F A R A H
I woke with a neck pain due to uncomfortable position I slept in. checking the time on my phone showing 7:00am I miss fajr prayer.I made my way towards the bathroom, glancing at the now empty bed. Last night event ran through my mind. I felt something warm dropping from my eyes, I wiped it off not wanting to remember his words but my mind keep recalling it.This marriage means nothing to meAfter spending almost fifteen minute sitting on one position, I managed to take my bathe. I felt much better; I prayed salatul fajr which I missed.I went down to greet my in-laws, aunt Khadija and uncle Abdallah are seated across each other while Jawad is seated in one of the chairs beside uncle. His face shows nothing just blank.“Good morning aunt”“Good morning Uncle” I greeted them trekking to the dinning.“Morning Farah, you can call me Mom, get sited” she said.I glance at jawad whose eyes is on me indicating me to act normal like he cares.“Here” Aunt placed two toasted bread with scrambled egg on a clean plate, pushing it to my side.We ate breakfast quietly, without much conversation. I took the plates to the kitchen, even though Aunt insist I leave it the maids will take it but I still insist. The kitchen is very big; it’s even bigger than my room.After helping the maid Ms Fatima, from what Aunt Khadija told me, that she had been working for them for so long, she doesn't have a child and her husband passed away 2years ago. The moment I met the woman i like her.Washing my hands, i went up to our room, I'm not sure if i should call it our room after what Jawad confessed yesterday. He was seated on his bed as he claimed With his laptop, even though we've been given 1week off work but he's still working. I rolled my eyes walking to the closet taking out a simple dress, I was just about to enter the bathroom when his voice resonate to my ear.“Mom and dad are leaving today” he stated without looking up. I felt my heart radiate in my chest.“Okay” I mutteredClosing the bathroom door behind me, I watched my reflection in the mirror Aunt and uncle are leaving which means we will be left alone in the house, Me and him.As I changed out of my clothes into a new one, Jawad is nowhere to be seen. As if Speaking of him, he popped his head through the door making my heart skips a bit.“Come down mom and dad are leaving” just one sentence and he closed the door leaving me to my thoughts.After bidding them farewell I felt alone. I wished they stayed for a while but uncle has some work so they can't stay longer.**I was sitting in the living having nothing to do, and jawad was busy with work. He's such a workaholic. My mind wandered to all the event, should I have not agreed to this marriage, even after hearing jawad bitter confession, I still had hope. Even if he had his reason for which I didn't know about, he will at least respect me, or maybe that is what I think. I tried assuring myself that it's too early to regret my decision. We just got married yesterday. I made my way to the kitchen to help Aunt Fatima so that I can take off my mind from unnecessary thinking but upon reaching the kitchen Aunt was already through with her work, the remaining work is to just wash the plates that was being used in the morning.“Aunt Fatima let me help” I began readjusting my veil.“No it's okay Farah, I'm almost through, the plates are not much.” she explained offering me a smile.“I insist, besides I love working in the kitchen” a smile made it way out of my lips, remembering how I used to help mom during the weekends while Yasmin will be either watching movies or doing something else. I really miss them.“Farah” I heard Aunt faint voice, getting me out of my trance.“Yes Aunt, please let me” I pleaded. she let out a sigh.“Okay since you insist, I will let you but just for today” I chuckle at her words. I know that isn't happening, I will help her in any possible way.After I'm done washing the plates, placing them in their rightful place, i decided to explore around. Climbing upstair, I look left and right deciding which side to start and my mind lead me to the right side.I walked through the hall admiring the surrounding with wallpapers hung on the large wall with Arabic writings on them, each with its own meaning. I came across a door 'library' written on it, a smile made its way to my lips. Reading book is my second hobby. I love reading because it makes me forget all my worries. holding the knob, I pulled it open, my mouth hung open seeing the huge room filled with bunch of books. I closed the door quietly behind me, walking slowly through the shelf each shelf were numbered. It seems like it's been long since they last use the library by how dusty it looked.My mouth forms a thin line this will be my resting place. Not knowing that by entering this room I've gotten myself into trouble.There are lot of books to choose from. My eyes catches one with the name 'The shy girl: A Muslim story' I flipped open the front page reading through, the book seems interesting. Keeping it aside, I scan through other books, coming across one with Jawad written boldly on the cover. it looked like a diary. Curiosity got me and I find myself turning over the first page Jawad mustafa written on the first page, my brows furrowed in confusion. Why is it jawad Mustafa instead of jawad Abdallah I was about to open the next page when a loud noise resonate through the room making me flinch back in surprise. My eyes met with an angry one. At that moment I knew I was in big trouble.F A R A H“What the hell are you doing here” he roars one look at him and you'll know he's very angry ready to explode.“I...I...was” I stuttered finding the right word to way. The words choked on my throat when he took a slow step towards me grabbing my wrist. “You're hurting me please...ja-” I tried to free my hands from his hold but it seems my words were in vain, he lead us to the bedroom pushing me, my hands landing on the hard wall, I wince in pain due to the tight hold on my wrist.“How dare you enter that room" he seethed. “I...was just exploring” I managed to say without looking at him.“Exploring what. You don't have the right to go around my house exploring, stay within your limit, you're nothing but an obstacle in my life” my head snapped to his direction hearing his bitter words. I felt something tug in my heart.He took a predator step toward me, pinning me against the wall his face few inches from mine, pure hatred on his face.“I'm sorry Jawad” I stammered feeling hi
