The Muslim Criminal

Chapter 49 - Fights

I kick the chair out of my way in anger.
"Urghhh" I grunt in frustration.
"How the fuck could he escape!" I shout to the other end of my phone.
"We're sorry ma'am but he-"
"I don't give a fuck whether you're sorry or not! I told you clearly that he has to be jailed under any circumstances but fucking no! You fucking pricks can't do a single fucking thing right!" I shout loudly.
"Ma'am we know where he is"
"Where!"
"In fact we told him where to go. Chief had us do this ma'am"
"What!"
"He also told us to tell you"
I end the call without any response and call Chief.

"Assalamualaikum" he says. He knows I need to reply to that.
"Walaikumassalam" I mutter "How come when we had a clear and simple plan you just have to make thing complicated. Why! We finally got him! And now you're letting him go! What the hell is going on with you!" I shout letting my anger get the best of me.
"Calm down dear daughter and listen. You know Nuh is smarter than this. He will easily find a way to escape especially with Daniel's clues that he gives to everyone"
I roll my eyes.
"We have to get him in solitude that way when we catch him he can't get you into this mess because it'll be too late. I told our men to take him to the remote island in Iceland and he will be staying there for a week with our men keeping a close eye on him. After a week we will catch him and take him to the higher jail levels, where he will be in complete solitude. Ok?"
"What about court?"
"He'll be in time for that and he won't be able to get you in any problem"

I take a moment for this to settle in. "Fine" I say. "Assalamualaikum"
"Walaikumassalam" he replies and I hang the phone.

I need to vent my anger out. I enter Nuh's place and go to the gym where I take off my cardigan and boots and my scarf and take hits on the punching bag.

After an hour I notice blood oozing out of my hands. Should've worn the boxing gloves.
"Shit" I mutter and take a seat.
I pull out the first aid kit and bandage my hands.

"Can I try?" I hear.
My head turns towards the doors here Ibrahim is standing. His eyes looking read and swollen.
"What boxing?" I ask and he nods. I chuckle slightly.
"Ibrahim, I don't want to be mean but if you did it then the punching bag would probably beat you up instead of the other way around"

My attempt of lightening the mood didn't work since he's face doesn't move a fraction keeping the dull exterior.
I take his arm and stand him on the treadmill.
"Run. Face every problem. Vent out everything while running. Since I want you to stay with me, run on the treadmill, increase your own speed gradually. Ok?" I say seriously.

"I never started out with the punching bag, I always ran. Ran away from all my problems and faced them when the time was right, I realised all that running made me stronger and the problems smaller" he looks at me with a deep look. I get on my toes and kiss his forehead.
"I love you little bro" I say with a smile which he returns and nods at me.

He starts running and I start my training exercises. I don't care if all is taken care of, I need to stay healthy and fit enough to beat him. To take him away. I will be the one who interrogates him, who fights against him, who gives my mum her justice!

My phone rings breaking me and Ibrahim out of our thoughts.
I stop lifting my weights and answer my phone.

"Assalamualaikum" I hear Ayaan say.
"Walaikumassalam"
"Where are you!" He says in concern.
"Just at my house"
"Do you know how worried you had me? You left the house with informing me or mum. Zayna you can't do this all the time!"
"I had something important to do"
"Important or not you still need to tell me where you keep going!"
"Why do you care!" I shout.
"What do you mean by that! Of course I care, you're my wife"
"Ayaan, I'm fine. You don't need to worry about me all the time"
"Zayna what's going on with you! I'm sick of your behavior! Either your really happy or really moody. You're getting these mood swings out if nowhere and frankly you're creating doubts in my mind"
"What doubts" I manage to say even though his words are like knives piercing through me.
"Are you cheating on me or what!"
My mouth hangs open.
"I can't believe you just said that!" I shout.
"Well what do you expect me to do. You're always out and whenever you're with me you're never happy. You don't let me touch you or come next to you, Heck you flinch everytime I try to just hold your hand"
"Ayaan! That doesn't mean I'm cheating on you!"
"Then what does it mean!"
"I'm not ready! I'm not used to being this close to someone and you can't understand that. You know that I'm dealing with some stuff right now!" I say with my voice raising. I sigh loudly "Just leave me alone, I can't believe the person I'm supposed to trust is the one doubting me of doing such a sin!" I cut the call and grunt in anger. I punch the punching bag in front if me and watch it swing with force.