married at 16: Scars that bloomed into strength.

Episode thirteen(13) "love wasn't part of the plan"

~Just a chance to survive~

They say life is tough but today I understand the meaning. An innocent child who lost her mom not long ago is willing to sacrifice her happiness for her mother's last wish today. The hardship I wouldn't bare for anyone. I truly feel bad for her. She's going through a lot. Poor girl!!! If I had known what to do earlier by now she wouldn't be here but I can't help it either, I was just trying to be a good son. knowing that i'm hurting someone in the process, I felt guilty now. Look at how innocent she is.

"What can I do to stop this," I muttered. This is too much for both of us. I used to like her back in alimentary school but I'm not sure anymore,besides, even if I do she wouldn't love me back.

Alot of things had happened during these past days which emotionally drain me. My energy level is at zeros! and I really can't handle lot lately.

"Come on lets go Yasir, it's time for the Nikkah," my twin sister yelled from downstairs. At this moment, I am tired and tight to the living room with zahra, mom and brother jamal. My parents said they had some decent talk with zahra and brother jamal, because they want to make sure that zahra isn't force to get married, so she actually came over to my house with Jamal to talk business since her mom isn't here and her dad went earlier to the masjid with my dad.

"Huff," I sighed after hearing the word 'Nikkah' from my sister. It sounds weird and uncomfortable.

"Can we go," with that we all headed outside.

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"Pick any car mom, we have to go," I retorted while zahra still stands without a single word. She was wearing a purple abaya with a black shoe and a black silky veil which she rounds around her neck. She really looks pretty with that outfit.

I am the luckiest man ever!!!
What?....huffff!

"No dear just pick the one you are comfortable with, either lambo or the benz ju..just choose something cool" she winked teasingly putting her hands on my shoulder.
"What do you want zahra?" I asked putting the edge of my baby finger in my mouth.

Knowing that she will never respond I open the lambo, start the ignition and in no time we were in the masjid.

"Do you accept Yasir ibn ahmad deen as your husband and committed helper," the imam asked zahra after giving us so many pieces of advice and lectures about marriage. Zahra was sitting at the female section. A long and wide piece of cloth was between us the men and them which serve as a barrier for us, so I couldn't see her face properly. I can't discover whether she was happy or sad which really made me uncomfortable but nevertheless we proceeded with the marriage contract.

"Ye....y..I mean yes I accept," she replied hesitantly with courage.
"Do you accept Phatimah zahra bin Abdullah as your wife and committed helper," the imam asked and I said yes with that he asked three times to confirm whether it was not a force marriage.

Few minutes later, after all the confirmation and celebrations we were heading back home.

Zahra cried alot back in the masjid when her father bid her farewell. She hugged her brothers and asked samira not to cry because she's still going to come home, even though it's tough but she always got there back. Samira's tears were not stopping at all which made both my mom and her dad cry along with her.
Life is hard for her to be honest' I thought.

May Allah grant them patience!

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We reached at my new home after fifteen minutes ride. The ride was silent because zahra was not speaking at all. She was just crying sitting at the back seat while I felt bad for her hating the fact that I had accepted the marriage. I couldn't comfort her because I was hella afraid of her reaction, so I just let her relief her sadness hoping that it will be fine someday.

I opened the house door for her and show her the rooms in the house which she replied with nodding but never speak nor look at me.

And I, the foolish guy was just staring at her beauty.

Tears was all over her face but she still looks beautiful. I knew she must be tired so me being a gentleman showed her a room to go and rest but she said she was fine staying in the living room. I also followed her and sit on the couch so that she will not feel the boredom, I was utter shocked when I saw what was right infront of me when I raised my eyes.

She removes her veil infront of me?...
Yeah she does..damnnnn....
MAA SHAA ALLAH, I have a beautiful wife.

Wife?.....huffff okay ,okay.

"Maybe we can learn to love each other," I take the first move considering that she removed her veil infront of me.
"I...I...I'm sorry can I be alone for a moment?" She asked distancing herself away.

"I ca..can't....I can..I can't love you," with that she ran upstairs and my eyes widen.

Be you😊
Do you!
For you❤

Written by ✏Haddy Nyang a.k.a khaddija uthman.