F A R A HIt's been a week since our marriage but nothing changed between us. First, he leaves without eating breakfast, and comes back late, eats his dinner change his clothes and sleep, I wonder if he even prays. He doesn't even care about me, or how I'm doing. what do you expect my inner mind reminds me. But his behavior doesn't stop me from living my peaceful life, as he had already given me a piece of his mind. Since today is Sunday, I decided to make pancakes for breakfast as Aunt Fatima is not around. I know Jawad won't eat but I still prepared plenty just in case.I slumped down on the couch eating my pancake topped with strawberry syrup, my eyes dart toward the stairs hoping Jawad will come down but no sign of him. I cleared my plate putting the remaining pancakes inside the refrigerator for later.I went upstairs and took the new novel I'm reading, which of course belongs to me not from jawad library. Reading makes me forget all my worries, I'm halfway through the book when
F A R A HThe rays of the sun woke me up from my deep slumber, I slept in the same place Jawad left me yesterday. The room was quite only the sound of birds chirping.I literally walked to the bathroom and took a hot bath to soothe my aching body. I dressed into a simple black legging with a white baggy top and tied my hair in a bun wrapping my hijab on it.My eyes roam to the bed finding it clean exactly as it is yesterday, it means Jawad didn't sleep in the room. I ignore the pang of hurt I felt, brushing off the thought of Jawad I decided to make myself some breakfast since aunt Fatima is still on vacation. I stood in front of the fridge contemplating what to make, I decided to make some pancakes with hot chocolate. I set my plate on the dining ready to devour when I heard sounds of footsteps, I don't have to be told who it was because nobody is living in the house apart from me and Jawad. Ignoring him I continue devouring my food.fifteen minutes later, I was done with the little
F A R A HOne week laterI was sitting on my desk, working on the piles of files jawad....no Mr. Jawad dumped on me. The day I resumed work, I've been working like crazy. He's been giving me a lot of work, I know he's doing it intentionally to provoke me but I tried not to show my weakness. After what happened one week ago I decided to forget everything and focus on my work, I won't let him get to me.FlashbackWhen I heard the loud bang, I literally ran to check hoping nothing happened but what I heard made my eyes widen in shock. There stood Jawad, his phone pressed to his ear talking to whoever I don't know. “I'm telling you, man, I'll have to tolerate living with her, I don't know what my parent sees in her, she's clearly not the type of girl I want as a wife” “That's the problem” he laughed at something whoever is on the phone said. A lone tear fell from my eyes, I quickly wiped it away. Be strong Farah. I know I'm not supposed to feel this way, he clearly told me his intentio
F A R A H By the time I went back to the office, I asked precious to give him the file as I'm not ready to face him again at least after what happened. When I told her about the resignation she was surprised and angry at the same time, although I didn't tell her the whole reason for my resignation. “Oh, Farah. I'm going to miss you” she engulfs me in a hug.“You're a good secretary, he's going to regret letting you go, I will make sure of that” she folded her hands in a fist squinting her eyes a bit.“I will miss you too, and don't worry he's going to find another secretary who is better than me” I wiped off the lone tear that threatens to spill from my eyes.“We will get in touch right?” She asked breaking the hug.“Of course we will” precious is indeed a nice friend. I didn't encounter any problem while working with her.After packing my necessary things I bid her goodbye glancing towards his door. Just then the door creaked open revealing the boss itself. our eyes met, it was as
F A R A HThe morning rays of sunshine erupt through the window making me walk towards the window to take in the bright sunshine. I stood like that for 20mins before I sprinted off to the bathroom.I took a hot shower to soothe my body, sleeping on the couch always leaves me with an aching body. taking out a simple sea green gown with a matching hijab, I applied hair cream which is almost finished I need to do some shopping later, I thought. and a little lip balm to prevent my lips from drying.descending downstairs spotting Jawad dressed in a T-shirt and black pants, drinking a cup of Allah knows what coffee or tea. He looks more handsome in them, what are you thinking Farah. I mentally scold myself.“Farah dear, I was just about to call you,” Aunt Fatima said. “Come sit”. she ushered, I took the seat opposite Jawad, who is busy eating his breakfast without sparing me a glance.“Here” she placed a plate and a cup of hot tea in front of me.“Thank you Aunt” she nodded in return smilin
F A R A H“What!” I stared at him mouth hung open as if he's grown two heads. His face didn't show any form of a joke. “Why must we act as couples in love, let's act normally,” he clenched his jaw knitting his brows in a frown.“It's the only option we have,” stuffing his hands in his pocket, he stormed out of the room, closing the door with a loud thud; I let out a small sigh How can we pretend to be couples in love, when we don't even talk to each other that much, something must be wrong with this man.I stayed up in my room all day, only go out when it's necessary. Picking up the plate, I took them downstairs, the living room is eerily quiet. Aunt Fatima must be sleeping. Taking a bottle of water and walking towards the room, I heard the sound of something smashing followed by voices which I recognize so well.“At least try”“Stay out of my fucking business” hearing the footsteps coming to my direction. I quickly dashed inside and slouched down on the bed, pretending to be sleepin
𝐅 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐇"Nah... You know I can't wear this, it's too revealing""Come on Farah, you have to look sexy for Jawad" she chimed.Only if she knew"Okay let's check the other sections." She stated disappearing out of the door.Seriously all these things are getting on my nerves. First pretending to be couples in love and now date."You coming," Myrah shouted from outside, getting me out of my thoughts."Yeah coming"We checked almost all the sections, from dresses, cosmetics, lingeries talking of lingerie is making me cringe."Why did we buy a lot of things, it's just a date" I exclaimed taking the shopping bags off the counter."What do you mean a lot of things, you literally need them for your date," shrugging her shoulder she paid the bills, walking towards the exit. "And besides, they are not all yours; I also bought for myself," She said rolling her eyes.We put all the shopping bags inside the car.Ya Allah, I will never go shopping with Myrah again, she's such a shopping frea