The Deeds Of Arba (Book 3 To The Wali Family Series)

Prologue

At first, I decided to put this chapter as an epilogue in The Sins of Aziz. But then I thought it would be better to start like this because I have already concluded the book in a good way. Here is the prologue. This prologue marks the end of a relationship, but a beginning to many better things for our Yusra. 

Dear my wife,

When I first lay eyes on you, I was mesmerized. It felt as if I was seeing an angel. You were so innocent and so perfect. I thought, hey this woman is not meant for this world. I was right. The world was cruel towards you. The world broke your beautiful heart into so many pieces that when I lay eyes on you after Ibrahim died, all I saw was an empty shell. You weren't living anymore. You only breathed for you son Aziz. Then I bought utter grief to you by marrying you, masking my desire for you as a responsibility to protect you. See Yusra, I loved you ever since you were introduced as Ibrahim's wife. But I had kept it hidden in the deepest of my heart, so hidden to the point where I wasn't sure if I even loved you. But Allah made plans for Ibrahim. We lost him together. Your son lost his father. I took you as my wife, as my equal. I never thought of you as a burden. I thought of you as my wife. But then Farooq ruined everything.

I remembered seeing you after our Nikah. I was so mesmerized I couldn't move. I fell in love with you all over again. Then, came the piercing cries of Aziz, as he lay in the cradle seeking your attention. I was screaming with excitement to make him my son. I remember taking my son in my arms for the first time. His big green eyes looked up at me with a twinge of fear. Then the boy sniffled ever so lightly, and he smiled. I'll never forget that. We spent our wedding night putting this beautiful child to rest. That night was the night I promised myself to make you smile. I vowed to never give you any grief. But I did. Yusra I broke my promise. Oh Yusra, I broke it so easily.

You know Yusra, Aziz was always my son, and will always be. Yes, we've done him wrong. We've hurt him to the point where seeking forgiveness is not an option any longer. Yusra, I don't blame him. Because if my mother was tortured the way you were, I would make the world my enemy. I would fight the world to avenge her. But remember, that boy will always be my eldest son. He will always be ours. I hope through years he can learn to put aside the bitterness and move on to bigger and better things. Oh Yusra. I'm so sorry. Yusra don't make him your enemy. I know you will not forgive Aziz. But you must. You must forgive him, for he is your only ally.

Yusra I would like to end this letter by apologizing for what I am about to do now. See Yusra I let my desires take the better of me and married you. I now wish we hadn't because being with me had given you nothing but grief. Now, I have set you free my love. This is the only good deed I may have done towards you. Yusra, I will atone for my sins by loving you from afar. I will never marry again. I will ensure that you are safe and fed. With this I have removed the shackles that bind you. With this you are a free woman.

I divorce you Yusra Wali

Your once captive,

Rayhan Wali