The Last Warning ✔️

The Video Call

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CHAPTER #27

'Haiyya alas salah' (come for salah)
'Haiyya alal falah' (come for success)

My eyes opened. My head ached as if someone has beaten it with hammer. I couldn't sleep properly for the whole night as the sofa was too small for me to fit in. The pants were too uncomfortable for me to even stretch my legs.
I slowly opened the room and peeped in. Johara was sleeping peacefully.

I silently screamed within. How in the world could she be so light about this!?
I took my jubbah from the wardrobe and left the room.

I took a shower in the guest bathroom, wore my jubbah and went to the masjid.
I badly needed to bow down in front of my creator and cry to him my problems. The moment I raised my hands up to make dua, the tears fell down my eyes profusely.
My lips were trembling and my hands shivered. My heart ached just thinking of what happened last night.
I cried like a little child, not caring who saw me and what they would think of me. Allah knows why I am crying and that's enough for me. I rubbed my hands over my face and ended my dua and kept looking down in dismay.

"beta (child)" I heard someone calling me. I lifted my head up to see it was the sheikh imam "I didn't see you for so long"
Without thinking twice, I hugged him and cried. I had never cried this much but just thinking of everything hurt me so much that I couldn't stop myself.
The imam patted on my back "what's wrong?"
We both sat down

"yesterday night, my wife's friend called us for dinner. It was like a party"

"hmm" the imam was responding to me

"the house was very big. I went further in to just see. In some while, her friend came to me. She said that she had to show me some secrets and those were in the rooms above the stairs..." and I explained him the whole story.

The sheikh imam kept smiling." if you are saying the truth and you are sure that you haven't done anything wrong, then you don't have to fear for Allah is the most just" I listened to him "and when it's about your wife, she might not be islamic or she may doesn't like you but know that it's Allah who has created pairs and in every of his decisions, there's a reason behind. If your wife is married to you, then surely Allah would bring the change in her inshallah as this tie of marriage is so magical that those two words of nikah becomes the reality of your life"

I felt so relaxed. "jazakallahu khairan sheikh, may Allah subhana wata'alah be pleased with you"

"you too my son" he smiled "go home and have some good sleep. Your eyes clearly shows your sleep deprivation"

"ok sheikh" I chucked slightly
I bowed my head a little in respect and left the masjid.

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"SHAYLAAA!!"

"yes sir?"

"give me a glass of orange juice" I commanded

"I'll serve breakfast for you as it's already time"

"do as much as I am saying, bring it in the guest room"

In our household, we aren't supposed to use the rooms or the things that are meant for guests. I missed my mother so much. Whenever I used to open this room, she would say

"idrees, that room is meant for the guests so don't you dare to go there or else I'll beat you with sandals"

And there would be inayah laughing at the other side.
I was so happy back then and what have I become now. Is it because of johara? The first thing that comes to my mind is : no

It's not because of johara.

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*phone rings*
I rubbed my eyes and sat erect on the sofa. My phone was ringing. I looked at the screen and it showed 'ammi'

I received it.

"ya Allah what has happened to you idrees? You look so exhausted? Isn't johara taking care of you, bring me a glass of water inayah, INAYAAAHHHHH!!"

"ammi relax" I chuckled "I am completely fine alhamdulillah. It's just a lot of office work. How are you?" I asked

"alhamdulillah we are doing completely fine my dear. The marriage arrangements are on their peak"

"wow mashallah, we will be there soon"

"how's johara? Where is she? Isn't she with you?"

"do relax ammi! You ask so many questions, how would I reply to all of them at a time"

"oh I am sorry dear"

"don't say sorry, you are the best ammi in the world" she smiled so widely that all of her teeth were shown.
I talked to them for about half an hour. I felt so hurtful that they don't know what is going on here. It's better if they don't know it.

It's better.

After the call ended, I went up to see on johara.
The door was ajar.
I opened it slowly and went it. What i saw shocked me
Johara was crying!
The tears were falling down her cheeks and she sobbed in silence.
I never saw her crying before and I didn't know why she was crying, obviously because I wasn't with her the whole day. It was past noon, evening commencing and I didn't even ask her whether she had lunch and now, I saw her crying.
I am a bad husband.

"johara what happened?" I sat down near her feet and leaned up to get a clear view of her face.

"go away from here. I don't want to see your face. GO!!"

The story is getting intense! To be continued in the next chapter - >
Happy reading, jazakallah✨