My Schizophrenic Husband

Chapter Eight

Faiza got off the bed with swollen eyes as she hadn't slept a wink, every time she tried to close her eyes, Farooq's face and his sinister smile would appear and her heart would start racing.

She sighed as she quickly went to the toilet, cleaned herself up, made ablution and prayed.

Then she took some food and called up her boss and begged for two weeks leave.

"But you are aware that it's in the policy that you should've informed two weeks prior," her boss argued.

"Yes sir, I am aware, but I recently encountered something which gave me a kind of trauma since yesterday, I wouldn't be able to function as I should at work," she replied as she rubbed her forehead and pressed the phone to her ear.

"In that case, you think staying at home is the solution? You're a therapist for good lord's sake! Would you say you aren't aware we have a program to keep therapist themselves stabilized? God help me if I hear of any news of you being at home, I'll come drag you by myself from your home, because we can't lose you," her boss said and ended the call, Faiza chuckled at his actions and went to her room to get dressed for the program.

She headed towards her car afterwards and drove to her workplace, she couldn't believe anything would be too hard on her, considering Allah had been merciful on her to make her capable to healing people.

She still couldn't understand how a psychologist would have a find it difficult to deal with mental health issues.

But as her boss had previously told her, she is a human being who's prone to setbacks sometimes.

The imam called her as soon as she parked her car and informed her of Farooq's stable condition, he was a lot better and acting normally.

Even though she was glad at the improvement, she wasn't sure if she wanted to see him at that point.

She felt like seeing him in her current state would just bring back the stomach churning memories she so strongly wanted to get out of her head.

She shook her head off all her thoughts as she sat beside one of her very close college and participated in the therapy sessions.

The session was quite different to the average one between a therapist and a patient, she and most of her colleges were seated and a more experienced professional in their field was invited to advice them on how to deal with thier own mental issues as well as their patient's.

She wondered why her boss hadn't made it compulsory, she could understand some of her colleges thought they were infallible like she had thought, but at the end of the day, they were all humans, and anything could trigger thier mental illnesses.

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Farooq was tired of being alone most of the times in a mosque with almost no one to speak with.

The Imam was on prayers most of the times for the past three days and he usually spoke to him and kept a conversation with him whenever he was less busy or during dinner time.

Farooq also wondered why he wouldn't take morning and afternoon food and would keep himself busy by reading a very thick book.
He was already half way through the book and Farooq was truly curious, his voice when he read was nothing like he's ever heard and he even though Farooq was intrigued he wasn't sure if he was in the mood to learn the language.

He looked away from the Imam who was engrossed in his reading, his voice was radiating through the mosque and it was truly therapeutic.

He glanced at the shelve filled with he books and he stood up and walked towards it. He grabbed the first one in sight and opened it only to see the book was purely in the language the Imam was reading it in.

He sighed and closed it and dropped it back on the shelve, he was about to turn to leave when his eyes caught the English version on the book.

He crackled a laugh in utmost excitement as he grabbed the book and went over to where he was previously seated, he glanced at the clock and it was only remaining at least two hours to Zuhr time, when the guys would start to come, he's made a few friends over the past three days he'd been here and they treated him very well.

But before then, he'd planned to keep himself busy with the book, 'The Quran' it read.

He had seen how the Imam opened the pages many times so he did the same, he whispered the title of the chapter and it read 'the cow,' he furrowed his brows in confusion as his eyes landed on a few verses.

"As for those who persist in disbelief, it is the same whether you warn them or not—they will never believe."

"Allah has sealed their hearts and their hearing, and their sight is covered. They will suffer a tremendous punishment."

His heart started to beat fast and he dropped the book on the floor, he wasn't a follower of Muslim and he didn't know who Allah was, would that make him amongst the people who would be punished? He wondered and shook his head.

It's not like the hereafter was real anyways, he shrugged we he looked around.

"If you are real Allah, then show me a sign," he said knowing fully well that nothing was going to happen but he still hoped something would happen.

Five minutes passed and nothing happened, he closed his eyes to see if anything would happen but nothing.

He shrugged as he said, "Not my fault, the hereafter isn't real," he moved away from the Quran and just decided to stare at the clock until time for prayer.

And soon enough the men started flooding in and out of the mosque, he quickly got up to make ablution which he had really gotten good and doing and then standing with the guys when the call for prayer was made.

He had also gotten much more better at praying even though he wasn't perfect. After prayer, he sat with Jamal and his twin Kamal and James who was a revert, they spoke for a while and ate the snacks Jamal had brought along like he always did.

But soon enough they left too and he was back to counting the minutes left for Asr prayer.

He sighed in exhaustion as he laid on the rug, 'this sucks he thought,'
His eyes flew towards the Quran which was still where he had left it, and he reached over to pick it up even though it was against his will.

He decided not to open up the first pages and instead he just opened a random page, and what his eyes landed on got him terrified.

"And they that do not know have said, "if (only) Allah had spoken to us or a sign had come up to us." Thus did the ones even before them say the like of their saying. Their hearts resemble each other. We have already made evident the signs for a people that have certitude."

He dropped the book with a thud and ran over to where the Imam was seated, he cut the Imam off of his recitation and told him his encounter. The imam just smiled at him and closed the Quran, then he proceed to explain what had happened to Farooq.

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