All Chapters of Behind A Smile : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

"How could you allow two children - two little children out of your sight and later claim to care about them? What sort of a careless mother are you! Had it been I'm a kidnapper or a ritualist, have you thought of what the repercussions would be? Did you think of what would have happened to these innocent kids? You're lucky. Lucky to have been blessed with kids, but instead of taking care of them, like you should, you take them for granted." He lectured, his brows tightly furrowed. "That little boy over there," he pointed to Jr. "Has been crying for his mother. It took a while, before I could calm him down and this boy, right here," He remarked, referring to Adnan. "He looked so sad and when I asked him what was wrong, he told me he doesn't want to return home. Only Allah knows what torture you and your husband put these innocent kids through. Careless people, such as yourselves, don't deserve to be parents!" The man's words, like sharp knives, tore through Zynah's heart. She felt

The morning sun was hot, extremely hot. The ray of light from the sun, penetrated through the window and shone on Zynah's face. Her brows arched and intuitively, she raised a hand to block the invasion. Her eyes slowly opened, then widened in the next second. She sprung to a sitting position and fumbled around for her phone on the nightstand. Zynah's eyes widened even more, when she saw what the time was. She had gone back to sleep, after fajr prayer. Her head snapped to the side and she discovered Bilal Jr was not lying there anymore. Unlike Adnan, he preferred to stay close to his mother. He was so used to her company, he couldn't stay away, for more than an hour. He was such a clingy little soul. Zynah wasn't complaining though. She loved the attention too. The first thought that crossed her mind, was the possibility of them up to another mischief again, but on a second thought, she believed it was not the case. Not after what happened the previous day. She shook her head. Sh

"I wish you nothing, but the best in life," Ibrahim said, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Be happy, always. More than myself, I wish you all the happiness in this world. I hope you open your heart to a deserving person soon." "Thanks a lot, Ibrahim," Zynah said, smiling bank at him. She was still trying to digest everything he had told her. "I truly appreciate your concern. May Allah make your marriage successful, and bless you both with righteous children. I really can't wait to meet Sumaiya." "You really want to meet her? Are you serious?" Ibrahim asked, raising a brow. "of course I am," Zynah chuckled. "I want to tell her how lucky she is, and that she must take special care of you. I can do that, right?" Ibrahim nodded. "You can do anything, Zynah. You want to meet her, you will meet her soon. I will make it happen very soon. I see you too becoming close friends in the near future." Zynah also nodded. "I can't wait. I'll keep reminding you. Congratulations again. Ma

For the umpteenth time, Zynah's gaze flickered between the the clock hanging on the wall and the door. She had given Adnan the permission to go to Khalid's house but the agreement has been clear. He was to stay there for only two hours. Adnan wouldn't stop begging, she had to give in. The time had passed and he still hadn't returned. Zynah's heart raced, a mix of anxiety and anger swirling within her. After waiting for a few more minutes, she finally decided to go there and fetch him herself. Draped in a long, flowing brown hijab, Zynah paused before the mirror. She took the opportunity to look at her reflection in the mirror. Something she barely did anymore. Since Bilal's death, she had stopped caring about how she looked and all that, but today, for some inexplicable reason, she wanted to look good. She wanted to get a glimpse of the old Zynah. The Zynah who was so vibrant and full of life before she got married. With a careful precision, she adjusted the hijab, and added a

"Don't come out of the car." Zynah instructed, as she pulled over in front of the house and alighted from the car. She rang the doorbell and almost immediately, the gateman opened the door and let her in. "Is Adnan here?" She asked, for confirmation. "Yes, ma'am," he replied immediately. "He has been here since morning. You didn't know?" He asked, his brows furrowing in surprise. "I thought you did." Zynah shook her head. "No, I didn't." "Let me go call him for you," the gateman offered, but Zynah was quick to decline. "Don't bother, I will go and call him myself. Thank you," she said, hurrying up the path to the front door, her footsteps loud. In a minute or so, Aysha opened the door, a smile curling up her lips. "Good morning, Zynah. Please come in." "Good morning, Aysha," Zynah replied, returning the smile. "I'm afraid I can't. Actually, I'm about to go out now. I came to pick Adnan." "Oh! Come in and have a seat, while I go call him for you," Aysha insisted.