HUSNA

Chapter 60

Never love something so much that you can't let go of it." — Ginni Rometty

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She lay on the bed, staring blankly at the wall as silent tears streamed down her cheeks. Her nose was clogged, and her eyes burned with exhaustion. She wasn't the kind to cry often she prided herself on being strong but tonight, the weight of her pain was too much to bear.

She needed a hug. Someone to tell her it would all be okay. She wanted things to go back to the way they were to that soft, safe place before everything shattered. But she was scared. Scared of loving him again, scared of being hurt again. Her heart was a battlefield of emotions betrayal, sadness, disappointment, and, beneath it all, an aching tenderness.

She wanted to curl into his arms and cry, yet part of her wanted to push him away, to scream at him for breaking her this badly.

Ever since he found out about the pills, their marriage had been unraveling thread by thread. The man she once knew calm, patient, her safe haven had turned into a stranger fueled by anger and doubt. She'd tried again and again to explain that she didn't even know where those pills came from, but he refused to listen. Fareeda's poison had already seeped too deep into his mind.

Now, he wouldn't even look at her. He'd said things that still echoed in her chest words that cut sharper than any knife. "I regret the day I met you." "I regret falling in love with you." Each one tore a piece of her apart.

She was tired...tired of crying, tired of fighting, tired of the weight she carried alone. The pain, the stress, the loneliness...it was all too much.

Her phone suddenly rang, breaking through the silence like a slap. She quickly wiped her face, not wanting anyone to see her like this. With trembling fingers, she picked up the FaceTime call from Faiza, forcing her voice to steady.

Faiza's face filled the screen. She studied her  for a second, then raised an eyebrow.

"Hussy, were you crying? What did he do this time?"

X he  quickly looked away, forcing a small laugh. "No, not at all. Who told you I'm crying?" she said, trying to sound light. "Something just... fell into my eyes, that's all."

"I can make it out by looking at your face, Hussy. Stop pretending," Faiza said softly, her brows furrowed  So you really want to kill yourself over this? This isn't you! You're stronger than this. You've changed. You're the kind of person who doesn't give a damn about things like this. Since you know you're not the one taking those pills, stop torturing yourself. Go back to your normal routine, please. Don't lock yourself up because of a man. Remember what I told you  marriage and relationship are two different things."

She paused,  I know you're going through a tough time, Hussy, wallahi I do. But just keep praying to Allah. You'll find His mercy healing every aching part of your heart and soul. Allah will guide you. He'll bring clarity to your eyes, soften your heart, and strengthen your spirit. La yukallifullahu nafsan illa wus'aha   Allah does not burden a soul beyond what it can bear."

Tears welled in her  eyes again, but this time they carried a flicker of hope.

"I'm sorry," Faiza continued gently. "Now, get up, wipe those tears. Allah can turn the most hopeless situation into the best moment of your life. Insha'Allah."