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- KING'S POV -
"So, mash wasn't that hard to make, was it?" She smirked at me, rinsing the soap off of the plate in her hand before handing it to me. I laughed while I dried it with the tea towel and put it on top of the stack of plates in the cupboard.
"I don't know about that, I found it quite challenging. Something about waiting for the potatoes to boil didn't quite make sense." I joked, making her burst out in laughter as she handed me a cup.
We joked around as we washed the dishes and then decided to put on a lecture. We sat on the couch, turning the lights off and covering our bodies with a blanket while I searched Islamic lecture on YouTube on the TV, skimming through the videos until I found one that called out to me.
"How are you feeling about starting work tomorrow?" She asked me softly while I kept looking.
I took in a breath, and sighed. "Mixed emotions, I guess. I'm happy in one sense that I'm going to have a steady, and most likely, very permanent, job, but then I'm anxious that my dad's going to piss me off about something and I'm going to leave or something."
It was true. Alhamdulillah I couldn't be more glad that I was officially starting work at the firm tomorrow, but just because it seemed like the ideal situation, I couldn't help but entertain the risk of getting fed up with my dad and leaving in a spur of the moment.
"Don't say that." She spoke. "You said it yourself that you saw a side to your dad that you've never seen before."
I nodded. "Yeah, but who's to say he isn't lying? I still have to talk to Linda or Greg, or even Louise. Why would they have all lied to me?"
She cleared her throat, lifting her head upward to look at me, her head still on my shoulder, the light from the TV giving a blue hue to her features. "Maybe your dad made them lie...so that you don't think badly of your mum." She assumed.
Considering everything that my dad had told me, that could have been true, but it was difficult to wrap my head around the fact that my dad had practically sacrificed 15 years of happiness for my sake, and had spent his days trying to protect me from my mother. How could that have been true when I'd spent my entire life hating my father?
Why wouldn't he tell me this years ago? If he was in fact telling the truth and I didn't have any reason of hating him, then could it have been that he had sacrificed a potential relationship between the two of us, simply so I could continue to have a strong bond to my mother?
"Maybe he is a good person after all." A'ishah whispered, looking up at me with apprehension.
Maybe.
I looked down at her, smiling slightly and pecking her lips.
"Enough of this conversation." I exhaled, "I'm putting this one on." I clicked onto a video about Gheebah and the sheikh began with the du'a for beginning a lecture.
"Brothers and sisters, we are having this lecture tonight, even though we have had it many times. Why? It seems like for some reason this sin is the easiest for us. Muslims don't think twice about it. You engage in it before you even realise what's happening. You give yourself excuses and try to take away from the gravity of the sin. Let me start off by saying that it is an obligation upon every single Muslim to guard his or her tongue from evil. Evil of the tongue includes being disrespectful, cursing, slandering, insulting, uttering words of shirk, lying and other things."
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