C.O.A.T - Chubbiest Of All Time

Chapter 14

Okay, that was it. Gifting me a weighing scale to indirectly or rather to directly hint about my weight was the last straw!

I was super mad at that imbecile Ibrahim. I wanted to take that weighing scale and hit it on his head. Perhaps then he would learn a lesson, I thought.

At the same time, I was also very much hurt.

Why did I have to go through any of these embarrassing moments? Why did the world hate fat people so much? What wrong did we do to them by carrying some extra pounds? Who gave them the rights to think that fat people could be used as their bait for jokes and verbal abuse as much as they wanted?

This was all so wrong. The world I lived in was cruel. Most people I associated with were heartless.

I held the weighing scale in my hand with a lump in my throat. Tears were about to roll down any minute. I held my breath as much as possible to avoid crying.

I had become so weak within a few days — all because of a man who I did not even love.

As I stood there without uttering a single word, I expected my mom or elder sisters to advice me as usual by taking Ibrahim's side. And I even planned an argument with them in my head already.

But surprisingly, no, that was not what happened. Just like mine, everyone else's faces were blank too.

Mom left the room saying, "Never mind. It's still a gift. And it's something you wanted to buy too. So, let's not feel upset about it."

I couldn't agree with her point. Just because I had the need to purchase a weighing scale, that didn't mean that anyone could buy it for me. It was simply rude. But then, the way she spoke made it evident that she was also not very happy with Ibrahim's gift choice. I mean, it wasn't her normal excited tone. And it sounded nothing like her usual words of support either. It rather felt like a self-consoling comment.

Good. Finally there seemed to something that mom and I could see eye to eye in Ibrahim's case even thought she might not ever admit it.

On the other side, my sisters became weirdly quiet the moment I took out the weighing scale from the box. Zoya looked angry. Aira looked disappointed. And as for Shaheen and Daneen — the duo who generally tried to cover up Ibrahim's behavior with some lame excuse, even they were speechless for a long time.

Perhaps my entire family was hurt by Ibrahim's rude gesture though they would not say it out openly. At least not in front of me. After all, there was still a chance of that imbecile becoming part of my life, right?

How pathetic!

After a big awkward silence, I spoke, "How would he feel if I had sent him some oil for hair growth?"

"Come on, Lish," said Shaheen, pursing her lips. Daneen quickly walked up to me and put a hand on my shoulder as if to comfort me.

They probably didn't want me to comment anything about his hairless head because that would be offensive. Of course, even I knew that. And I never liked making such statements about anyone's physical appearance. But then, was Ibrahim even a human being? I wasn't sure at this point.

"You won't do that," said Zoya angrily.

"None of us would do that," said Aira with a sigh.

And that was the truth. Despite all the nasty comments that we sisters often receive for being overweight, we had never even once responded rudely to anyone. That was our commendable nature. Or rather that was how well our parents raised us.

"This is way too much. Gifting a weighing scale? I mean, who does that? Didn't he even once think how hurt I would feel by this action?," I asked.

"He probably wouldn't have. I guess he doesn't understand these things," replied Daneen.