Her eyes blurred, and she wasn't sure if she had heard her father right, or if she did hear him wrong. She had no idea. But as she looked up again and saw the pain in her father's eyes, Zeenah knew that she had heard him right. He wants to marry her off. And she couldn't help but feel helpless, terrible. She had no idea she was hyperventilating until she felt her mum close to her, telling her to breath in and out.
"I think we should adjourn this seating until she's calm enough," Maama said worriedly.
"I think so, too. But we are going to go through with the wedding. I won't sit back and watch my daughter live in pain, live in her past life. Let's just hope that this doesn't crumble her more," her father said.
"I can vouch on the young man. His dad is a very good man and I've never heard of anything bad about the boy. In fact, he had been married once too, and as I explained, he's also closed off about women and relationshi
Three weeks later.She needed time. Time to think, time to plan her next move. She could not bear to go back into a marriage she had no idea how it'll work out.She had spent the recent night wide awake, lying on her large bed, staring at the ceiling. In her mind she replayed the conversation she had with her mum that afternoon. It seems like they'll go ahead with their plans, to them, they are "trying" to help her move forward.But they don't understand. They have no idea that they were trying to destroy her that way. They were trying to make her heart dry, and she hated the husband to be with passion before even having the chance to meet him.What a mess!It was a perfect day, cloudless and warm, and the singing breeze carried a tantalizing mixture of scents of cool air. Zeenah had woken a little bright, after finally coming to a decision on what to do. She had decided
It had never crossed her mind. She had no idea how it happened, neither had she ever imagined it. It came as a shock, a wild sensation trying to eat up her mind and soul.But he was there, sitting before her, in her father's living room, on her father's most cherished chair, looking at her as though a predator had seen its prey.Damn!He was looking at her with the same intensity she was looking at him. It was so hard to believe that he was sitting before her as her fiancee. It feels unreal, and he wasn't sure if he had ever imagined something like this happening.Not for the second time again...She looked so stricken as though she had seen a ghost, but that wasn't what amused him. The fact that she stood right before him, jaw clenched and her lips tightened in suppressed rage was most amusing, and he didn't know when his lips curled up slowly in an amused smile."You're
She was furious beyond comprehension. If she had known he would be the one, then nothing or no one would've forced her to go see him.Damn him! He was so full of himself. As arrogant as a peacock. But a peacock is way better than him, aye? How she hates him!She glared at his back as he left the room and stayed for few more minutes before she also stormed out angrily. She was fuming with rage and couldn't wait to get to her room so she can call Sameerah and rant off her ears. She knew about this, yet she kept quiet and pretended as though she didn't.That witch! She sneered inwardly, still walking towards her room."Sister Zeenah," she heard her name being called and groaned inwardly. Turning swiftly, her eyes locked with her maternal cousin, Maryam.
"So, you knew it was him, right?" She seethed angrily through the phone at Sameerah. "How could you do this to me? At least, you should've given me heads up about this mess! Now, what do you expect me to do with this hard-headed, full-blooded vampire look-alike, Sameerah?"Sameerah sighed deeply, fighting the urge to laugh at the fury in her friend's voice, but at the same time, she was pitying her situation."Listen, at first, I had no idea about all this, not until Inna had called to...""So Inna decided that you should know about my wedding plans and the husband to be but I shouldn't? What a twisted idea!""Woman, would you please calm down and let me explain?" Sameerah snapped exasperatedly."Oh," Zeenah sneered angrily. "Look who's getting exasperated and angry when I should be the one feeling so. You are a daring woman, Sameerah.""Now, you're going
She reread the message all over, even after sending it, it felt quite unreal, as though she had made a terrible mistake by doing that. Perhaps, she really did make a mistake by sending it. She had let her rage blind her from thinking things over before executing anything, if only she had thought of the implication of the message she had sent, then she might have not started in the first place.She sighed deeply, burying her head deep into her knees, her long black her cascading down her knees at thesame time. And she wondered again, for the hundreth time, would things have been different if she hadn't had sex with Abubakar? Or if she hadn't married him after all that? Would things have been different if she'd left him earlier than she did? Maybe she wouldn't have been this broken had it been she'd done that earlier. Or had it been she'd listened to Sameerah. She was a bag of mess, and she knew that without doubts.Should she send another t
"Addah, do you think the red gown would suit us both? I think the red color suits you more, rather than me," Khadija blabbed on, as she was busy unboxing the things she had bought from the market. She had no idea why her sister was reeling with anger when she came back, but she didn't intend to ask the obvious. Why else would she be angry if not the idea of getting married again? Her sister is one of the most stubborn humans she had ever came across."Do you think I should apply makeup today?" She asked unexpectedly. She had no idea why she did, but she definitely plan on making AbdulRasheed regret what he said. She's going to get dressed. She's going to look beautiful. And he's going to drool over how amazing she looks, and then swallow down those filthy words he had said down his freaking throat."Excuse me?" Khadija asked, clearly confused as to what her sister wa
The living room had a natural gleam of its own, mainly because the deep purpled coloured couches adorning the living room, and probably, the man sitting on one of the couches. Abdul-Rasheed was sitting on one of the couches. He was dressed in a white caftan, his hair carefully adorned with a black cap that flatters the dark sideburns by the side of his face and his white caftan.He was tapping away on his phone furiously, mainly because of the anger building up in him because Zeenah had kept him waiting for almost thirty minutes without appearing. He had met Maama and had greeted her, and she had told him that Zeenah would be with him in a few minutes. She had been wrong. It had been twenty-five minutes since she had said that, but Zeenah still hadn't appeared.'Remind me again why I had listened to you when you made me promise to come here, Bashir,' AbdulRasheed typ
Saying she was shocked at his statement was an understatement. Who was she kidding? Had she assumed that everything she had done would forever stay hidden? She must have been very stupid to have thought that way. An unbearable pain pierced through her heart, and she tried so hard to fight the tears welling up in her eyes back. Her chest tightened and she closed her eyes in pain."I don't understand what you are trying to say," she managed to say, her voice gruff with unsaid emotions. "Whatever do you men by that? she asked brusquely though she had every idea of what he was talking about."Oh, that," he shifted to the edge of the couch he was sitting. "I received a mysterious text few hours ago. I have no idea who sent it, but the content was pretty bad, indicating something bad against you.""And you have eve