Ali:I promise you.
Layla: good, this is the Ali I had respect for,he is still there, just let him out.Its time for me to go but first I apologise for hitting you.
Ali:you don't need to,I deserved.
Layla:deserved it or not you are still my husband.In Islam a husband is accorded,one of the highest respects because he shoulders the responsibility of his wife and kids,all by himself.And on top of it,he has to take care of his parents and sisters and family.All this on a man, alone. that's why he is accorded so much respect.
The least a wife can do,is to respect and obey him,for he is her protector and provider.So I apologise to you and I thank you for everything you have done for me.I will always pray for you .
Ali: and I will pray for you too.I hope you can forgive me.
Layla:I already did.Assalamu Alaikum.
Ali: walaikum salam
(I walked out with my uncle.I got my suitcases and turned to leave with my family but not before kissing binta on the cheek.She giggled.She was so innocent.Hopefully she can be with both her parents in the open and be Happy)
I walked out the house for the first time knowing that I wouldn't come back.I used to call this my home but now it's just a house.
A house full of good and bad memories.It will still remain a home in my eyes, because like it or not,it brought me happiness once before.
I went back to my parents house,there I was finally at peace.To show gratitude to Allah for saving me,I invested half of my savings into an orphanage.
Everytime I came back from work ,I would always go there and help the children.
I came to work once,there I met Henry.
Henry: ceasar misses you,you know.
Layla:how is he?
Henry: miserable.He sort of seeked comfort in your holy book.it surprised him how after everything you still chose Allah.
Layla: it wasn't easy.
Henry: exactly, and that's what drew him more to learn more.You are both single, what's stopping you?
Layla: nothing, it's just peaceful being single,I guess.
Henry:no you are afraid.You fear that ceasar might hurt you.He will never hurt you,if you won't trust him,then atleast trust Allah.Everything happens for a reason.Come with me,as we speak, ceasar is in the hospital.
Layla:what!
Henry:he got shot for leaving the mafia,he needs you.
Layla: let's go(we rushed out, only to find a race car.A young woman came out of the car)
Razia:need a ride?
Layla:yeah(we got in and it was the greatest mistake of my life.She was fast.We ended up arriving at a mosque.A man stood there.Razia went to hug him)
Razia: this is my husband,Max.
Max:Salam.I hope my wife didn't give you trouble.
Henry: she nearly killed us.
Razia:well you are standing here,alive and kicking .
Layla:umm,why are we at the mosque,where is ceasar?
(My family came from behind)
Samira: getting ready.
Layla:I don't understand.
Samira:you are getting married Layla.(I froze).
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THE DON'S MUSLIM THERAPIST
Mistério / SuspenseLayla is a beautiful muslimah full of life and spirit.Her life takes a bad turn when she finds out that her next client is the don himself ceasar. ceasar is a troubled don who lost his wife.His men decided to take him to therapy,there he meets Layla...
