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— Z A H I R —

. . .

I wake up with only one name in my head; God.

“I thank you, Father, for opening my eyes today,” I whisper under my breath as I get up and face the ceiling of my room, “In the name of thy Son, our Lord Jesus Christ.”

I peel open my eyes again and look at Hoor who is lying beside me. Her cheek is pressed against the soft pillow, a few of her dark and thick locks caressing her face as if hiding it from my gaze.

I can't help but smile and lean in to kiss her forehead. I get up to get ready for the office. Ruffling my hair through the towel in my grip, I come out half-naked.

Glad that she was still asleep, or else she would have made a fuss about it, yelling at me until I was on the other side of the door.

I get ready, dressed in my formal attire. I know she is awake but not saying anything like every time.

Doing my hair, I walk towards her. “Hoor?” I say, clasping the wristwatch around my wrist. I look down at her as she hums, slowly removing the quilt from her fa