The atmosphere remained awkward and pensive throughout the day and into the night. The once beautiful habitual ritual of the family to eat together as they broke their fast was almost suffocating to an extent that most of the food was left untouched.
Hamdan was the most silent of them all. His heart had suffered a blow which was still unbelievable to him. What was the best way for a man to react to all the bombs he was attacked with without any warning?
He ignored his family members and watched his wife eat. She, was miraculously thee only other person who ate without a care about the tension I the air apart from Hafsa. Umar watched his wife enjoy her meals as though it was just another ordinary day.
The awkwardness did not deter the family from praying together however. The night prayers and the Tarawih were led by the man of the house as usual. It was enough to lighten the mood for some few minutes.
By the time it was all over, every membe
The other couple’s state was even worse. Umar kept pacing up and down trying very hard to suppress his anger but the image of his care free wife kept fueling his rage. Finally Hafsa got tired of her husband’s pacing.“Can you please stop pacing up and down and chill? You are making me feel dizzy, “She said now expressing her irritation openly. Umar looked back at his wife with rage in his. “When will you stop making your children’s life hard? Aren’t you tired of interfering with Hamdan and Humeyra’s life?”The moment Hafsa heard Humeyra’s name, her initially amused eyes turned cold as she straightened her back. “You are not allowed to say her name in this room. I thought you knew that already. Just so you know, I thoroughly enjoyed causing discord between them. “Hafsa laughed like a maniac as she imagined the shocked face of the little witch.She was brought out of her sadistic
30 YEARS AGOThe day was bright and colorful more than any other day. Flowers have bloomed and the sweet scent of the nectar from varies types of flowers attracted thousands of butterflies. The gardens were not only colorful but also had a very relaxing atmosphere.In the middle of such a scene, two beautiful girls were having a picnic. Just one look and any stranger could deduce that the two were best friends. Hafsa laid on the picnic mat playing on her phone while her friend Ramlah was busy sketching on her drawing pad.Ramlah had her head phone in place, listening to her favorite recitations by sheikh Abdullah matroud .she was too deep into her sketching until the squealing voice of her friend drew her attention.“Hey, girl. Come check this out. Just found a pair of hot brothers. “The excitement was evident in her voice. This piqued Ramlah's interest.She paused the playing Recitation and moved closer to her fr
Umar was hooked onto Ramlah from the start. Ever since that first accidental encounter he made it his mission to court her with the intention of marriage.This did not go unnoticed by Hafsa who for some reason wanted to have everything that belongs to her friend. Ramlah was used to giving more than she received. It was an automatic habit that came with growing up in the orphanage.However, for the first time, she desired to have something or rather someone to herself. In the beginning Umar was the sweetest man as he courted her. He would buy her sweets and chocolates and deliver them to her at school every day.Sometimes,he would compose beautiful poems and send them to her accompanied by a romantic love letter. Being a man from a wealthy background he had all the resources to seduce an innocent18 year old.The man went to an extent of serenading her and it all worked against Ramlah. She fell deeper every day until it reached a p
THE EVIL PLOTRamlah almost fell over from where she stood listening to the two talk. She held on to the pole and placed her hand over her mouth to prevent the gasp from escaping her mouth.She had trustedthat back stabbing witch for three years.The more she listened,the more the bile in her stomach rose. She moved away from the tent and walked out of the place.The two were unaware of their schemes being discovered as they left the restaurant to go and indulge their desires. Ramlah walked into her room at the orphanage in a daze as Hafsa's venomous voice echoed in her brain.“I want you to take away what she is most proud of. Take away her virginity. Convince her. I don’t know how you will do it but just do it. That would be my ultimate pleasure ".This words played in her mind repeatedly.If she had known how much the girl she gave up every man who showed interest in her was scheming against her, she
Ramlah smirked beneath her veil. I got you where I want you. Let the game continue. Ramlah helped the man wash his hands while Umar watched in a daze as the girl poured water for him.This was the first time any girl other than the maids at home had done this for him. His eyes followed Ramlah's actions as she set the bowl aside and placed a plate of Biryani with salad before him.“Let’s eat up love." He heard. This was also the first time she called his name using an endearment. He swallowed hard feeling his heart skip a beat to her sweet voice. He silently took the plate and they both started eating.The first taste he put into his mouth was enough to him moan in pleasure. The different savory taste of the spices and ingredients used blended perfectly making the rice taste delicious and extraordinary.He swallowed the food after a few seconds of chewing and opened his mouth to talk.“You cooked this by yourself?" He e
WARNING.SLIGHT SMUTUmar swallowed hard once more. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down in anticipation as he nodded. Ibrahim on the other hand felt a mixture of pain and disbelief spread in his head. The disappointment was evident in his eyes as he kept looking at the girl he had admired for all this time.Ramlah and Umar were unaware of the audience they had. If Ramlah knew that someone was watching her sinful seductive moves, she would have prayed for the earth to open and swallow her whole out of embarrassment.But ignorance is bliss.She proceeded with her plans. The beauty stood up and seductively started unbuttoning her lose Abaya. The more buttons she opened, the clearer her hour glass figure was. She finally opened the last button painfully slow for both Ibrahim and Umar and let the cloth fall to her feet.Her slender but curvy body was in full display for both men to lust over. She was not done just yet. She slowly but se
Ibrahim who was initially furious at what he witnessed felt cold sweat cover his chest. Wow! Such a turn of event. He had witnessed Ramlah's theatrical act of seducing her friend.He knew for a fact that he would have fallen for the trap as well. I mean, who could resist such an inhuman siren. He had felt aroused watching her dominate his friend.He had listened through every dirty confession his friend had made.But he never in his wildest dream, thought that the romantic night would end in such a comical way. Wow! His lady was in deed principled.He had doubted her the moment she started unbuttoning her abaya but now, he felt a certain fear crawl in his heart.It was a lesson he learnt as he witnessed it firsthand. His friend must be feeling humiliated and heartbroken.Though it started as a game for him, Ibrahim knew for a fact that Umar had fallen for Ramlah somewhere in between.This was because his friend hardly talks ab
Umar was brought back to the present by his wife's caressing hands. Hafsa looked at the man she have loved for more than thirty years of her life.Though she was selfish and driven by her emotions, he was her greatest weakness.Umar looked at Hafsa through his wet lashes. This wife of his has never changed. She was still the same girl who coaxed him to commit such a crime against his heart. Though he never loved her half as much as he loved Ramlah, his was not immune to her charms.He watched her softly wipe his tears away. His gaze fell on her swollen cheeks as he looked upon her red face with remorse in his eyes. He loved her. No matter what crime she committed inthe past and what crime she would commit in the future, he was forever doomed to support her.“I am sorry love for raising my hands against you. Forgive your husband beloved. Your taunting got to me and I had nowhere else to vent. It is no excuse though for why I raise