"Zainab!" Ismail roared and she stiffled a laugh as she sprayed her perfume. She smoothed out the non existent wrinkles on her black and white maxi dress and rushed out banging the door behind her.
"Zainab! I'm going!" Ismail hollered again. He was standing impatiently in the sitting room playfully glaring at her as she ran down the stairs.
"I thought you were going to take forever up there." He said. "And you look beautiful."
"Hmm you don't look bad yourself." He was dressed in a plain white shirt that hugged his abs and designer jeans with a jacket.
"Don't you mean I look hot and irr..."
"Okay let's go or else we will lose our flight."
"If you say so then."
"Are you ready wife?" He asked.
"Let's get going then." He said as he took her hands in his.
"Mommy!" A four year old girl barged into a room, her pigtails bouncing up and down."Maheerah, what did I tell you about barging into our room?" Zainab scolded."Mommy am shorry. It's Uncle Abdullah. He refushed to let me watch SpongeBob!"Ismail walked over to Maheerah and scooped her into his arms placing her on his shoulders as she giggled."How about we go out for some ice cream?" He said and she nodded giggling more.He dropped her down and she ran out of the room with full vigour."Maheerah be careful!" Zainab called out."She would be fine." Ismail assured her as he sat behind her snaking his arms round her waist and she shivered.After all those years he still has an effect on her."You've spoiled this girl rotten!" She said rolling her eyes."And she's still my
"Umm Maheerah." He attempted to help her but she held up her hand as she regained her balance. Stubborn tears stung her eyes but she pushed them back, biting unto her lower lip as it quivers."So now I'm Umm Maheerah huh?" She taunts and he looked at her amusedly and she seethed. Does all these sound like a joke to him or something? Well, he must be deranged!"So enlighten me dear husband. When did you plan on telling me about the new love of your life. Just some hours ago we both exchanged 'I love yous' and now you're doing the same with someone else? This is unbelievable!""Amor you need to calm down. Just let me ...""Don't call me amor anymore and don't you dare tell me to calm down. I don't deserve that title cus it's already reserved for someone else right? I can't believe you Ismail! I really can't. After all those years, after everything we have been through. After all the ups and downs. Afte
"What? Innalillahi wainna ilaihi rajiun. Is she okay? Were you contacted?" She threw one question after another."I'm... driving. I'm on my way home." And he hang up. She squeezed her phone in her hand as she muttered several duas under her breath. What should she do? Should she just sit down and wait for his arrival? Should she tell someone? Who would she tell? Ya Allah! How did the day turn out from better to worse? After thirty minutes of pacing to and fro, the bedroom door creaked open, revealing a distraught Ismail. She immediately rushed to him."Ismail how did this happen? Who are the kidnappers? Did they contact you?"He sighed as he sat on an armchair, his hands holding his head."The kidnapper called me. He threatened that if we don't get her married to him in the next 48 hours he would do some unspeakable things to her. He's her ex. He's obsessed with her.""Ya salaam!
It was a miracle that Ismail arrived at the hospital in one piece. All he kept hearing when he was driving like a mad person was "your wife just had an accident. Your wife just had an accident." His wife. His Zainab. Zainab!He quickly walked to the waiting room, just in time to see his in-laws waiting there already. He weakly exchanged pleasantries with them. His own parents and Afrah soon came after. Maheerah was clutching her grandmother's skirt, her eyes brimming with her tears. They all refused to answer her unending questions. Where is her mommy?"Ismail you're supposed to pray for her." Ameer said as he patted his shoulder. Ismail looked at him with bloodshot eyes. He wasn't even aware that he was crying. He sucked in a deep breath before facing his brother in-law."You don't understand how I'm feeling Ameer. She can't leave me. I need her. I need her more than ever. My life will have no meaning if she leave
Everything happens to us for a reason whether we are aware of it or not. We might think of many impossible ways to try and change it and make it 'unhappen' but well...we are not God. We can't turn back the hands of the clock.After the doctor informed them about the loss of Zainab's second child, she has been moved to a room in a female ward. Visitors were not allowed in yet. The doctor is running a test to ensure that she's safe and healthy without any complications. The doctor also explained her injuries. She had obtained a fractured rib, a broken leg and a concussion because her head had badly hit the steering wheel.The news has now spread like a wild fire. His wife was in an accident and she lost her second child. Ismail had to switch off his phone after answering eight calls. He went to the hospital mosque, where he offered two units of rakaats and vehemently prayed for his wife's health.Zainab would be beyo
He woke up after sleeping for nearly an hour. It was time for Zuhr prayer already. "I'll be back my love." He whispered as he cupped her face and kissed her forehead delicately. He headed to the mosque and performed ablution before offering his prayer. He stayed back for some minutes to do some dkirs and nawaafils before going to the waiting room. He met Maama crying profusely whilst Maami tried to console her, tears brimming in her own eyes and he's heart skipped a beat. What had happened to his wife?"Maami what happened? Is Zainab okay?" Maami looked down, her lips trembling."Say something please." He urged. "I think you should go see the doctor Ismail." Maami finally said and he obliged. He dragged his heavy legs to the doctor's office and knocked on the door. He opened the door when he heard a "come in.""Mr Ismail." He offered his hand for a hanshake. "Please, take a seat." He gestured to the two chairs in front of his large oak desk. Ismail sat down and prepared himself for