OBLIVIOUS REDEMPTION

CHAPTER 35: The Miser

~Challenges are gifts that force us to search for a new center of gravity. Don't fight them, Just find a new way to stand~

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Yasmeen:

The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances. if there is any reaction, both are transformed. Either In a good way or bad

As time went by, I figured out that Ahmad is a well packaged lie I had fallen blindly in love with, And we all know that love is a glass which makes even a monster appear fascinating.

The more I got to know him, the more the love I have for him diminishes

Though I had not had the strength to shake off the spell that bound me to him, I had lost all spontaneity of feeling, and seemed to myself to be passively awaiting a fate I could not avert.

So with curious eyes and sick surmise, I watched him day by day, And wondered what would become of us in the near future, For I cannot tell to what red hell his sightless soul may stray.

Ahmad has always lived a life of pretense, not a real life. A simulated existence, not a genuine existence. Everything about him, everything he is has always been pretense. Never genuine, never real.

The only real thing about him is his pursuit for money, but the pursuit for money is sometimes empty and soul-destroying,

The most difficult thing for him is giving out money, especially to me. Spending money is the thing he hates the most, it's like cutting off a part of his flesh.

Beware of those who are stingy, for they would rather sting you than give you anything.

Me asking for money for our daily life necessities was when we started to have serious problems.

"I want beans cake for breakfast, come and see this one" Ahmad said, disrupting my line of thoughts.

He quickly unlocked his phone and showed me a picture of beans cake he has saved in it.

"A friend of mine made it. Her husband is a very lucky guy, she knows how to take care of men unlike you" he said, looking at me like a total failure

Though I have gotten used to being compared with his exes, sisters, friends or colleagues, I don't even know why I still felt offended when he did it for maybe the hundredth time if not more.

"Are you sure this is about beans cake? Because if it is, you have gone too far" I said

"How can you compare me with another woman and tell me that she is even better?" I asked

"Because it's the truth. So many people have warned me, but I did not listen. They told me that people from the particular part of the country you come from do not know how to take care of men, and it turned out to be true" he concluded

I don't even have an answer to that, I just watched him with my mouth ajar, rejoicing in his victory

The thing I dread the most is asking Ahmad for money or to buy anything in general. If I did, I never hear the end of it. But right now, it's better than this belittling insult, so I decided to end the conversation by asking him to buy what I needed for the beans cake

"We don't have beans. You should buy it please, so that I'll be able to make what you want for you" I told him

"Oh my God, how much is beans that you cannot buy out of your own pocket? Some women even help their husbands pay rent and furnish their houses. But here you are, not being able to buy a kilo of beans for yourself. What a miser" he retorted