“I snuck away, Parwin. I’ve asked so many times but Bibi Gulalai won’t allow it. So today, I just walked over here. I told the servant that I’d gotten permission.”
“Oh no! Won’t they notice that you’re not there? What are they going to do to you?”
I had given that some thought and only hoped that my reasoning worked.
“I’ve gotten in trouble a couple of times. The last time, Bibi Gulalai threatened to send me back to my parents. I’m hoping that if she finds out about this, that’s what she’ll do. I want to go back home. I hate it over there!”
“Do you really think they’ll send you back?” Parwin seemed doubtful. My sister looked different, I realized. Her face looked thinner and her eyes lacked their sparkle. Her cheeks were marked with dark spots.
“I don’t know but I really wanted to see you. And I thought it was worth a try,” I added with a smile.
“I wish they would send me back too,” she said wistfully.
“Are you… are you doing all right here? Are they nice to you?”
“I would rather be home. Remember those birds that used to fly over our yard? Remember how mad Shahla got when their droppings got on the laundry — twice in one day! That was so funny!” She was looking past me. Seeing something that no longer existed.
“Parwin, are you still doing your drawings? Have you sketched anything new? I miss looking at your work.”
She shook her head. “There’s too much to do and I don’t want to disappoint anyone here. I have to keep up with my chores. Anyway, I don’t really feel much like sketching.”
This was completely unlike Parwin. I held her hands in mine and wondered what to say. There were questions I wanted to ask but the answers would only hurt us both. I stared at her while she smiled awkwardly. She talked about Rohila and Sitara, told me stories about them as if she’d seen them just days ago. I wondered what her husband was like. I wondered if she had to tolerate the same things I did.
“Khala Shaima said that Rohila is probably going to go to school now. Isn’t that wonderful? She’s going to love it.”
“Khala Shaima? Did you see her? Did you talk to her?” It sounded like Parwin had completely lost her mind.
“Yes, she came here. About two weeks ago. I just saw her by the front gate for a few moments and then she left again. She asked about you too but I told her I hadn’t seen you.”
“She came here? Why didn’t she come see me too?”
“She tried.”
Of course, they’d kept her away from me. They probably didn’t want me telling Khala Shaima how they treated me.
“What else did she say?”
“She said Padar-jan is the same, but happier now that he can get a lot more medicine. And Madar-jan and the girls are doing all right. We didn’t really talk for very long. I wished she could have stayed and told more of her stories. I liked hearing about Bibi Shekiba, didn’t you? I think about her a lot now.”
I thought about her more than anyone could know. I often wondered what she would have done in my place. Or what I would have done in hers. Or if there was much difference anyway.
“Parwin, maybe we should just run away!” I whispered, interrupting her chatter. “Just like I snuck out this morning. We could just take off!”
If only I’d known then what the future held, I would have done just that. I would have snuck away with her in the night. At least that would have given her a chance.
“Rahima, you’re always making trouble. I’m all right here. It’s a lot of work but it’s okay. Madar-jan said we should do what’s asked of us and I am. You’re going to get yourself into big trouble if you try anything.”
I felt my throat tighten to hear her talk this way. She wasn’t herself but I realized there was no running away for us, especially her. Parwin wouldn’t make it more than a few feet from the compound with her limp.
Voices in the hallway grew louder.
“Where is she? Who let her in here?”
“She came alone? Does Bibi Gulalai know about this?”
I heard the footsteps and knew my time was up, quicker than I thought. I didn’t bother turning around to see who had come after me. I kissed my sister’s face and squeezed her hands as the door flung open.
“I’m sorry, Parwin. I’m sorry about all of this,” I said. “I’m not far from you, Parwin, remember that, okay? I’m not far from you!”
I kept my eyes on her as I was yanked to my feet. Parwin looked oddly peaceful amidst the shouting.
“Birds fly away, one by one…,” she said meekly, watching as I was pulled away from her once again.
CHAPTER 27. RAHIMA
Bibi Gulalai seethed with anger.
Someone had seen me leaving the compound. Word got back to Badriya, who, probably happily, reported the news to Bibi Gulalai. It didn’t matter much. Just made me hate them more. Badriya was a more spiteful person than I’d first thought. I prayed I’d one day find a way to get even with her. No wonder Hashmat was such a jerk.
But I’d invited this round of punishment. I’d asked for it. With every blow, every curse, I held out hope that my mother-in-law would blurt out that she’d had enough, that she was sending me back to my mother. I covered my head with my arms and waited to hear what she’d said the last time. When she didn’t say it, I spoke up.
“If I’m so terrible then why don’t you send me back?”
She paused. At that moment, I realized I hadn’t done myself any favors. She knew that was exactly what I wanted and refused to give it to me, even if it would shame my family and me before our entire community. No, at that moment she decided she would straighten out this pesky bride herself. My plan had backfired but at least I’d seen Parwin. Or what was left of her. My sister, so different and delicate in her disposition, had been changed by her new life. I knew it was partly my doing. This had all come about because of me, the bacha posh, and because of the argument I had with my mother. The rest of the blame sat on my father’s addicted shoulders.
I thought of Shahla. I wondered if she still blamed me too. She had forgiven me on the day of our nikkahs, but I wondered if things were different now. Maybe things were better for her than Parwin or me. Shahla had a way of pleasing people, making people smile. I found it hard to believe anyone could treat her badly.
Now the relationship between Bibi Gulalai and me was forever soured. She focused her energies on making life miserable for me. My husband took from me what he wanted, did to me what he wanted and left the rest of my existence in his mother’s hands. He was too busy to care about the details, now that he had even more lucrative business with some foreigners. His power and influence in our area were growing, and with it, so was his aggression and domination at home. We four wives shared a fear of his ready fist.
There was something else that worried me these days. For two weeks, I had been waking up in the mornings, my stomach reeling with nausea. The feeling frightened me and I finally confided in Jameela, who looked at me and sighed.
“Let me see your face,” she said, cupping my cheeks in her hands. She turned my head from side to side, looking at my skin and my eyes. I let out a yelp when she felt my full breasts. “Yes, it looks to be true. You’re going to become a mother, Rahima-jan.”
Her gentle words stunned me. For some reason, this possibility had not occurred to me.
“What? How can you tell?”
“Rahima-jan, how long has it been since your monthly illness?”
Come to think of it, I couldn’t remember when I had last bled. It happened so irregularly that I never could keep track. I shrugged my shoulders.