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.

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

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

If life was ever going to be fair to her, Zeenah thought as she arranged her clothes in her closet, then life wouldn't have possibly thrown marraige at her one more time.It was a bright Tuesday morning, two weeks since he had last visited, but the anger and fear at the prospect of marrying him still etched at her. Nothing Maama had said had calmed her down, and nothing she had said had made her visited her therapist. Not even Khadija, had managed to convince her to do so.But she appreciates how her sister doesn't force her into talking about things. Khadija hardly brought up anything regarding her marraige with Abubakar, or the forthcoming marraige with AbdulRasheed anymore. Maybe, she had learned to let her heal at her own pace.'All they do is lie to me," she thought angrily over the days she had spent wrapped up in her room. 'They keep saying I'm not damaged, that I'll be okay. But all were lies, I'm neve

It was a gamble, and he knew it quite alright, but he was still willing to go for it. A contract marriage wouldn't hurt, right? She'll definitely not mind being married to him for a few months, and they can terminate the marriage on the basis that nothing is working for them. That nothing actually makes enough sense for them to remain with each other. Perhaps, their parent's might let go of the notion that they belong to each other, that maybe, just maybe they might compliment each other. He knew they wouldn't, that nothing about them was as simple as their parents had assumed. He for sure would never fall in love with her. If she falls for him, that's her own problem, but he wasn't going to fall for her. Most definitely. He sighed and leaned his head back onto the couch he was sitting. His face was grim with satisfaction because he was sure, so sure that Zeenah was