Maryam's POV"I have a date".  I tried to answer him as quickly as I can. Even though it's so wrong of me to go out with another guy, since I'm still married to him but I just can't help it. I just want to live my life according to my wishes. I need to leave as possible as I can, I don't want to stay long here with him."Date?" . He asked grabbing my arms."Will you please stop all this nonsense?  Mansur is waiting for me" . I said trying to control my self and get out from his grib. I wanted to ask him that who was that woman he was with, but I think I'll only look more stupid. Instead, I keep my mouth shut.He hold my arms tightly as I feel the pain but I suck it in, I won't show him that I'm that weak. I'm no more th Maryam he used to know. "you're dating the Back stabber? While you're still married to me? Did you hear yourself clearly?  No, you're coming home with me.How can I es

Maryam's POVThe next third day, she heard the news of me getting married to another woman, she got angry,she thought I cheated her. Whenever I called, she won't pick up my calls. I got angry at mom and most especially at my self,I was not able to make the woman of my dream happy,the woman who always stood by me,the woman who always give me advice on what's right and wrong.That was why I came to your house then,but got angry coz from your reaction, I knew you wouldn't listen to me. I called my friend Hamza,we met at our usual spot and drank for a while before we go our separate ways. I still tried calling her line but instead she kept rejecting the call, so I decide to visit her usual spot, where she and her friends usually hang out.Upon reaching there,I saw her crying and her friends were consoling her. I got angry and at the same time I hated my self for making her cried. I moved closer to them and tried to talk to he

 Maryam's POV I found my self on the bed the moment I opened my eyes. How comes I was here? If I could vividly recall, I was receiving a punishment from Kareem and then, all of a sudden, the darkness took over me....or, was he the one who brought me here? No! it's can't be! It can never be!....  He hates me so much, I'm sure he wouldn't want his hands to touch me after all what happened between us.  I raised up my head towards where the wall clock was hanging, after seeing what time it's,I decided to perform my ablution and then pray. I winced in pain as I place my foot on the floor. Another hissed of pain came out from my mouth, the moment I took back a sit. how could I forget my wound?-  I thought, scolding my self. I looked at my foot and then saw that the wound was already treated...who could have done this? Who could have help

Maryam's POV "I'm going to miss you Maryam" Kareemah said sadly as we both hug each other. We couldn't leave because of my wound, we had to wait for about a week for it to heal. "But I'm not going for so long. I'll be back in few weeks time."    My mother in law had called me earlier and told me everything since her stubborn son refused to say a word to me. "I know, I just can't help it. I mean, we just started our friendship a week ago". "That's okay you two. Enough with the emotional talks". Mom intervenes.   "Maryam dear, please take good care of your self. I'm sorry, I had to do this for you and my son".      "I understand Mom"  "Daddy" I said and walk towards where he was standing. Aunty didn't show up which is fine by me. She'll only ruin my mood after all.

Maryam's POV"Well Mr Rude Husband, if I'm uncomfortable.... It would be very nice if you should be uncomfortable too" I said before I finally got up from the the bed.I put on my blue hijab, slippers and walk out of the room."Now, where's his office?" I asked my self in a whisper. Finally, i noticed a door slightly open and a little light penetrating from there. I first peep in and I saw him where he stood in front of a shelf full of books right behind his huge table and chair.  He held a book in his hand, flipping through the pages one after the other studying them so intensively. He looks so engross in it. Wait a minute!....was he still putting on his white kaftan since morning? I'm sure that's the cloth.He turned once to look at something on his table before turning his attention back to the book he was going through, and his look was still as cold as ever. He was always cold and he loo