[UPDATED WEEKLY] ★ Two women, two stories, one husband.... A story of qadar
"The Sister Wives' Dilemma" is a novel that follows the story of Aisha, a young woman who enters into a polygynous marriage with her husband Ali. As Aisha navigates her new...
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Ali woke up to the gentle rays of sunshine peeking through the curtains. Stretching himself awake, he began his morning adhkaar, reciting, "AlhamduliLlahi ahyana ba'ada ma amatana wa ilayhi nushoor."
He reached for his laptop, remembering the work he had to complete, and headed to the living room. There, Ali immersed himself in his thoughts, pondering the recent events and the intricate web of his relationships. A sense of unease settled over him as he realized the consequences of his choices, which had unwittingly laid the foundation for the escalating conflict between Aisha and Fatima.
Suddenly, a resounding slap from the nearby laundry room shattered his contemplation, followed by an eerie silence. Panic gripped Ali as he rushed to the source of the commotion, driven by anxiety.
Entering the laundry room, he was met with a distressing sight. Aisha, her face flushed with anger and humiliation, confronted Fatima, who wore a mocking grin. The tension in the room was palpable, weighing heavily on him.
Aisha's tear-filled eyes met Ali's gaze as he stepped into the room. He could discern the hurt and confusion within her, and it cut him to the core. Fatima's laughter had further fueled the fire, and the extent of Aisha's humiliation was unmistakable.
In an attempt to defuse the situation, Ali, in his haste and insensitivity, unintentionally worsened it. "Why are you both arguing?" he asked, his tone inadvertently harsh. "You're both my wives, whether you like it or not. What's the point of all this drama?"
His words hung heavily in the room, ushering in an uncomfortable silence. Aisha's anger turned into hurt, and fresh tears welled up in her eyes. She felt as though Ali had stripped away the love and care she believed he held for her, reducing her to a mere title.
Aisha's voice trembled as she spoke, "Is that all I am to you, Ali? Just 'wife'? Do my feelings and the sacrifices I have made mean nothing?" Her voice broke under the weight of her emotions, making it evident how deeply she had been affected.
"I love you Aisha, from the depth of my heart" he said while hugging her tightly
"That's what they always say then the next thing that happens is that they are after another woman. After all you men only marry to give a woman the title of a wife and then use her to satisfy everyone of your desires" she said disgustedly
"Aish, you're more than just a wife to me, you're very important to me and you will always be" he assured her
What's wrong with her these days? He thought he came to a sudden realization what she was talking about.
Ali's heart sank as he realized the magnitude of his thoughtless words. He had unintentionally wounded Aisha, undermining her emotions and her place in his heart. He had failed to fathom the depth of her feelings and the insecurity she had been harboring.
Seizing the opportunity, Fatima continued to stoke the flames of discord. "See, Aisha, even Ali acknowledges that we're equal in his eyes," she taunted, a triumphant glint in her gaze. "He doesn't see you as the 'first wife' or anything special."
Aisha's humiliation deepened, and she averted her gaze, unable to meet Ali's eyes. She had hoped for reassurance, for Ali to defend her, but his words had shattered those hopes. She couldn't help but question his love for her, doubting if it truly existed.
Ali, now acutely aware of the damage he had inflicted, felt a pang of remorse. He approached Aisha, his voice softened. "Aisha, that's not what I meant," he began, but she cut him off, her voice laden with hurt and anger.
"I can't believe you, Ali," Aisha whispered, her tone heavy with disappointment. "I thought you loved me, that I meant more to you than just a title. But if this is how you see me, then perhaps I was mistaken."
Tears welled up in Ali's eyes as he grasped the gravity of his mistake. He had allowed his frustration and inability to manage the situation to cloud his judgment, inflicting pain on the woman he loved. He reached out to touch Aisha's trembling shoulder, but she recoiled, avoiding his touch.
"Maybe you should decide which one of us you truly want," Aisha suggested, her voice now tinged with sorrow and resignation. "I won't stay where I'm not valued or loved and I regret sacrificing so much for an ingrate like you. Didn't you promise that you won't marry anyone else, didn't you?"
Ali was quiet
"DIDN'T YOU?" she shouted while crying
Her words hung heavily in the room, and Ali felt a sense of panic wash over him. He had never envisioned that his attempt to resolve the conflict would lead to such a dire outcome. He had taken Aisha for granted, assuming she understood his feelings for her, yet he had failed to express them clearly.
Recognizing the gravity of the moment, Ali turned to Fatima, his tone firm. "Fatima, this behavior is unacceptable," he admonished. "Both of you must respect each other, and I won't tolerate any further disrespect between you two."
Fatima, although momentarily chastened, still wore a smug expression. "I'm simply stating the truth, Ali. We're both your wives, and you should treat us equally."
Ali sighed, feeling the weight of the situation bearing down on him. He understood that he needed to make amends with Aisha and reassure her of his love. Clear boundaries had to be established to prevent further conflicts between his wives.
As Aisha turned to leave the laundry room, Ali called out to her, his voice filled with remorse and sincerity. "Aisha, please wait. I need to talk to you."
She paused but didn't turn around, her back still facing him. "There's nothing more to say, Ali but I think it's time for us to have a serious conversation about our future and about wherever this relationship that we share is going."
"I didn't promise you Aisha" Ali whispered but audible enough for Aisha to hear "you asked, I didn't reply, I only smiled" Aisha couldn't believe her ears
"Promise me you won't go after another woman, promise me your love for me will never reduce, promise me Ali." She urged
He smiled at her sweetly
"What? I know you won't so that" she said while smiling too
"Inshaa Allaah" he replied
"But you said inshaa Allaah Ali" her voice broke "so inshaa Allaah gives you the liberty to go back on the conversation just because you didn't say you promise?" Aisha couldn't take it anymore and stormed out of the laundry room.
Ali watched as Aisha left the room, his heart heavy with regret. He knew that he had a long road ahead to repair the damage he had done, to prove to Aisha that she was more than just a title, and that his love for her was immeasurable.
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