"A true relationship is like an intricate cloth sewn from the best, if one piece is cut, it can ruin the entire cloth piece!"
~Queen
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IQRA
I would be damned if i did not notice Shumayll's foul mood when he returned home from work
ammi and abba tried to question him but it was to no avail
"Shumayll what happened?" i asked him as he set on the bed, taking off his shirt
"Nothing" he replied, his eyes trained to the ground
"Shumayll what happened?" i pressed the issue and this time, i got a reaction that i did not expect
"IQRA! leave me alone please!!!!" he yelled at me and i flinched, a sudden fear of him settling within me
I stepped back
"I-I was ju- i will be back" with that i walked away, leaving him to his solitude
i did not want Shumayll to be on his own
but i also understood the need to be left alone to gather your thoughts
even though his words brought tears into my eyes and i gasped to hold them back as i set on the couch, switching on the TV to the cartoon, i knew he did not mean it and it was all fury talking
the cartoon played but i was not paying attention, my mind kept going back to my husband
was he alright?
should i go check up on him?
Or not?
My brain said no
but my heart said yes
I stood up and walked quietly into the room
I peered from the curtains and saw his dark shadow on the bed, still in that form
go to him or don't go to him?
"Iqra, i know you are there" he said, his voice hoarse and i knew he was crying
i had never seen Shumayll cry
never
I walked slowly towards him, waiting for his reaction
when i got nothing, i let out a breath of relief and set beside him
we set beside each other, the silence between us wrapping us around like a thick comfortable blanket
it was a good feeling
"Reality crushed me once again" he whispered and i turned my face slightly to face him
"It made me realize that society will never change, not until we all do" he whispered again and this time, his voice broke
an unfamiliar feeling set in my stomach, like i was out of breaths and someone was holding my throat, not letting me breathe
"My-My mother su- suffered" he whispered, his head in his hands and i knew he was crying
Immediately, i put my hand on his, to seek refuge from my pain or to give refugee to his, i don't know
I knelt down infront of him and removed his face from his hands
the sight infront of me made me whimper, a soft gasp leaving my lips
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