The Elahim Brothers

Fabricate into Fragments

The casualties of being a human is that you are selfish.

As a human, I shared the prospect with denial.

I ate all meals by myself.

Every hour I knocked. I had no answers. I hated myself for everything I had turned into. I was unaware of my actions. Now I was returning to the hollow that I was from the maniac I became.

I knocked again and sighed.

He opened the door and ate his meal.

After an hour when I saw the time to be melting, I apologized.

"You apologize but are you really sorry Ladyship? " he said.

I had lost everything now, I was raw;flesh, skin, bones, ruined.

I did not answer. Perhaps I was the most hypocritical woman to have ever exist. The detachment from him wrenched me. I said to myself "Am I going to be so distant from him only for the reason of his mental illness "

There was only the question, not the answer.

We lived a funny life for a week thence. We ate separately, we slept in different rooms and we did not speak.

I was not answering the questions.

Easily recognizable, hardly acceptable.

I met Miss Rosalind again.
We had a dry chatter.
She assumed me to be unhappy of the marriage. She knew the secret I was just introduced to. Somehow I still was figuring it out. Unhappy?

On fourteenth day of this journey.

The black leather gloves finally was kept before me.

"I cannot apologize for what I am, nor can I be ashamed of it" he stated.

"I am sorry" I held his left hand.

"forgiven "

"I should never have acted so strangely "

"If I were a normal girl married to a mad man without my consent, I would have been wilder" he whispered.

I shook my head blinking tears.

"Start over? " he tucked my hair behind my ear.

I nodded.

He kissed my forehead.

It was freezing.
We were having our soup. The warmness of the fire place was relieving our cold hands.

"What is it like to see me from your eyes? "he asked.

Lying beside him, in a week now. It almost feels like home.

"I don't know ,what do you mean?"

He bobs his head.

"You are beautiful Lady Falaq-Naaz " he said.

"Thank you Al-Souffian "

I was not listening to him. I was listening to myself. The humble torture of questions rising in me. Sudden realization of sadness.

Is he home?

"Al-Souffian, do you love me? " I asked. Uncertain of the answer.

"I married you"

It has to be the most beautiful thing to be said. The bond marriage to be so sufficient for someone.

The way he looks at this, the way I look at this. He says he married me.
I say I was married to him.
There's a gigantic difference.
I want to dissolve in that line, I want to evaporate.
I wish I could discontinue.