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Part 29 - Depressingly Dark Thoughts

Part 29 – Depressingly Dark Thoughts

"Do the people think that they will be left to say, 'We believe' and they will not be tried? But We have certainly tried those before them, and Allah will surely make evident those who are truthful, and He will surely make evident the liars."

~ Surah Ankaboot, verse 2 and 3.

Faraaz's anger boiled the longer that Fadiyah slept on his chest. He was beyond furious by the time she fell off to sleep again, because she had cried herself to sleep. She had tired herself out and he loathed the fact that his sister was a contributor to her abduction. Fadiyah hadn't gotten to that point yet, but he saw his sister walking out of that house with her head held high, strutting down the pathway as if she was not a co-conspirator in his wife's abduction.

Over the last three days he had not received any information from the police regarding the case, but he knew that if he pressed them for any updates, they will divulge everything. Armed now with what he knew first hand from Fadiyah, he wanted his sister and that abominable man to suffer the full extent of the law and he was going to insist on it. Right after he had some words with Rasheed in private.

His blood burned to be alone with him. To make him suffer the way his beautiful Fadiyah had suffered. Made her sleep where she excreted? To treat her worst than someone would treat an animal? Beat her? Violate her personal space? And the worst yet, to kiss her, while knowing she was a married woman. None of those would go unpunished, and that was a promise Faraaz made with a heavy heart.

Allah forbids harming another Muslim, but what was Faraaz supposed to do? Both his sister and Rasheed were Muslims, but neither of them had any reservations when it came to harming Fadiyah. Muslim men were supposed to treat women with the utmost respect, they were not supposed to harm them or treat them harshly. How can either of them call themselves Muslims if they behaved in the manner that they have? How could they live knowing that they had intentionally caused harm to another Muslim? That they had physically abused her?

Knowing that he was wrong, Faraaz didn't really want to go against Allah's Word. He didn't want to harm another Muslim, but his heart. Oh, his heart wanted him to sharpen a sword and slice off Rasheed's head for even contemplating touching his Fadiyah. How could he let the man live after harming his wife? How could he let his sister live?

His heart was in turmoil. How could he decide their final fate for either of them? Allah was the Judge of all, Allah was the most Just. Only Allah alone has the right to decide their fate. How could he, a measly human, a mere slave of Allah, decide to kill someone?

Frustrated, Faraaz called Waqqaar in to assist him.

It was around ten o' clock when Fadiyah woke up. She squinted as she sat up and looked around her. Faraaz was gone, his spot on the bed ice cold and she knew he had left her to sleep. It was the first time since she had been ripped away from him that she had managed to have a good sleep – even if it was only for two and a half hours. Checking that the bedroom door was shut, Fadiyah untied her scarf, readjusted it and straightened it before she got off the bed. It hurt to even lift her arms over her head to tie the scarf, to drape it, but she did.

Every inch of her body ached. The parts that were not covered in bruises felt as if they were stretched more than they could bear, and it added to her lethargy, her desire to do noting but heal. But she could not heal.

She didn't know if Ilhaam had killed Rasheed or not, she didn't know what the outcome would be of their trials. Would they even have trials? Or would their parents buy them out of the crime that they had committed? Fadiyah knew that if Faraaz and Aasif stood behind Ilhaam then it would be more than enough for her to walk away as a free woman. However, seeing how understanding and accepting Faraaz had been when she told him the horrible truth, Fadiyah doubted that he would be lenient towards his sister. She hadn't told him the full extent of what they had subjected her to, and she could not do it while she had cried and cried like a stupid, worthless, weak and broken girl.