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Chapter 8

Zaky Pov

I am married for the last time. Maybe my mum will forget about me for a moment.

I got married to Iqra on 14th of January but I tried to escape her, I told her that I will go to Canada for work then when I arrived at Canada I set off to Hawaii. I enjoyed myself here during a month. Iqra stayed at her parents place.

After a month I returned back, she came back too. I show her the room then I went to work in another room. Finally I did not sleep in the same room as her. So the days passed by and it became a routine. Then I learnt that Iqrah did not have romantic feelings for me she was only after my money. Me too I was not interested in her.

Two months have passed away my mum came at my place telling that she want some grandkids, she thought that Iqrah have some problems. I was against it but she persisted for me to accept it.

I got married to Hajrah on the 20th of March. The first day I showed Hajrah her room, I left her and went back in my other room. When I came back I saw that she was sleeping. I returned back in my room. I was happy that she was sleeping so that I could escaped.

The next day she was talking with Iqra as if they were friends. I heard Hajrah saying that I will never found true love, I am a submissive guy and she will divorce me. Iqra stated that she too will divorce me.

On the 30th of July my mum married me with another girl Samira. I married her because her parents wanted her to get married to me. So good news for me, she was not in for this wedding I was able to escape.

Finally my mom married me with Zakkiyah. I was used to it so I accepted because I know that a muslim man can be married to only 4 women so I will not be forced again. After this I will choose someone who will loved me.

Iqra, Hajrah and Samira did not even loved me I heard them, I am sure that Zakkiyah is like them. They were all after my wealth. But my mum is so optimistic I can't make her understand. One day I will divorce all of them.

I entered the room which I told Zakkiyah to stay. I was surprised to see her. The other stayed in the room I showed them then the next day they shifted to the room of Iqra. Zakkiyah was here sleeping with a dress below her knees, her hair around her shoulders. I admit it she was really pretty.

I sat on the bed using my phone. I was so tired, my eyes became heavy. I opened my eyes I saw a soft blanket on me I smiled at myself it was her. Maybe I will gave her a chance. She was not in the room, I assumed that she was praying.

I left the room. I went to the mosque and then I prepared myself to go to my work. I saw a bread packed for me so I took it. Zakkiyah is doing her best so even if I don't like her I can accept her kindness.