Zara

Chapter 15:Two Halves

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"Earth to Beebee "
She looked up to her mother who was giving her 'a' look, she knew that kind of  the look though, it's the one that says 'Don't tell me you are fine, just spill'.

That's not the hardest part, her mother's eyes can read the exact state of ones heart as conveyed by his face.

She can't risk her mother knowing that she was thinking of Zara, No, to be candid, Zara's father, her sense organs have been punishing her after their encounter, and when she came to know about Zara's innocent, everything got her down, she feels the weight of the earth on her.

Her eyes could see nothing, well except for the painful smile on his lips when she addressed Zara as a thief, Subhanallah, his facial hair, one sided dimple, he got the best complexion a man could ever have, his well ironed Shadda, how his Zanna bukar was perfectly perched on his head, she could see loneliness, heartbreak and sorrow in his orbs,

"Here I am mysterious Niqabi lady."
All she could hear was these six words,reminiscing them as if it was the only wisdom behind her possessing a mind and a brain, his voice was husky yet so serene, she could swear by Allah she forgot the test she had on hearing his voice, it explains calmness, gentleness and all.

His perfume, Oh wow,...

"A penny for your thoughts Beebee"

"Alhamdulillah,Astagfirullah" She muttered under her breath when her mother's voice saved her. Yes it saved her because she was violating Allah's rule. She is a married woman , that's what she keeps telling the people hunting her as if she were a game, Shazali in particular but here she is thinking about someone in a way only due to her husband.

"I'm sorry Baban Abdul" She apologized genuinely, more of to herself nonetheless.

"BB!!! What's bugging you for Allah's sake, you've been smiling for good five minutes, scrunching your face as if your skin was being peeled, and now came an apology. "

"Amma, wallahi, I swear... Uhmm... Astagfirullah... Nothing... It's Shazali... No... Bad Mouse that cooked my brain."
She stuttered looking at everywhere but her mother's face.

"Hmm" Amma hummed indicating she didn't agree to what her daughter said.

How could she tell her that she was thinking about someone, someone not her husband? She won't stoop so low,

"it's just the guilt of accusing an innocent child that is plaguing you" She  convinced herself.

"Amma Jala's Daddy ish beli kind jusht ash she ish, he even hugged me, Jala gave me her penshil I love them(Zara's Daddy is very kind just as she is, he even hugged me, Zara gave me her pencil I love them " Abdul grinned clapping his hands as he gisted his grandma, rescuing his mother from a series of interrogation.

"Amma I have test tomorrow, I can't risk failing two courses this semester. " Beebee announced heading to their library showering her son blessings for saving her.

"Beebee kenan" Amma shook her head smiling.

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"Abba, Yaya ish(is) angily(angry)at me, she won't call me her cutyyy again, Am I lily(really) shtubborn(stubborn)?,ish that why my Mommy left me? Pleash(Please) Abba call her flom(from) Aljanna I will be a good girl. " Zara cried profusely as she cluched onto her father.

He kept running soothing circles on her back, he couldn't talk for he will also breakdown, he couldn't see nor think straight, that Niqabi lady has loosen every single knot he thought he had tied, the memory of his wife became so new to him, not because she asked him to marry again, but amazingly, her voice, they way she rolled her eyes at him, the way she dragged Abdul to her car, the way she cat-walked,he couldn't see her mouth because of the Niqab but he could imagine her pout, and when she hissed...

His mother's voice kept echoing and reverbrating into his ears:

"If you are faced with problems, it means Allah has given you the solution to them, there will be obstacles, but pray and pray, peace will arrive your way. "

"It's okay my munchkin everything will be alright Uhmm? We will apologize to Yaya tomorrow Insha Allah, stop crying or do you want me to cry too? " He asked to which she shook her head.

"I will take you shopping later..."

"And we will buy Abdul penshil, a toy car and gun, ...then clayons." She cut him fluttering her wet eyelashes.

"Yes Zara'u what about Yaya? " He asked her teasingly.

She pouted before saying :

"Abaya(Gown) and perfume "

"Every disappointment is indeed a blessing, Alhamdulillah bikulli ni'imatin an'amta biha alaina" He prayed as he watched his daughter sleeping, breathing heavily maybe because of how heavily she cried.

"I will forever miss you Madre" He whispered as a lone tear escaped his right eye.

He smiled bitterly as she wasn't there to pacify him, to scold him on crying instead of praying for his parents, to beild him, love him, support and depend on him, they were entwined by eternal love , they compliment and  fight each other nevertheless fight for one another.

When he would say she was an arrow him being the bow, as dramatic as she was,she would say gun and bullet would rather be suitable.

They lived in synchrony,they were each others halves, she completed his deen Insha Allah, his Mar'atu Assaliha.

"I really miss you Zara,Allah ya jikanki da rahama (May your soul rest in peace).

Ni ne a kullum Wata ke kuma Zara (I'm forever the moon, and you are the star).

Assalamu Alaikum lovelies here we are, the journey is about to start, the next chapters will be flashback as far back to Muhammad and Zara's(his wife) life, it is gonna be in POVs, don't know how long it will take.

The book is about Zara, Moh's wife not his mother nor daughter. Hope you garrit.

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