"Ramadan Mubarak," Maryam Khala greeted as she met Hafsa at the market on the morning of the first day of Ramadan. Hafsa smiled widely. She greeted her and the two leaped into conversation. Khala's youngest daughter was with child.
It had been long since the want for having a baby with Saaqib had vanished from Hafsa's mind. It was rather a surprise when she found out that he couldn't give her a baby, and although she was sad and desperate, she knew better to cry over what couldn't be changed.
At nearly 3 o' clock, Hafsa served lunch to Saaqib who had said that he felt too nauseous to keep a fast that day. Hafsa had seen little changes in his behaviour and knew that if she could just be determined and persuasive, then it wouldn't be very hard to make Saaqib fast.
"Fasting is the third pillar of Islam, you know? It's an obligation for a Muslim who's well off." Hafsa started conversing when Saaqib had finished eating. "When you feel better you should start fasting again. You'll be reminded of the value of food and get rewarded for following His command too." He sent a look towards her, which, if Hafsa had judged correctly, was of guilt.
He has it in him, he is still good. Just a little effort and he will be back to his previous self, maybe become even better.
That day during iftaar, Hafsa resolved to help her husband no matter what it took.
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SpiritualHafsa kept on weeping and sobbing, Saaqib didn't understand why. It was he who got hurt, why was she crying?
