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"Thank you." I heard him heave
Intense
His heart beat against the back of my chest and his breaths fell on my hair. I wondered how my hair got uncovered. I had a scarf on a little while ago.
Deena you can't tell him just yet
If he can be angry at his own parents because of his uncle then who are you?
He had mentioned that Uncle H. was more than an uncle to him. He had said that he was his mentor and guardian, that he'd do anything to save his reputation because Uncle H. could never hurt even a fly, he had said he was a helper of the society and was known for his humbleness and humanitarian activities. He had mentioned that his uncle would do anything for his parents but they never trusted him, not for once. He had told me that his uncle had always been there for him, for the whole family. He had said a lot of things that night and I couldn't just digest them. One thing was clear now, Khalil trusted his uncle more than his parents and he was clueless about the mischiefs he had done. He wasn't even ready to listen to his own parents.
Ya Allah
I stayed awake under his strong gentle arm, not able to clear my head, not able to come in terms with everything. I wanted to help him find out the truth, to help him find the pieces of puzzle on his table and to help him solve it, but how could I. Did he trust me, could he? Was I in the place to do that?
These, and so many other thoughts ran through my mind. They kept me awake till I heard the Azaan, the morning Azaan.
Oh my God
I stayed up all night
I sat up with a yawn.
"Khalil." I called out to wake him up
I felt I shouldn't wake him up like that, he was my husband. I felt I should call him not by his name, it was heavy. It was strange, this and everything.
He looked exhausted and I didn't want to disturb his sleep, but he had to pray.
"Hey, wake up. It's time for Fajr." I nudged him a little and he mumbled something and turned away.
"Wakey wakeyy." I sang into his ears
"Please no. I need more sleep." He mumbled
"No. You need to get up and pray and get ready for work." I continued to nudge him
"Please. Five minutes."
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DEENA (Complete)
Fiction généraleDeena, a deeply sensitive and strong-willed individual, carries the weight of a haunting trauma that constantly shadows her. Her unwavering optimism becomes a guiding light, pushing her to defy her own vulnerability. But as Deena's path intertwines...
