THE TEARS OF A MUSLIMAH

Hating my own wife

Malika's POV
Seeing that merza despite being angry at me, didn't abandon me while I was sick.

This motivated me not to give up.Everytime he got ready,I brought him his clothes and watch.He didn't say anything and accepted my help.

I wasn't going to to give up on winning him over.I was going to make it up to everyone including taufic,who was the most affected.

Merza was getting ready for work ,I had laid everything down for him.I came out of the shower and decided to splash him with my hair.

He stared at me  sternly as I smiled.Those blue eyes held alot of fury yet his demeanor was calm.I wasn't going to back down.

I was about to do it again when he grabbed me by the hair.Our noses were inches away from touching.

His grip was dangerously tight, causing me alot of pain.He didn't realize that he was hurting me,but I didn't care,I wanted him to vent.

Merza: don't force me to cut off your hair,is that clear?(I stared at him without answering, causing him to yank my hair.)

I couldn't help the tears that came down my face.I was ready to suffer.He noticed my pain and let me go.

He looked shocked that he did that.
Malika: merza, it's ok..(he grabbed his stuff and walked off.)

Merza's POV
I couldn't help but throw away the objects on my table.I screamed angrily.I couldn't help the tears that filled my eyes.

She cheated me! She is my brother's wife for goodness sake.She broke my brother's heart and ran away.

I was in England when I heard about it.I had come over for vacation few days after it happened.

I saw my brother's state.he was shattered by this woman.Not knowing that woman would round up being my wife as well.

My brother was brokenhearted,he couldn't eat nor sleep, making me hate that woman.

That woman is now my wife! I hated her so much before and now I hate her more now.But I can't help but love her!

I had a fallout with my family when they had arranged my marriage without telling me.

They assumed I was like taufic,who after six months married Aisha.They thought I would accept without any fights but I was inlove with another.

They refused to come over to England for my marraige.If they had come,they would have stopped me from marrying that woman.

That heartbreaker! I hate you Malika!(I kicked my table over.I then remembered this morning.)

Why did I feel guilty for hurting her? Why couldn't I hurt her like my family has? Why can't I starve her?why do I have to feed her?

This woman has shattered me into a million pieces.That night,I came home.She tried to take my bag but I moved away.

I later came out ready for bed.She was about to sleep on the couch.Images of this morning flashed through my head.

Merza: sleep on the bed.
Malika:but..
Merza: it's final.