Zynah tried to swallow the painful lump that stuck in her throat, but failed woefully. She couldn't breathe properly as she continued to speak. "I was so excited when I found out." Her lips lifted in another smile that didn't reach her eyes. "I couldn't wait to tell you. I knew you'd be happy... That was why I kept asking you when you'd return. I didn't want to deliver the good news to you over the phone. I wanted to see your reaction, the excitement on your face when I'd break the news to you. I was surprised when you suddenly showed up at the door a few hours after our phone call. Do you want to know how I found out?" Bilal couldn't respond. He couldn't move. He could do nothing. "I was always alone at home, the neighbor, was the only visitor I used to have. She had visited me just a few minutes before you showed up at the door unexpectedly. Even without saying a word to her, she could tell that I was pregnant, so she advised me to go to a hospital and confirmed it. I was just a
Zynah's breath hitched in her throat, her hand flying over her mouth involuntarily. "How? When..." They had their differences, but she would never wish bad upon him. Especially since he was her son's father. "He isn't in a critical condition." The man gave her the reply to her unasked question. "But he is hurt. We've been asking him questions, but he doesn't seem to talk." Zynah heaved a sigh of relief. "Please who are you?" she inquired. "And where are you?" "I'm a vigilante," He responded. "We were busy in our nightly duty routine when we saw his car collide with the roundabout concrete." "Alright, Sir... Kindly take him to a nearby hospital." It was the most she could do for him. She couldn't leave Adnan all by himself even if she wanted to. "He doesn't want us to help," the man's voice dripped with a mix of anger and frustration. Zynah heaved another sigh. How could he be stubborn even in that situation? "Where exactly did the accident happen, please?" "Cl
"Who the heck is this?" Zaahida's face scrunched up in confusion. "I'm sorry for picking—" "I asked you a question!" Zynah swallowed. "Bilal got into an accident. It's already too late and he won't be able to drive back home today. I just wanted to inform you." "What!" She exclaimed. "Oh no! How did my husband get into an accident? Where is he right now?" Her voice as laced with extreme worry. "Is he alright? I want to speak to him, please." "Don't worry," Zynah replied. "He isn't badly hurt. He will go home tomorrow by Allah's grace." "And who are you to tell me when 'my husband' is going to be coming home?" Zaahida scoffed. "Who are you?!" Zynah was about to reply, but before she could, Bilal beat her to it. "Give me the phone, Zynah." Hearing his voice, Zaahida's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. She couldn't believe her eyes. Zynah? Bilal? That late? In the same house? "I will be back tomorrow," Was all Bilal said to her before ending the call.
Zynah was still in the living room, pondering over the things Bilal had disclosed to her the previous night, when she heard the sound of the gate opening. "Why is he back?" She hissed and went to the window to take a peep. To her surprise, it wasn't Bilal's car. It was Mrs. Hafsa's. "Why are they back so early?" She wondered as she walked out of the house to welcome them. Immediately after Mrs. Hafsa and Ramlah hopped out of the car, Zynah moved forward, ready to approach them, but stopped abruptly in her tracks when the back door swung open, and Rashida came into view, her usual composed demeanor etched with grief. A tide of heat flooded her face, her eyes narrowing. Zynah's hands balled into fists as she looked at her. In that moment, she didn't pity her anymore. The pity had vanished a while ago. All she felt was fury. Standing before her was the person she considered her sister who'd gone behind her back to destroy her life. Why? Simply because she was a bitter and jealous per
In the midst of packing her stuff, Ramlah rushed into the room, standing in front of her, her face etched with concern. "Please, just take a minute to think this over, sis. Hasty decisions are always dangerous." Zynah shook her head. "I will have to leave sooner or later, so it doesn't matter when I do." She gently pushed her out of her way and continued folding her clothes into her suitcase. "Don't worry about me, Ramlah." "What did Ya Rashida do to you? Please tell me, sis." Ramlah beseeched, her voice trembling. "She told horrible lies to Bilal about me - that I was cheating on him, and a bunch of contemptible lies." Ramlah's hand flew over her mouth. "Are you sure? Who told you?" Zynah scoffed, ignoring Ramlah's questions. "Do you want to know the exact 'contemptible lies' she told him about me?" she hummed. "She told him that I aborted a child. Can you imagine? What have I ever done to her to deserve such treatment from her? I loved her like a big sister, and even t
Zynah couldn't believe her ears - Adnan wouldn't be going with her? She couldn't imagine herself going anywhere without him. It wasn't even possible. She had left him before and up till that moment, she was still regretting her action. Leaving him once again was something she promised herself never to do again. "I'm sorry, Mum, but I don't understand what you're saying. I'm not leaving with my son?" She asked, her voice trembling slightly. "Mum, please don't do this," Ramlah intervened, placing a hand on Zynah's shoulder in a silent show of support. "Adnan, go to your room." Mrs Hafsa ordered. Then, she averted her gaze from him to Zynah. "You can leave now if you want, but I won't allow you take Adnan." Adnan, sensing the tension, wrapped his tiny arms around Zynah's leg, refusing to move an inch. "Are you traveling again?" He asked, looking up at her with his big, brown eyes filled with confusion and sadness. "Please take me with you." Zynah swallowed a lump in her
Without wasting much time, Bilal changed into a white jallabiya and hurried out of the room. He walked past Zaahida's room, but suddenly halted in his tracks. His gaze lingered on her door for seconds, a strange mix of emotions swirling in him. He didn't want Zynah to be angry by her presence, and at the same time, he wanted to inform Zaahida. For her to be prepared to welcome Zynah with open arms. Finally, he knocked on the door. Almost immediately he did, the door creaked open, and a sad Zaahida came into view. Due to how red and puffy her eyes looked, Bilal could tell she had been crying. He instantly felt a little bad for the way he had been treating her. She'd been trying her best to be on his good sides. She didn't deserve to suffer. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, the words heavy on his tongue. For the second time in less than twenty four hours, he'd apologized to her. Zaahida's lips curved into a smile and her eyes shimmered with joy. "Are you going to have breakfast now?" Sh
Angrily, Ramlah stormed into Rashida's room with the intention of confronting her for the terrible thing she did to their sister. But on getting into the room, she met Rashida seated on the floor - at the foot of the bed crying. She cleared her throat, making her presence known. Immediately after Rashida felt her presence above her figure, she wiped her tears and raised her gaze. "Please leave the room, Ramlah. I want to be alone." "I came here to talk to you regarding what you did to Ya Zynah. That was very wrong of you and believe me, if she curses you, it's definitely going to affect you, because she has been oppressed by you. Why would you do something like that to her? What has she ever done to you, apart from being nice?" She questioned, her voice laced with anger. "It's none of your business, so kindly stay out of this." She wiped a lone tear that suddenly escaped her right eye. "You're both my sisters - my older sisters, so I have the right to interfere. I respec