TWO DAYS PASSED BEFORE SHEKIBA COULD STAND. Her lip was swollen and scabbed, her legs and back bore multiple bruises and each breath yanked her ribs in different directions. It wasn’t her naseeb to claim her father’s land. Instead, Azizullah had dragged her back to the house and beaten her for an hour. Every time his strikes slowed, he would yell and huff about the humiliation she had caused him. His momentum would pick up again and he’d toss her left and right with each blow.
this is so so so horrible
