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Immediately Bilal's gaze met Zynah's, he shoved Zaahida away, almost reflexively, and wiped his mouth with the back of his palm. Before he could find his voice and say something, Zaahida beat him to it. "Oops..." She drawled, her voice dripping with feigned embarrassment. "I'm sorry you had to see that. We couldn't wait to—" Zynah cut her off, her voice as cold as ice. "It doesn't concern me," She deadpanned, then turned to leave. Bilal, taken aback by her reaction lunged forward, his hand grasping her arm in a desperate attempt to stop her from leaving. But Zynah wasn't having it. She peeled his hand off her, and headed straight to the kitchen. "Bil—" "Hey!" He barked, pointing an accusative finger at her. "Don't you ever pull a stunt like that ever again." He warned. "The next time you do it, there's going to be a price to pay." Undeterred, she met his gaze. "And why not?" She asked, raising a brow. "In case you've forgotten, I'm your wife and Allah will hold you
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In as much as Zynah wanted to keep being in denial of his genuine feelings towards her, she knew she would only be lying and deceiving herself. She had been doing it for far too long now, she couldn't keep up with it anymore. But did she still love him? She strongly doubted it. Not after everything he put her through. Tears prickled her eyes as she recalled the good old times when they used to be so in love with each other. She had been so willing to do anything and everything just to make him happy. She had given him everything — her heart, her soul, her life. She didn't even realize she was lost in a trance, until she felt Bilal's warm palms on her cheeks, caressing her soft, flawless skin. She had already began to forget the feel of his touch. It was a reminder of what they had lost. "I will love you forever, even in the hereafter. I promise never to hurt you ever again, Zynah." He vowed, his eyes holding nothing but sincerity. "You have my words. I just want you to give me a
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Throughout the night, Zynah couldn't sleep. She kept tossing and turning. Her mind had been constantly railing over Bilal's words. What did he mean by making the statement: let's make unforgettable memories? She swallowed as a wave of paranoia washed over her. The ethereal call to dawn prayer broke her out of her trance. Her gaze softened as it landed on Adnan, who was peacefully sleeping beside her on the bed. She planted a tender kiss on the forehead, before getting out of bed and sauntering to the bathroom to perform her ablution. Emerging from the bathroom, she put on her hijab, spread the prayer mat and began to offer her prayers. With the prayer completed, she took the holy Qur'an and began to recite suratul yasin. As the final verse echoed in the room, she lifted her hands in supplication. Her heart poured out in earnest prayers for the prophet, peace and blessings upon him, for her family, including Bilal, then finally, for the ummah at large. • Bilal returned fro
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"Zaahida..." Bilal's voice trailed. He couldn't bring himself to form a coherent sentence.The scene before him was terrifying. Another cruel smirk twisted Zaahida's lips as she tightened her grip on the knife. "Too bad you're going to witness 'the love of your life' die." She emphasized, her voice as sharp as the knife she was holding. Tears rolled down the sides of Zynah's face - Zaahida was acting like a total psychopath. It scared her, but she was even more scared for Adnan. She silently prayed for him to remain sleeping in the room. "Zaahida..." Bilal called again. "Let's talk about this, okay? You're acting like a lunatic right now. Drop that knife, let's talk!" "There's nothing to talk about," She boomed, her voice echoing across the room. "You've already made my stand in your life clear to me, all because of this nuisance! I'm going to kill her today. You can kill me afterwards, I don't care. In fact, I'll be happy that none of us will have you. Since she's decided
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Disbelief washed over Zaahida. "No...no...no." She frantically shook her head as if to dispel a nightmare. This couldn't be real. She had to be hallucinating. "In the next thirty minutes, I want you out of this house. Do make me drag you out," He spat, then turned and walked out of the kitchen. Zynah's heart ached for Zaahida. The sight of her distress was almost unbearable. She knew that wasn't supposed to feel sorry for the person who wanted to take her life, but thinking about it rationally, she realized that Zaahida did everything out of the enormous love she had for Bilal. She only wanted to be loved in return. She felt it was extremely unfair of Bilal to divorce her. A part of her wanted to comfort Zaahida, to tell her that it was for the best, but she knew it'd be futile. Zaahida would only see her as an excited rival who'd finally gotten her longtime wish. Zaahida glared at Zynah, her eyes red and puffy from crying so much. "This is all your fault, you witch!" she
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With shaky hands, Zaahida brought the phone to her ear. "Naz...Nazmeera." Her voice cracked mid sentence. "Oh my God!" Nazmeera exclaimed. "What's wrong, Zaahida? Why do you sound like you've been crying?" "Bilal..Bilal," she managed to choke out. Nazmeera's voice sharpened. "What happened to him? What the hell have you done to my brother?" Because Zaahida wasn't in the right frame of mind, she chose to ignore Nazmeera's accusation. "He... He divorced me, Nazmeera, Bilal has divorced me," She said, bursting into sobs. "What?" Nazmeera's voice was laced with shock. "Please calm down and explain to me in a way I will understand. Why did he divorce you? You must have done something extreme that triggered him to do it. What did you do?" "It's all that witch's fault!" Zaahida cried. "But this isn't the end, Nazmeera. She hasn't seen the worst of me yet. I'll destroy her life in ways she will never be able to comprehend. I will make her question her existence. I will—"
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Zynah sat tensely in the living room, her gaze fixed on the front door, awaiting Bilal's arrival for their hospital visit. The silence was shattered when Zaahida dashed out of the house with nothing, but car keys clutched in her hand. Zynah was surprised. She had anticipated a dramatic exit, but not this abrupt departure. Not after she had sworn not to leave the house without putting on a fight. She shrugged her shoulders, spurning the thought from her mind. Bilal entered, clad in a white jallabiya, with Adnan trailing behind. "Are you sure you want to come along?" He asked for the umpteenth time. Zynah simply nodded in response, her determination unwavering. "Alright then," he heaved a deep sigh. "Let's go?" She nodded again. "Are we going to granny's?" Adnan suddenly asked. "No, son," Bilal replied and paused for some seconds, thinking of what to tell him. "We're going for a drive," a reassuring smile accompanied his words. "Really, Daddy?" "Yes, champ." He
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Bilal maneuvered to where his car was parked. He fumbled for the handle, his movement jerky. Once inside, he slumped into the driver's seat, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. His palms were slick with sweat and his heart continued to race in his chest. Up until the moment, he still couldn't bring himself to believe that his father would actually go ahead with his threat to disown him. Bilal had always thought he always only used it as a weapon to get him to do whatever he wanted, but apparently not. Mr. idris hadn't exactly been a good father to Bilal by only providing him with material things. What he needed ever since he was just a child was his father's undivided attention and unconditional love. Bilal had yearned to get the love of a mother, who he wasn't opportune to meet, in his father. He has always wanted someone he could go to for advice but Mr. Idris had never been available. Although he hadn't been the ideal father to him, Bilal was contented with the fact that he
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