"Adnan! Adnan!!" Zynah yelled, racing down the stairs. She couldn't bring herself to calm down even for a split second. Her thoughts kept drifting to many possibilities. What if Bilal had taken him to get back at her? She checked every nook and corners of the living room, but couldn't find him. She climbed up the stairs again and headed to the room she used to share with Ramlah and Rashida. Without knocking, she pushed open the door and barged in, startling Rashida who was seated on a stool in front of the mirror. "Are you out of your mind?" Rashida yelled, placing a protective hand on her bump. "What was that for? Is it your plan to harm my baby?" Breathlessly, she asked. "Where is Adnan?" "Adnan is missing?" Ramlah asked, emerging from the bathroom. "Are you sure? Have you checked the room properly? He might be there somewhere." "He's not! I have checked the room thoroughly, he isn't there. If he isn't here as well, someone must have taken him!" "So you're insinuati
"In sha Allah, he will be fine." Hafsa reassured, placing a hand on Zynah's shoulder. "How could I be so reckless, not to notice he has been sick? What type of a mother am I!" Zynah asked, her eyes glossy. "I should have known." "Quit blaming yourself. With all the things that have been happening lately, it's only natural you didn't notice his health deteriorating." "Sis, I called Ibrahim earlier. He is on his way here." Ramlah informed. "Why did you call him?" Zynah threw her hands up in frustration. "I don't want to bother him more than I already have." "I just had to. If he finds out we hid this from him, he might be offended. I'm sorry," Ramlah apologized. "It's fine," Zynah replied in a low-pitched voice. Just then, Ibrahim appeared, jogging towards them in the waiting room. His gaze fixated on Zynah for a few seconds, before darting to Hafsa. "Good evening, ma." He greeted, bowing his head a little in respect. Hafsa nodded her head in response, and walked aw
Immediately Ramlah got out of their sights, she heaved a sigh and shook her head in disbelief. "The nerve of that man!" She seethed. After everything he did to her sister, he still had the guts to show his face to her and misbehave - she rolled her eyes. Had it been her in her sister's shoes, she wouldn't have tolerated any of his attitude. Sometimes, the way Zynah tended to give him a listening ear annoyed her. He didn't deserve any of that. She, for one, would never believed he'd ever be able to turn a new leaf. • Even after Bilal had left the hospital, Zynah couldn't stop pondering on the things he said. He had refused to spill the beans to her. He insisted that she should ask Rashida herself if she was that curious. Her sister said despicable things about her? But what? Zynah shook her head, an attempt to push the thought to the back of her head. But it was in vain. For some inexplicable reason, she felt very uneasy. She wouldn't be able to rest easy until the truth had
Despite being angry at Rashida for what she'd done to her, Zynah couldn't help but worry about her. Rashida was in so much pain when she was rushed to the hospital. Zynah wanted to go with them, but she decided to stay back. Not out of spite, but because she didn't want to go where she was not wanted. Rashida had shown her nothing but vivid hatred. She felt it was pointless trying to act like everything was alright between the both of them. But still, she hadn't stopped praying for her safety, as well as the child's. Zynah's mind then drifted to Ibrahim. After what had transpired between them the previous night, she felt bad for the way she asked him to leave. She had completely forgotten to call him. She sent him away when he only showed up because he was concerned. She sighed, dialing his number. The best she could do was apologize to him, and make him understand why she had to do what she did at that moment. Ibrahim picked up at the third ring, but didn't say anything. "He
Bilal didn't bother to knock before walking into the house. Zaahida was waiting for him in the sitting room. Immediately he walked in, she walked up to him, her hands folded on her hips. "I was so worried when I returned and didn't see you . Where did you go?" Bilal shot her a death glare. "It's none of your business, Zaahida. Please don't provoke me now." "Alright, I won't ask you again if you don't want to tell me," She said, raising her hands in surrender. "I have arranged the room we will be sleeping in." Bilal looked at her as if she'd just grown horns. "I'm not sleeping in the same room with you. This room has two rooms. Pick one, and I'll take the other." "Come on, Billy," she drawled in a singsong voice. "We are married now," she pursed her lips. "It's only ideal that we sleep in the same room." Scoffing, Bilal untangled his arm from hers and began to walk away. Zaahida puffed out her cheeks as she watched him leave. She was making every effort to win him
"Who the hell were you speaking to, on phone just now?!" He asked, his voice laced with fury and distrust. She flinched at the tone of his voice, the phone clattering to the floor. Her lips quivered in a violent manner and her body began to tremble tremendously, like someone drenched in rain and had caught a cold. "I... I'm -" she attempted to explain herself, but was caught off by a resounding slap on her left cheek. Pain surged into her body from the impact of the monstrous contact against her cheek. Even without seeing it, she knew his palm would have definitely left its ugly print on her.She mustered all the patience she could and stopped herself from retaliating or even shedding a tear in his presence. He was not worth her tears at all, but in another viewpoint, she couldn't blame him for the way he was currently treating her. It was all her fault. She caused everything upon herself. If only she knew the type of a person he was...If only she could turn back the hands of tim
Consciousness flickered back, a slow tide pushing against the darkness. She was still lying where she had passed out. Wincing, Zynah pushed herself upright, her whole body aching. As she began to maneuver to their room—their room? Why was she even sharing a room with the monster? Why couldn't she muster the courage to escape from the house and his life for good? A butter laugh escaped her lips. The answer was simple — she had nowhere else to go. As cruel as he was to her, he was the only person who considered her family in the whole world. She had no one else to run to for help. With a shaky hand, Zynah grasped the doorknob and twisted it as gently as she could, revealing her supposed husband in bed. The brightness of his phone screen shone on his face. He didn't look up from his phone, oblivious of her return. She heaved a small sigh of relief for it was exactly what she wanted and needed— invisibility. This way, she wouldn't have to deal with his condescension, even if it would be
The day broke faster than Zynah had anticipated. She was awakened by the relentless call to prayer. Stretching, she rose, her whole body still aching. The bathroom offered her a moment of solace as she performed her ablution. . Emerging from the bathroom, her gaze landed on Bilal who was still comfortably sleeping in the bed and snoring lightly. Waking him for prayer was a gamble. She dared not for she knew what the outcome of her action would be and she wasn't prepared to face it yet — the day had only just begun. Bilal was the type of person who didn't like his sleep to be disturbed. He would probably get up like a wounded lion ready to pounce on his prey. Breathing profoundly, Zynah retrieved her prayer mat from the top of her bookshelf, where she always put it. Facing the Qibla, she spread it neatly on the floor and began her Fajr prayer. Each movement, each whispered supplication, was a plea for strength, for guidance. After she had finished praying, she remained on the mat, pou