Me And You

Chapter 4

"The hell you're doing in my room?" A loud voice boomed like a thunder, bolting in the sky, shaking everything in the process.

I didn't have time to even contemplate about, what went wrong, before I was thrown on the floor. Removing the bangs from my eyes, which were poking me continuously, my gaze flickered on the floor and then at the bed, repeating it again and again.

It didn't took me long enough to look in his eyes which were now blazing red in anger, making me flinch imwardly.

"I asked you something" he yelled, again.

Doesn't he remember anything?

For the first time in two years he had looked at me with pure affection. Not even once also, he had shouted at me.

Doesn't he remember anything?

How he wrapped his arms around my waist or the how he rested his head on my lap?

Doesn't he remember anything?

How he had asked me to press his forehead for the first time after our re-marriage. In fact, the whole time yesterday he was awfully quiet and was being very polite to me, which was so not him in reality!

Yes, he doesn't remember anything.

I looked at the clock and it was 4 a.m. and then I looked at him, who was still looking at me with an irritated expression. Sighing, I quietly got up and slowly started walking towards the door.

Turning the knob to the left, I opened the gate stepping out of the room when he again questioned, "You're not going anywhere without answering me!"

Turning to my right slightly, I replied "You needed me."

With that I left his room without giving him a second glance. Coming to my room, I sat down on the bed, filling the glass with water that was placed on the bedside table. I took my own sweet time to drink. After I finished drinking water, I got up to make wudu, it was already fajr time.

After doing my wudu, I spread the Musallah properly before standing on it and pouring my heart out to my best friend my Rab. After finishing my prayer, I raised my hand up to make dua.

"Ya Allah! I know I'm a sinner. I've committed very grave sins which can't be forgiven but I also know that You are Ar-Raheem, the bestower of Mercy. Have mercy on me my Bestfriend, please I beg you to forgive me for disobeying you and my Zawj. I've not listened to Your Commands nor did anything to make myself a better Muslimah in this world. You created me and I ignored You my Bestfriend! Oh Rab! Please forgive me...forgive me for every mistakes I've made in my enitre life uptil now, forgive me for the tears that have poured down from my husband's eyes and my son's eyes, forgive me for not fulfilling a mother's duty when my child needed me the most.

How could I've been so compelled by the Satan that not even once also I realized that my husband needed me during day, afternoon, evening and at night. Ya Al-Malik, the King and Owner of Dominion, how did I even forget that You are the one who possesses the disposal of all affairs and how did I forgot to be humble in front of The King of Kings, how did I forgot that I am Your abd(slave), how did I cross the boundaries that was set by my Allah. How..." I weeped and weeped.

"Bestfriend it hurts, it hurts alot! But I also know that I've to bare more. I have built myself very strong, but, You, my Rab, know very well that I'm very weak. I can't see hate against me anymore in my Ashar's eyes. It hurts so bad whenever he looks at me with so much hatred filled in his eyes. Please, just make him give me a second chance to prove myself. Please Allah, just give me a second chance to amend all my mistakes, Please."