Balarabiya Ta

Name: Balarabiya Ta
Author: Firdausi musa

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Aleena sat curled beneath her blanket, her school uniform still hanging neatly on the chair beside her bed. The morning sun slipped gently through the thin blue curtain, painting her room in soft gold, yet she felt only a heavy darkness pressing on her chest. Her stomach ached sharply, twisting inside her like a cruel knot. She clutched the edge of the duvet tighter, tears slipping quietly down her cheeks. "Aleena, why are you crying?" Akram's voice broke the silence as he stepped into her room. "Is everything okay? You've been on the bed since—stand up, we'll be late for school." He moved closer, confusion and worry blending on his face. The moment he saw her, his heart tightened—his little sister, usually full of laughter and stubborn energy, now trembling like a frightened child. "Why are you scared? Did you have a bad dream?" he asked softly, sitting by the edge of her bed. She shook her head, voice small and shaky. "No... I'm just... having a very painful stomach pain." Akram frowned. "Can you go to school? Is it that painful?" He hated seeing her like this. To him, Aleena wasn't just his sister—she was almost like a daughter, ever since their mother died three years ago. "It's very painful," she whispered, her body shaking slightly. He sighed, rubbing his palm gently over her hair. "Okay, the water is hot already. Let me help you up, take a shower, then I'll take you to the hospital, okay?" When he pulled the blanket away, he froze. A dark red stain spread across the bedsheet. For a moment, he just stared, realization dawning slowly. Then a quiet understanding filled his eyes. Ahh... so this is it. His little sister was becoming a woman. No wonder she was scared—she probably had no idea what was happening to her. He softened his tone. "Aleena, get up," he said gently, helping her sit up. The moment she saw the blood, she gasped, covering her mouth with both hands. "Yaya... I didn't do anything," she cried. "I don't know why I'm bleeding. Wallahi, I've never allowed any boy to touch me. Even when they try at school, I always run away." Akram's jaw tightened. Boys try to touch her? His chest burned with protectiveness. "Boys try to touch you?" he asked, trying to stay calm. She lowered her gaze, guilt and fear mixing in her big brown eyes. "Yes." "And you never told me?" His voice was controlled, but she could sense the anger beneath it. She said nothing, staring at the tiled floor. He sighed deeply. Now isn't the time. "Didn't they teach you about... you know, maturing... in school?" She shook her head. "No." "Okay," he said softly. "Go and take your bath first. Then I'll explain everything to you." He helped her into the bathroom, turned on the tap, and mixed the warm and cold water for her. As he did, memories of their moth...

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