Sorry for errors.

Help others, forget, forgive, and live a short life—it is not easy, but it is not impossible.

Mrs Mariam:
I was about to turn the page in my favorite book when I heard a door crack and realized who it must be. A smile appeared on my face; at last, I had some time with him since I had left Muskan to rest and he had gone to see his uncle; although he was getting better, he and his daughter hardly spoke, and there seemed to be a problem between Imad and Muskan.

He sat next to me and said, "Hey, what are you thinking when your dear husband is next to you?" We both stared at each other for a long moment before I timidly turned away.

Thank God, he has been incredibly encouraging.

I said to him, "So much has happened in a short time," and he nodded.

"I promise to always be there for you. We will experience ups and downs, but we are all in love, and Allah wrote our story, so let us make this journey a beautiful one until paradise." He smiled, and I gave him a hug, wondering when he had turned into such a sap.

He asked, "What are you thinking?" and I simply shook my head.

"I am so happy to have you as my other half and I pray Almighty gives you long life. I can not imagine my life without you," I said in a dejected tone. "I had judged him also and he had broken my heart, but he came back for me and asked for me in a halal way," I said.

He said, "You are one of the best; we are both flawed, but that is what makes us a good couple," and we both grinned because we did not often have conversations like that.

*****

"Assalamualeikum sis,"Imad greeted and I smiled I knew why had called all way from his office and especially when he was busy.

"Waleikumsalam,"I replied without telling him anything else because I knew he cared about someone but he had ego all of sudden.

"How's uncle,?"he asked after a long pause and I just smiled.

"He's fine,"I told him since they were busy Imad and Khalid  were having meeting with some foreigners about hotels. I was at home taking care and preparing lunch.

"You know you can ask,"I finally said just to see his response.

"Nah it's fine I just called to check up on uncle,"he lied I knew it that damn stubborn guy when will he realise.

"Okey just to inform you she's healing and better than before and she kept telling me to thank you,"I told him just to ease tension between  them.

"I just did what any other person would have done in my place, okey your husband is already in and take care,"he said while greeting Khalid and we both disconnected the call.

I prepared lunch and headed towards uncles door and found tears rolling down his eyes while he just started blankly and when he saw me he smiled but smile didn't even reach his eyes.

"Here your favourite chicken biriani,"I gave him a plate half filled since he was hardly even finishing whatever we put for him due to cough.

"Thank you," he said, acknowledging that he was gradually changing. I thanked Allah for leading him to the correct path at that point, since he had hardly spoken to Khalid's father before because the latter was now providing for Khalid by providing food and shelter even though Khalid was not their biological son.

"Can I come in?" a voice interrupted our thoughts, and uncle simply stared at the window.

I motioned for her to come in because there had been news all morning about a girl being kidnapped, and some had taken her pictures, so her image had been ruined. A girl has to be more cautious than a guy. Why?That is the way of life; one mistake and everything is over for her.

"Assalamualaikum, dad," she said, and he at least responded rather than ignoring her.

"Waleikumsalam," just a short message, but something is better than nothing.

What had her life become? From spoiled princess to loner, from having everything to craving simple conversation or love at the moment.I hope they mend their relationship. After all, some daughters are closer to their fathers.

"Have lunch."I was about to give her a plate, but she declined.

"I will wait and have lunch with you," she said with a weak smile, and I nodded. Perhaps she just wanted to see her father.

A ringing of my phone startled me and my smile widened. It was Khalid. I checked the time, and it was 3 p.m.

"We will have lunch at home; have you had yours?" he inquired.

"No!I am waiting for you," I said, and waited for a response.

"We will be there in five minutes," he said, leaving me to wonder who he was bringing.

"Us?Are there any other people with you?"I inquired, certain that I heard someone chuckle on the other end; he must have assumed I was being envious. My idiotic husband.

"Relax wifey, it is just Imad and a surprise for you. I also wanted to discuss something with you," he said, and I was about to ask him what, but he just said goodbye and hung up the phone.

Ah!I dislike it when someone fails to finish what he started. Now I will have to wait until the evening; he always enjoys half sentences.