"Where is my husband?" Zaahida walked up to Nazmeera and asked. After the commotion that took place before the wedding, she had been keeping an eye on him. She never knew when he would decide to leave. Their marriage wouldn't be able to stop him — she knew. But it was only for the time being. She promised to make him fall head over heels for her, and not only that, she was hellbent on wrapping him around her little finger. He was her husband now. Hers. The thought make her lips stretch into a smile. "He's left already," Nazmeera replied. "He did immediately after the wedding fatiha." Zaahida hissed. "He left? Where did he go to? Why did you allow him leave? Why didn't you stop hi—" "Zaahida!" Nazmeera's high-pitched voice cut her off. She placed a hand on her shoulder. "Calm down. Why are you getting angry now? You've won. Bilal is now yours." Zaahida shrugged Nazmeera's hand away. "I know, but I can't calm down, Nazmeera! I need to know where he is. I'm leaving." "Wait
Bilal's hand balled into a fist. He gritted his teeth in anger. He hated to be reminded of Zaahida. Her name alone was enough to change his whole mood. Hearing his father constantly referring to her as his wife only added to his anger. It was a truth he wasn't ready to accept. Not now or ever. Getting into his car, he slammed the door and sped out of the compound. He didn't know where he was headed, but he needed to get away. To get away from the problems that were weighing him down. He couldn't breathe properly. He knew if he continued to stay that way — in deep thoughts, he would create more problems that weren't even there in the first place. As Bilal drove around aimlessly, his mind suddenly drifted back to Zynah. He wondered where she was. How she would take the news of his marriage. Would she be disappointed? Or happy? Bilal couldn't help but wonder if she still loved him the same way his feelings for her hadn't changed. For a fact, he knew she left because of the way he t
Without thinking twice, he pulled over and alighted from the car. She had turned around and he could see her clearly now. She was indeed his Zynah. He wanted to rush over to her and beg her to return to him, if he must, but seeing her laughing heartily with the a strange man made Bilal ball his fists. • Zynah wanted to pay the kiosk owner his money, but Ibrahim did before she could. "You don't have to do that always, Ibrahim," Zynah politely declined. "I have my own money." "I know," Ibrahim shrugged. "Keep the change." Zynah offered a tired smile. "Thanks, Ibrahim." "Seems Adnan is feeling sleepy," Ibrahim pointed out. "Let me help you. Give him to me." Zynah handed a sleepy Adnan to Ibrahim. "Go ahead, I need to buy something from that store over there. I'll meet you in the car." "Alright," Ibrahim replied, and walked away with a now sleeping Adnan in his arms. Just then, Zynah felt someone grab her arm. At first, she thought it was Ibrahim, but he had ne
Amidst the commotion, the police arrived. Apparently, someone from the crowd had called them. "Stop!" One of the officers ordered, walking towards us in fast paces. "Hands above your head. Musa, hurry, take the victim to the hospital." Ibrahim immediately stopped, and without any form of complaint, did as he was told. Bilal was quickly carried and rushed to a nearby hospital. "Handcuff and take him away!" The same officer ordered. "No, please." Zynah quickly got in front of Ibrahim. "Please don't. He is innocent. He didn't mean to fight back. He was just defending himself. Why don't you ask these people?" She pointed to the bystanders. "Don't get involved, Madam, otherwise we'll be forced to take you along with us to the station." The officer threatened. "I'm already involved. In fact, this all started because of me, so take me instead." "What are you doing?" Ibrahim asked, his voice strained. "Have you lost your mind?" He averted his gaze back to the policemen. "D
Zaahida couldn't stop pacing to and fro in the waiting room. The news of Bilal's condition had her unstable. She had been crying nonstop since she found out he had been hospitalized. Bilal's family were also present at the hospital. His dad, Mr. Idris was sitting on the bench. Nazmeera standing by the wall. It had been over two hours that they had been waiting for the doctor to emerge from the emergency room, but he still hadn't. "Calm, down, Zaahida," Nazmeera approached her, and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "He is going to be fine, if Allah wills." Zaahida gazed at her through her vision which has become blurry. "I don't want to be a widow so soon, Nazmeera," She choked out, her voice a little above a whisper. "Please tell me he'll be fine." "You won't be. Nothing is going to happen to him," Nazmeera reassured. Her gaze averted from Zaahida to Mr. Idris. He was seated on a bench quietly. She wondered what was going on his mind. He was unusually quiet. "Dad,"
Walking into the ward, Zaahida couldn't help, but sob at the condition she met Bilal in. She was told he was seriously beaten, but she never imagined it would indeed be that serious. There was a bandage around his head and arm. The spot next to his eye was red and swollen. His nose, as well as his lips were broken and swollen. With the back of her palm, she wiped her tears, and walked further into the room. Bilal was lying motionless on his bed. The doctor had informed her that he was stable and was only sleeping, but she was finding it hard to believe. "Billy," She sobbed and raised a hand to touch him. She stopped midair for she knew he would never allow her do that if he was awake, but remembering she was now his wife, and she had every right to touch him, she went on to do it. First, she placed her hand on his forehead, feeling his temperature. Her fingers then trailed from his forehead to his eyes, nose, and finally rested on his broken lips. Her heart bled as her fingers ge
Early the next day, as promised, Ibrahim came to pick Zynah up for their meeting with the lawyer handling her divorce case with Bilal. The application had already been submitted to the sharia council. He knocked on the door, and in a few minutes, Hafsa threw open the door, a warm smile plastered on her face. "Good morning, Ma," Ibrahim greeted, bowing his head a little in respect. "Good morning, Son. Please come in, and have a seat while I call Zynah," She ushered. "Hajara," she called for their new housemaid. "Please get him some refreshment from the refrigerator." "Okay, ma," Hajara responded and walked away to get it. Ibrahim was still seated in the living room, waiting patiently for Zynah's arrival, when Rashida walked down the stairs with Adnan. "Uncle Ibrahim! Uncle Ibrahim!" Adnan let go of Rashida's hand and ran towards him with open arms. "Adnan! Don't run!" Rashida shrieked. "Your stitches will loose." "Woah! Easy there!" Ibrahim chuckled, lifting h
Ramlah was reading A Quest For Vengeance on GOODNOVEL by deey_jah when Dr. Muslim's call came through. Since the day Adnan was discharged, they hadn't really spoken with each other. She wondered why he was calling. Perhaps, he dialed her number by mistake. Swiftly clicking on the receive button, she put the phone against her ear. "Assalamu' alaykum," She greeted, and kept quietly afterward, waiting for him to speak up. "Wa'alaykum salaam, Ramlah," his husky voice filled Ramlah's ear, sending chills down her spine. Ramlah puffed out her cheeks before mumbling. "Oh! So he knows I'm the one. Good morning, Doctor!" "Morning. How have you been?" How's everyone else, especially my little boy, Adnan?" "We are all fine, Alhamdulillah," She replied, a frown etching her forehead. Did he call to ask her that? "Adnan is doing perfectly alright. His wounds have almost healed up. He runs around and plays too." "That's good to know," he said. Then silence. No one spoke for about a m