F A R A HAustin's face turns to that of confusion the way he notices the frown on Jawad's face. Jawad keeps pulling me closer to him which made me feel uncomfortable."Oh Nice to meet you, I'm Austin," he said extending his hands. Jawad eyed him up and down before he shook it."I'm Jawad." He stated roughly. "Wifey we need to check out the other section so-" before I could even say goodbye to Austin, Jawad pulled me along disappearing to one corner."Seriously Jawad, what's that suppose to mean?" I was beyond pissed."What?" He said as if he doesn't know what I'm talking about."I was talking to him and you came and interrupt us, you didn't even let me say goodbye." I placed my hands on my hip waiting for him to answer my question."Who is he?" He asked staring at me with some sort of emotion that I couldn't decipher."Just an old friend, you have a problem with that?" I ushered back. Taking a slow step towards me, he placed his one hand on the wall beside me, placing the other on my
F A R A HIt's been four days since the departure of Jawad. Myrah and Khalid also left early in the morning and now I'm left alone with Aunt Fatima in the house. Being away from him made me realize how deep I fell for my husband. I feel empty and lonely. Taking my phone from the Nightstand, I stared at Jawad's name across the screen. He called me once and that is the day of his departure and since that day he didn't call.Farah just call him, he's your husband.Inhaling a sharp breath, I pressed the call button. I sigh in disappointment when I heard his line was off.I hope all is well.Ya Allah protect my husband wherever he is.My phone vibrated indicating it's time for prayers. I perform Wudu without wasting any more time.I prayed to Allah to protect my husband.Stepping downstairs, I spot aunt Fatima busy in the kitchen. Masha Allah Aunt Fatima is a hard-working woman. How I wish she had a daughter or a son."Why are you standing there Farah come sit, the food is almost done." Sh
J A W A D"Mr. Jawad, as you can see to transport the products through the sea will be a little bit expensive and it will take a long time before it arrives at the destination." One of my project partner said"Mr. Phillips, I think this is the best way to transport the good, and last time I checked the money is not going to come out of your pocket. My decision is final." With that being said I walked out of the office leaving a stunned Phillips staring in space. Who is he to tell me what to do, I'm the boss.My door made a click sound indicating the door is open. I dropped my suit on the leather couch, slouching myself on it. As usual, I find myself thinking about Farah. My mind had been consumed with her thought, I can't seem to get her out of my mind. I don't know when or how that happens but ever since our trip to Dubai, I find myself getting closer to her, whenever she's close to me I feel something ignite in me like I want her to stay close to me forever. She looks so innocent ev
J A W A DI stared at my wife's small frame looking pale on the hospital bed. The doctor told us she's in coma, and they don't know the specific time she's waking up. I feel hurt and lonely inside. Is this what it feels to care about someone deeply, someone who you hurt by your selfish reason. This is all my fault, I shouldn't have treated her badly and now.Taking her cold hand in mine, I rub circle on it. "Farah, I know it's of no use saying this but I need to get it out of my head." A lump forms in my throat. This is not what I wished to happen."I'm so sorry for what I did to you in the past, I was blind by my selfishness, I didn't realize I've been chasing away a good and innocent woman." Holding her hands to my cheek I whispered. "Please Farah wake up and punish me for all the hurtful words and harsh treatment, Farah please don't leave me, I need to earn your forgiveness.""I'm sorry Farah""Please wake up Farah." I felt someone touch my shoulder. Turning I came face to face wi
J A W A D"We decided that when Farah wakes up she will recuperate at her parent's house" It feels like I've been splashed with a bucket of water, I couldn't believe my ears."Mom, what are you saying? I can take care of her at home" "Yes you had me right, we've already discussed this and we think it's the right thing to do." She stated as if it's nothing big.As if she doesn't care about what we're going through."I love her Mom, how can you say that" I muttered the last part, the word sounding heavy on my lips."You don't love her, you pity her that's just it."I turned to Farah's mom whose face shows disappointment. "Aunt please don't separate me from Farah, I really love her." She kept her face down without saying anything.I stared at them dumbfounded, why is everything turning against me. Is this the punishment for my mistake?.But I don't want separating from her to be my punishment.Ya Allah."Sooner or later you have to come to a decision" Mom utters once again. "And you kno
J A W A D"Don't touch me." She said. It took me some minutes to register what I just heard her say. I access her face for any form of joke but found none."Farah, don't you recognize me? It Jawad your hus.." I tried saying but she cut me off."I know who you are and I will like it if you will leave, I don't want to see your face." She spitted. This is not the Farah I know.Something must be definitely wrong with her."Mom, let's call the doctor to check her up this is not my Farah," I uttered once again, looking at my mom in disbelief."Nothing is wrong with her Jawad, didn't you hear what she said, she wants you to leave," Yasmin answered in place of mom, hatred clearly written on her face. I turned to Farah again in the hope that she will say something but, she turned her back to me, which hurt me greatly.Not knowing what to do, I find myself slouching down outside the room. I rest my hands on my head.You screw up badly Jawad.Maybe she's stress up that is why she said that to y
F A R A HA moment of silence fell on me as I gaze at the window glass but my mind is purely occupied on something else. I heard my sister's voice, turning my head away for a moment, I glanced towards her, a look of anger flickers across her face."Sis Farah, you're still at the same position I left you in." She said placing both her hands on her hips.For some reason, gazing at the window like this made my mind off things. It's been a week since I've been discharged from the hospital and I must say Mom and Yasmin made sure they took care of me."Sis can you cheer up a little bit, I don't like seeing you like this, it pains me." She ushered sitting on the bed. "I know ja.." "Don't!" I cut her off. Just hearing his name pisses me off. Thinking about the past, I was such a fool in thinking maybe he will change. Maybe we will leave a happy married life but I guess I'm wrong Jawad will never change.The buzz of my phone brought me back from my thoughts. "It's yours," Yasmin muttered fro
F A R A H My mind was preoccupied with what mom said.Am I ready to go back to him? Don't be silly Farah, he's your husband. my inner mind tells me. I wrapped a hijab on my head, I need to cool off my mind. My legs are now better I have nothing to worry about."Mom I will be right back, I'm going to take a walk," I shouted enough for her to hear, as she's in the kitchen."Okay take care of yourself" she answered back. I inhale a sharp breath feeling the cool breeze. Finally, I've been out after staying at home for a while. I sat down on the empty bench letting a smile out of my lips. As I glance up to the sky, I close my eyes feeling some sort of relief. I felt a presence beside me, turning my face, my eyes met with Jawad. First time seeing him after the incident at the hospital. His face looks different with more stubble laid on his jaw, wrinkles under his eyes. he looked so pale. I stand up immediately realizing what I'm doing. I started walking towards the direction of Allah k