He's Abusive

"But baba, I explained to you what happened! What they were doing to me!" I protest for the third time.

Of course, I didn't reveal to him every detail Mister Mirza had unveiled to me. Such as Naheed wanting to have me ruthlessly murdered by Imran's gang friends, or that Imran and his mother Razia Mirza diabolically schemed to murder Mister Mirza for his wealth and frame me for it.

Mister Mirza had specifically had me promise not to disclose this information. Except, the only excuse I was permitted to make was the fact that Imran did nothing to prevent his friend Yasir from trying to sexually assault me.

"Where are you!?" Baba barks. "Are you living with men?"

"I can't tell you where I am, but I'm safe and no I'm not living with men." I groan with frustration.

Why can't he ask about my safety?

Why can't he show gratitude that I'm alive?

"Return at once to your husband, young lady! Members of the Muslim community here know of what you've done! I'm ashamed to be seen at work, my customers