Farhan awoke with a sharp pain at his temple and an awful taste in his mouth, the room looked dark but from the sounds outside he guessed it was already day break. His whole body ached as he struggled to sit up, getting to his feet, he proceeded to perform his ablution and perform his salaat, he couldn’t remember the last time he missed the morning congregational prayers, the whole change was affecting him badly, judging from how he was feeling, he seemed to be coming down with a cold, since that Risha girl had emptied a whole bucket of cold water on him. About 20mins later he was ready for work, all the time his stomach gnawing with hunger, he couldn’t remember ever feeling this hungry in his entire life, he had gone to bed with a very empty stomach, to his disgust, he had discovered that the stores in the neighbourhood hardly stayed open beyond the Maghreb prayer, he missed his own lively neighbourhood, yes the areas was definitely over populated and noisy but it was lively also you

He stirred in his sleep, stretched and opened his eyes, he wasn’t sure, but he thought he could hear birds chipping outside or was he dreaming. Sitting up, it took about 10 seconds to register where he was. “How did I end up here?” He thought trying to remember. Then it all came to him, the night before, the fever, her barging into his room, giving him drugs, cooking that stuff she called food, all of it. Slowly, he got to his feet, the headache was gone and he felt slightly better than the day before. It was then he realised it was morning, he could see the rays of the sun as it shuns through the window, quickly he looked at the wall clock.“Subhnallah” he exclaimed as he realised what time it was, 10:17am. He was about to stand up when he realised she was sitting on the chair beside his.“Good morning to you husband, hope you had a good night rest? It must have been good considering how you slept like the fool you are.”Farhan stirred at her in amazement? “Why didn’t you wake me?”