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Chapter 25

Hey guys, I was just going through a few chapters of BV and I noticed a lot of errors. I'm sorry about that because I get bored re reading the chapters after writing and sometimes when I do read them again I only have what I intended to write playing in my mind so I don't see the mistakes + I never have time to edit later on. Hope you bear with me😙😙😙😙 ILYA❤

I hope everyone had an amazing Eid. May Allah grant our hearts desires and make us content...ameen
-Raheena💖

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It's been just a few hours since I met with Mr anonymous. I can't sleep l, I can't eat, I can't do anything. I just need to know the truth.
I turned over on my orthopaedic bed for the millionth time hoping that I'd somehow fall asleep.

*7:59 The next morning

I heard a loud scream that jolted me out of my peaceful slumber. I had barely just managed to sleep. I stood up with my heart beating fast trying to locate where the scream came from. The first person that came to my mind was Zahra...I hadn't seen her in a long time. The last few encounters we had was of her begging for forgiveness and I bluntly rejected. I walked quickly out of my room to go see if she's okay but I guess the screen wasn't really from Zahra because something stopped me dead in my tracks, Musa was strangling bahijja... I ran quickly towards them and pushed him away and gave him a jaw breaking punch.

'How dare you come to my house and try to kill my wife?' I asked not expecting an answer. He held his thumb to the side of his lip, I'm guessing it started bleeding. I picked bahijja up from the ground bridal style and took her to my room. She looked vulnerable, this was a side of her I had never seen. Her eyes met with mine softly and spoke a thousand words but only that I couldn't understand them. If only she could remain this way, we'd leave peacefully. Her face was bruised and her lips were swollen, you could hardly see her right eye. He must have hit her badly...She's pregnant, I remembered l. I put my palm on her stomach and pressed it down lightly and she screamed of pain. This is worse than I thought, I picked her up again and hurried to my car.

'I'm sorry but she lost the baby' those were the only words running through my head. That's wasn't even the worst, She was HIV positive.
After hearing that I rushed to have a test done but the results won't be out till the next day. If Musa was the father of her child then definitely she got infected through him, that only leaves one more person at risk...Zahra. I need to bring her in for a test, but she will never follow me because of all that I've done to her these past few weeks but I can only try.

I knocked softly on her door and to my surprise she opened it quickly. With a straight face she asked what I wanted. 'I need you to go to the hospital with me, bahijja was taken there this afternoon and-' she cut me short. 'Do you expect me to go for ziyara? You want me to go with a clear mind asking how she's doing or you want me to play the nanny role which one?' She asked not even bothering to let me continue my statement. She hissed and was about to close her door then I put my hand in between to atop it from closing...oh Allah, what an excruciating pain, she was too fast and I was too slow...The door almost took of my arm. I grunted in pain but she didn't seem to care, I maned up and cleared my voice. 'Hear me out would you, bahijja Is HIV positive and you need to run a test too because I believe she got infected through musa'. The look on her face was priceless, it was funny but the situation at hand was too serious for me to laugh...

'I-i-i let me get my veil' she stammered as she replied in defeat. That's was actually a lot easier than I thought. I looked down at my hand that she almost removed earlier, it has started to bleed, I need to get it checked out at the hospital.

The drive was silent and it felt kind of awkward. I tried bringing up conversations but she never replied, her gaze was fixed on the outside world. The tone of her phone brought her back to reality, she looked at the caller ID and let put a sigh. I couldn't guess who she was talking to but it sounded serious. 'Yes yes I understand, I'll keep trying. I promise I will grant your request in due time' that was all I could make out because her voice was very low, even I that was seating a few meters beside her could barely hear her so how could the person at the other end of the line?

She winced from pain and squeezed her face. I guess she didn't like needles. After the sample was taken she requested for something sweet, I guess her blood sugar must have gone down.

'Bahijja I need you to be open with me, why was musa trying to kill you?' Every effort to get any information from her proved abortive. She didn't move, speak or do anything. She just stared into blank space. ''Hmmm I'll be back tomorrow to check on you, rest up and if you need anything ring this bell' I said as I pushed a bell to her hand 'one of the nurses will come running'.

I started the ignition and sat thinking about how messed up my life is. I'm stuck between two crazy women who have one man in common, musa. He got both of them pregnant and he's ruining both their lives. I never knew I liked Zahra till I let her go and I was just lusting over Bahijja that's why I brought her home thinking I was doing the right thing. I'm so messed up, may Allah help me out of this mess.

I drove out of the hospital and unto the freeway, I played the audio quran u had in my car and Al-nisa came on, it's a Surah about women and A particular verse really got to me...

4:34. Men are the full maintainers of women, because Allâh has made one of them excel the other, and because men spend out of their wealth on them. So virtuous women are those who are obedient (to Allâh) and guard (their own chastity as well as the rights and secrets of their husbands even) in (their) absence, as Allâh has guarded (the women's rights). As for those women (on whose part) you apprehend disobedience and bad behavior, you may admonish them (first lovingly) and (then) refuse to share their beds with them and (as a last resort) punish them (mildly). If they, then, obey you, you shall seek no other way against them. Indeed, Allâh alone is High, (and) Great.

I fear the punishment of Allah because I never was just to any of my wives. The first line really speaks about me, I never took into consideration Zahra's feelings or needs. I just saw her as a statue or rather an obstacle that I needed to remove from my home. I am regretful for I have brought misfortune upon myself. This is why one should never follow duniya, when you do you will never be on the right path, rather you will be on the path of self destruction. Ya Allah forgive me.. I cried with tears springing out and my nose running, I was starting to have a headache.

I drove around in circles trying to clear my head before going back home. I was at the last traffic stop before getting home when my phone rang, it was an unknown number, again. I cleared my voice and picked up the call. 'Hello' I said waiting for the caller to respond 'I've gotten what you wanted, it's not been up to a day but the result is accurate, at jimeta junction there's a lamp post, under there you will see a brown envelope, it's yours and in return drop a blank cheque with your signature. What I'm about to give you is more expensive than any amount of money you have in mind'. With that he hung up. I drove as fast as I could to the designated point.

I looked around the area making sure no body sees me, I slipped out the envelope and dropped the check then walked hurriedly towards my car. I couldn't wait any longer, I tore open the envelope and about 7 pictures and a folded A4 paper so I gathered them back onto my lap. I opened the paper first and it read 'This is the woman You wanted to find' I anxiously swallowed a lump in my throat and turned the picture around. This guy must be playing with my sense, they were all not clear. I opened the car door and got out to go get my check back when and picture fell to the ground with its face up. It was clear.. I bent to pick it. For some reason this woman looked very familiar but I couldn't place her, maybe she's just some random person I saw on the streets. I looked around the area hoping to see if I'd find Mr anonymous but there wasn't even an ant. I looked back down at the picture in my hand and my heart almost came out of my mouth.

I know this woman... Extemely well.

Hey guys🙌 this chapter is dedicated to all of you...Thanks for showing Broken Vows so much love ❤❤ Jazakhallahu Khairan💋💋

It's been long since I did Zahra's POV so I'll try to make it next In shaa Allah.

With love,
Raheena💖
Fi Amanillah.