Zayd had once believed in Allah-once. But that was before the night his father's heart failed him, before the world went dark, and all the prayers he had whispered into the quiet air felt like nothing more than empty echoes.
His faith had died with his father.
Now, Zayd lived in a world where uncertainty reigned, where questions crowded his mind, and answers never came. He had no room for faith, not after the loss, not after the betrayal, not after the silence that followed his father's passing. And yet, despite his conviction, despite his rejection of the divine, his mother was relentless.
She had already chosen his future.
"Amina is perfect for you," she said, her voice filled with hope and desperation. "She's a good, practicing girl. Just like your father would've wanted. She'll help you find your way back."
But Zayd knew better. He couldn't help but feel a cold anger gnawing at his chest. His mother, in her blindness, had been manipulated-innocently, perhaps-but manipulated nonetheless. Amina, with her act of being pious and niqab, had wormed her way into his mother's heart. Zayd saw it, but he couldn't prove it. Was she truly the answer to his pain, or was she just another pawn in his mother's desperate attempt to bring him back into the fold of faith?
He'd met Amina only two times-always polite, always sweet, but there was something too perfect about her. Something almost... predatory, beneath the surface. He couldn't trust her, couldn't trust anyone who wore faith like a mask. She, too, studied medicine with his sister-a world of healing that seemed so far removed from his broken soul. He didn't want a healer. He wanted answers. He wanted to be left alone.
But the marriage was happening, whether he liked it or not. The pressure was suffocating. There was no escape.
Zayd stood by the window, staring into the night, the weight of his mother's expectations pulling him deeper into the quicksand of his own disbelief. He had once believed, once trusted. But now... he wasn't sure what to believe in anymore.
The silence in the room thickened, pressing down on him, suffocating. Zayd felt the walls closing in, the weight of his own thoughts becoming unbearable. His heart raced, the steady beat pounding in his ears like a countdown. There was no escape.
Not from his mother. Not from Amina. And certainly not from the past that haunted him.
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The Unwanted Marriage
SpiritualVeil Of Truth Series (Book 1) "Amina, a devout niqabi Muslim and final-year medical student from India, has always held her faith close. She has come to London to complete her studies, but life takes a turn when she finds herself in an arranged marr...
