Whispers Of The Soul

XV

Faisal, Zainab's father chose a secluded café, far from the bustling streets and curious gazes. He gestured for Hassan to join him at a small table tucked away in the corner.

"Hassan, there's something important I need to discuss regarding Zainab," Faisal began, his tone serious yet measured.

"Of course, sir," Hassan replied, his curiosity piqued.

Faisal took a deep breath, the weight of family expectations pressing down on him. "I'm aware that my relatives have been... challenging. But I've been reflecting on things."

"Reflecting?" Hassan asked, sensing the gravity of the moment.

"About Zainab's happiness," Faisal confessed, his voice tinged with conflict. "I find myself in a difficult position."

Hassan's fingers tightened around his cup, a silent testament to his growing concern. "Sir, what do you mean?"

Faisal leaned closer, his gaze steady. "I must ask you to let go of Zainab. It's for her well-being and for the sake of our family."

Hassan's eyes widened, disbelief etched across his face. "With all due respect, sir, I cannot do that. I love her."

Faisal's demeanor softened, a flicker of understanding passing between them. "I remember the day Zainab was born. Her mother and I faced choices that felt insurmountable."

Intrigued, Hassan leaned in, eager to hear more.

Faisal's voice grew distant, lost in memory. "We were advised to end the pregnancy. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. I knew I would carry that regret forever."

Hassan's heart raced as he absorbed the weight of Faisal's words.
"You remind me of how I never gave up on Zainab back then. And of course she has truly been the best, not that I hate my other daughters but she's special."

A spark ignited within Hassan. "I promise, sir. I will protect Zainab with everything I have."

Faisal's eyes shone brightly.
"You are a good one Hassan, but I want you to understand that I can't just give her away without knowing you all too well. Prove yourself to me and then even if the world stands against you, I will support you both."

Hassan with a newfound determination and hesitant replied whole heartedly. "I'll earn your trust sir."

As they parted, Hassan felt a newfound lightness in his heart.

Nasreen and Jamal gathered at Faisal's doorstep, their expressions marred by frustration.

Nasreen broke the silence, her voice sharp as a blade. "Faisal, how can you possibly give that boy a chance? Consider our family's reputation."

Faisal remained steadfast, his tone calm yet resolute. "That boy has a name. I have made my choices. And I won't be backing down. I didn't let her go anyways she's under my care."

Jamal scoffed, his disdain palpable. "You're blinded by your emotions."

Faisal's gaze hardened, a flicker of anger igniting within him. "That's enough, Jamal. You can play your part in your own kids lives."

Nasreen interjected with a derisive laugh. "You're destroying Zainab's future."

Faisal's voice rose, filled with conviction. "I am allowing Zainab the freedom to pursue her own happiness."

Uncle Jamal strode in, his expression grave. "Faisal, you are turning your back on our family's principles."

Faisal stood tall, unyielding. "Principles? You mean the same ones that pressured Zainab's mother to end her pregnancy? I stood against that then, and I will not waver now. I refuse to let you dictate my daughter's destiny."

A heavy silence enveloped the room.

Nasreen's voice dripped with malice. "You will come to regret this, Faisal. Remember my words."

A new found fear etched into his heart but he stood his grownd. What could possibly go wrong.