MARRIED TO AN EXTREMIST

|Confusion|

Fayadth's point of view.

I open my eyes, the alarm waking me up as I sit up.

"Allahamdu lillahil lathi ahyana ba'dama amatana wa ilaihil nuzoor." I recite the dua for waking up while I rubbed my eyes, hoping for my eyesight to get clearer.

I look at the clock, 3am. I stand up, walking to the bathroom door. "Allahumma inni authibika minal khubthi wal khaba'ith." I enter the bathroom, turning on the tap before taking a look at myself.

What were you thinking, Fayadth?

I shake the thought away, placing my hand under the water. "Bismilallah." I mouth.

I performed my ablution, reciting the duas. I step out of the bathroom, opening my drawer.

I take my jalabia and threw it on. I put on my cap before spreading the sallahya on the floor. I raise my hand to my face.

I performed my Sallah, using my rosary when the adthan  starts calling prayer on my phone. 4am. I stand up, leaving my room to go to Afeeya's to wake her up.

I branch to Hassana's door, knocking on it. I hear her clear her throat, notifying me that she's praying.

I would be lying if I say I'm not impressed. I knock on Afeeya's room but there's silence so I let myself in because she doesn't wake up easily.

I shut the door as I walk to the bed where she's sleeping. I squat in front of her. "Afeeya, afeeya."

I call her causing her to scrunch her face. "Afeeya, wake up."

"Mmmm?" She starts moving. "Wake up and get ready for prayer."

She drowsily opens her eyes, looking at me. "You're going to the mosque?" She sits up, I stand straight.

"Yes." I turn to leave. "I'll escort you to the door."

"There's no need." I hold the knob, opening the door. "No, I'm going. I'm coming." She rushes to the bathroom as I glance at the time.

4:10am and I am going to be leading the prayer. She runs out of the bathroom, noticing her shorts and half vest.

"Let's go." She holds my hand, we walk out of the room. "I have decided to start doing this everyday insha Allah."

She looks at me, smiling weakly. "Okay, thank you." She locks her arm with mine. "Anytime."

A door shuts, Hassana coming out of the room. Afeeya smiles at her. "You're awake? I'll be back." Hassana nods. "Okay, may Allah protect you." Hassana prays and before I could say anything.....

"Ameen, thanks." Afeeya answers. "Ameen, Hassana." I reply, gaining a look from afeeya.

We stop at the door. "May Allah protect and bring you back to me healthy and safely." She smiles and I smile back even though I'm taken aback by her actions.

Usually, she isn't this way. She'll take a day, if she's wrong, she apologizes and if not, I'll have to before there are any interactions again.

"Ameen, insha Allah."

"Bye, be safe." I leave, walking to my car. I better hurry or I'll be late. I drive to the mosque I go to which is 11minutes away.

I park, entering the mosque after recite the dua for entering a mosque. I see the old that is around his early 70's named Alhaji Baseer and a man around his late 20's named Zulkaib.

"Asslamu alaikum, Alhaji baseer, zulkaib." I walk to them, extending my hand to them. "Was alaikumu salalm, Fayadth. You're late today."

I shake hands with Alhaji Baseer before turning to zulkaib. "Wa alaikumu salam." Zulkaib answers.

"Yes, I am. I apologize." I push my glasses back to its place. "How is everyone at home?"

"Alhamdulillah, Alhamdulillah. Thank you, how about you?"

"Alhamdulillah, the wife is acting up as usual." Alhaji waves his hand, walking away.

I nod, unable conjure up what to say. I head to my spot, adjusting the microphones.

******

"Insha Allah, ameen. Thank you." The man nods, walking away. I sigh, turning back to the mosque. "Fayadth!" I hear a voice call me.

I snap my head to the direction it came from. I see Dahir walking towards me with his hands in his jalabia's pocket, rushing to meet me.

I scoff, smiling. "Dahir." We shake hands. "You look...good." Dahir teases making me laugh. "What's the occasion?"

I cross my arms. "To pray and see you, brother." He pats my shoulder. "How's aunt Irshan and everyone?"

He sighs. "She's fine, how's your wife? I'm sorry for not attending your wedding."

I nod. "I wasn't in the country but I'll make it up to you. You can choose any day and we'll go out. Guy's night out." I raise a brow.

"Do I look like a teenager to you?" I nudge him, he breaks into laughter.

"Your ego has always been enormous." I shake my head. "But seriously, I'm happy for you. You're married, I mean. I want to get married too. I'm tired of children toasting me. For once, I'm the one feeling harassed."

I laugh, hanging my head. "What do you mean?"

"You'll see young girls...around 17 to around 23, they come over to me asking for my number. Even if I say I don't have a number, obviously rejecting them politely, they ask for my username. So I deny them flat out."

I scratch my chin, my beard. "Wow, that's bad. I better head home."

He smiles. "True. Please greet anya for me." I nod. "Insha Allah."

We go our separate ways.

*******

I fall on my bed on my back. I close my eyes, spreading my arms. I need to travel.

I open my eyes, looking at the ceiling. "Hey." I hear Afeeya's voice coming from my closet. She appears, coming out of the closet.

"You've been there all along?"

"Yeah, moving in."

"You're moving in?" She sits beside me. "Just thought about it and realized its best, that's if you don't mind."

I shake my head. "No, go ahead." I continue looking at the ceiling. "I just moved some necessary clothings of mine here, all of it can't fit here."

"Yeah." My mind drifts to making preparations for my travel next week.

I feel a weight on my shoulder and slightly on my abdomen. I see afeeya on me, her hand on my chest.

"I'm sleepy." She closes her eyes, I wrap my arm around her as I close my eyes.

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