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CHAPTER TWENTY ONE - LET INTO HIS CLOSET

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"And you... will you let go of your past?" finally I had the courage to ask him. What were the things that made him cling to her so much at night? what were his own nightmare?

Ahmad stiffened and tried to pull away. I wasn't going to let him, lest he just retreated into himself. I held on to him even tighter.

"Will you not also come out? Tell me about your troubles? Where were you on our Waleemah?"

I did not want to push, especially as I saw how much he cringed at my questions, but I felt it was now or never. I really wasn't a patient person naturally. That I had waited this long for him was only because I had my own secrets. Well, not anymore.

Ahmad closed his eyes and inhaled. "Can we do this another time?"

"No. I want to know what the other members of the family knows. Is it too much to ask from my husband?" I insisted, but my tone was soft, almost a whisper. Then I robbed his arm to his elbow.

He opened his eyes then, and looked at me. Raw fear clouded his expression. No. This wasn't normal.

"Is it true that the doctors say you should be allowed to come out on your own? Will there be consequences if yo are pushed to?"

He looked surprised, but nodded. "If I leave you be, will you ever come out to me?"

He was silent. But he did not move his eyes from mine. "What are you afraid of?" I asked again and something dangerously familiar flashed in his eyes.

I did not understand him. And I knew whatever it was, he really wasn't ready to let me in. It hurt. But I was ready to let it go for now.

I looked away from him and pulled my arm away from his. "Its okay. I will wait. When you want to talk, I will be here, In Shaa Allah."

Then I touched his full beard slowly, combing my fingers through it's softness. "Come, the sun is fast setting. It will be Maghreeb in an hour, in shaa Allah... Let's get those dishes to the kitchen."

The softness in his eyes did not return, and I wondered if I had pushed too much. Would this hurt him even more? I started to move away from him towards the dishes. He followed quietly and just when I bent to retrieve the food flask, he pulled me back up.

I met his gaze and I had an unsettling feeling about it. There were hardness and softness. fear and need, Independence and constraint. I saw all emotions as they appeared fleetingly.

He took my hand, but it wasn't in a gentle manner and then he dragged me into the main house. I should say something. I should talk to him. I should tell him he was hurting me with the way he pulled me, but I didn't.

I let Ahmad pull me into the main house and into our bedroom. I did not know what he intended, but my heart was at peace. When we arrived, he locked the door after him and then turned to me.

Slowly, he looked at me while pointing to the closet. "In there, you might find all the answers you seek."

He spoke for the first time since I began to probe. When I hesitated, he took my hand again, this time, gently and walked me to the closet. Slowly, he moved one of his shirts, hung at the right corner and I saw a lock. He turned it with a combination, and the closet split apart, slowly unveiling a dark room.