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KANO STATE, NIGERIA.
Imad's shoulder and back rocked as he cry, tears hopelessly rushing down his cheeks in furious rage. Why was he so self-centered? He didn't think about what she was going through and only thought he was the one hurting. She was here dealing with ruthless men, her mother's death, people's taunts and also giving birth to their child dying in between. What kind of husband is he? He does not deserve her at all, not at all.
He felt her moving behind him, wrapping her arms behind his back and that got him crying some more. He cannot believe how loving she is after what he's dome to her. God, he does not deserve Amirah! He doesn't!
How can he stop this feelings though? The tears are running down without any chance of stopping, he cannot even rein them down even if he wants to because they have control in when they roll. She placed her head on his back, comforting him but being quiet about it. How could she be so forgiving and loving at the same time? She should also be there plotting revenge against him or something similar to what he did.
He didn't calm down for another five minutes, he even began sobbing a bit loudly. Some might say it is unmanly but who the heck does that help now? These tears are really not what he should be shedding, it should be his blood. Maybe penance with a few drops of blood will erase the guilt but then, he feels like nothing could cool down this feeling. It is hurting, pouring like an avalanche he cannot control. He knew this day would come but he was not ready for the truth behind their marriage. He is not ready to find out what Amirah has been through mainly because he didn't support her!
"I don't deserve you." His voice cracked, chin quivering in choked sobs. He's never cried like this his entire life but he cannot help it at all. He cannot stop it, he couldn't, he doesn't want to do so.
She was about to talk some more when he did. "Y-you are too good for me. Too good." He is mumbling to himself, not expecting her to hear.
"Imad!" She called, he didn't turn around but he stopped rambling on and on about how bad he is which means he is waiting for her to talk. "Stop blaming yourself. I told you this isn't your mistake, it is our fate and destiny which we have to embrace. The past is gone, for good."
He wished he could go back and change everything that has happened the first few hours of their time in Chicago. He wished he'd listened when she asked him to instead of getting into unnecessary conclusion. His thoughts are filled with self loathe, he cannot even love himself how on earth is she coping with being with her destroyer? What sort of heart does Amirah have that he needs a change of?
He fell asleep after few minutes, she called a nurse to inject him. He is losing mental focus and slipping into nadir, he shouldn't go through that when he is still unwell. Amirah left the hospital to go get Najla ready so they can go back to the hospital for the night. The three of them always snuggle up in the bed as Imad had requested. She is busy smiling, knowing everything will be kept behind now from today henceforth.
She's finally got her Imad back in her arms, where he should be!
When Amirah reached the chamber, she found Usayma and Najla playing around in her room. Amirah smiled and made her way inside, the two are also bonding up quiet well. Sometimes she forgets that Usayma is her co-wife because they act like friends and she never requested to be with Imad. She said she is also recovering but Amirah knew otherwise but she kept her silence. She don't want to interrupt whatever it is Usayma is going through.
"You lots having fun?" She grinned when her daughter's smile widened at the sound of her voice. It makes her chest ache.
"Mami!" She came bounding to her in quick strides that she almost fell off but Amirah is there to get her. The girl snuggled into her mother after she got rained with kisses.
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