consciousness hed return to the normal yousif. i sat him up and realized that his tshirt was covered in blood.

Yousef: mm...zz-zzaai-na

Me: Im here, yousif yourbleeding stay here 3alama i go get a wet towel.

i rushed into the bathroom, grabbed a towel and soaked it with water. When i got to him, i helped him up and manuvered him to the bed. I took his tshirt of and layed him down prone on the bed. Slowly, i started to wipe the blood from his back. Still in shock of what happened, i startedto cry.

Yousef: Zayouna shfeech?

Me: Yousef i can't take this anymore. i dont want to be the battered wife that everyone talks about. im..im..im leaving.

Even though i've said this many times before, he didnt believed me. He knew i loved him to much and that i cant be without him. But this time, maybe its the way i said, he knew it was true, he knew that i was finally leaving.

Yousef: Zaina you cant leave, what will i do without you? you now that i dont mean to do what i do. I'd never hurt you.

Me: Hurt me? guess what yousef? you already did.

Yousef: i know i've said that i dont need you and that i've been so nasty to you. Ive punched you and i've kicked you, but you now i didnt mean to, love you. zaina please dont leave me. i have nobody else

Me: You've got your vodka bottle.

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Random post, i was listening to Please Dont Leave Me-Pink. So, i got an idea.