Unfixable fixing

Chapter Thirty One

"But few of My servants are truly grateful." Quran: suratul saba; verse 13

How sad is this?
Allah is very kind to us but yet we don't even truly appreciate all the blessings he blessed us with,
Subahanallah! We need to change our ways, Allah is indeed the most Merciful.

Norahs pov

He didn't even spare me another glance and just walk out of the room, seated on our bed watching him leave in utter shock.

"I can't believe him." I whisper to myself.

How can he just walk out on me? In the midst of us talking serious?

I stood up to go talk to him, i didn't nothing to cover up my silky, sleeveless night gown, and walk out of the room.

He isn't in the living room, i check my room, he isn't there too, not even the kitchen,

He definitely is in the balcony, i walk towards it and true to my words the door is wide open, Samir is sitting on a swing chair, i sat beside him and he didn't even look at me.

"Samir." I called silently, he is still silent.

"Look, i am sorry, i was just looking ou-"

"I won't talk about this, so do yourself a favor and keep quiet." He cut me off and stood up to walk out.

I take a hold of his wrist before he walks away, my eyes pleading with him; "Let me help you." I caress his wrist with my thumb, his eyes capture mine and it softened for a bit.

"I don't need your help." He wiggle his hands out of mine; "You are my husband Samir," I said lowly, caressing his cheeks.

"That's not news to me." He says nonchalantly and walk out.

I sigh defeatedly on the swing chair, it's almost 3 in the morning.

We've been married for over three months now and for the past two weeks straight he has been having constant nightmares, and this strong headed human won't talk to me about it, nor accept my request to visit a therapist.

I never knew he still has nightmares, i mean it's been over 6 years since the accident, may Allah forgive them.

Unknowingly to him i booked a therapy session for him, he didn't go when i told him about and he decided to start giving me the silent treatment since the day before yesterday, we greet each other and that's all, he has stopped kissing my forehead like he used to whenever he comes back from the office, i don't get it tho,

Is it a crime for me to help my husband?

He is just been unnecessarily stubborn, earlier the nightmare was very intense, it even result in him vomiting his dinner,

Now tell me, isn't that super serious?

But, no, he won't listen,

Egoistic jerk.

I stood up from the comfortable swing chair and walk back inside after locking the balcony door,

Samir is praying salah in the living room, i sigh and walk back to our room, I am not praying, if not I'd have joined him.

Once lying down on our bed i began to think where i actually go wrong as a wife, i mean did i follow the wrong ways in trying to help?

I don't know, i place my palm on my forehead.

Few minutes or hours later,

Sleep overtook me.

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