Mrs.Mariam Abdul

"Please talk to me," I said to him. "Back at home, we used to solve problems quickly rather than letting them fester. But now, issues keep coming up one after another."

"It is nothing to do with you," he said, but his words pierced me like a hot knife.

He started to lightly massage and touch his head; could not he ask for assistance?He had been under a lot of stress recently. Who gave him a call on that day?Why was he getting so angry?Everything was going great when he opened the new hotels, so what went wrong?

Stubborn husband.

I promised myself to support him through all stages of life, even if he pushes me away.I am his wife, and he currently has no one else.

Just as I was about to go get oil for him, his voice interrupted me, and I was furious at him for saying such an absurd thing.

"You will no longer be coming to the office," he said authoritatively, as if there was no need for argument or discussion. I would never seen Khalid like this before. Why was he hurting both of us just a few weeks into our marriage? Was anyone threatening him?

"You and my parents agreed I could work," I said in a low voice as I went to sit next to him.

I tried to put some oil on his forehead, but he stood up; this was too much before he could continue. I blocked his path, and he narrowed his eyes, waiting for me to say something.

"Stop it!"Stop pushing me away when you are sick," I told him quietly, staring at him, as if he was torn between giving in and being stubborn.

"You will not go to the office tomorrow, got it," he said sternly, before sitting on the bed and lying down while I shook my head.

I massaged his head, prayed some Duas (prayers), and blew on him all while his gaze was fixed on me. He never turned his head, and I felt conscious around him; we had not been this close in a long time.

Once completed, there was an awkward silence in which none of us spoke. I recited Surah Kah'f next to him because it was Thursday. I always reminded my brother, and we used to recite it together. Praying that Khalid understands its significance is all I can ask for.

I told him, "Take a nap, I will make you some soup. I know we have a lot to talk about, but I will not pressure him. Instead, I will ask my dad or brother for ideas because they are the ones who know him better."

I told him again, hoping he would understand, "Please do not push me away."

He simply lay there, staring at me as if trying to figure something out, without responding.

I was surprised to hear him say, "You will be going at your parent's house next week." It felt like he was making the decision for me, pushing me away at first and then sending me to my parents.

Who made the statement?He was sitting with his head on the pillow when I ventured to ask him a question.

"Take these foolish notions out of your head, whatever we have to deal with together, I am not going anywhere,"I shouted, wiped away my tears, and hurried out the door before he could respond.

I must resolve this sooner. I will find out what is bothering him, or what he is hiding.

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I had considered deleting this story at one point, but it has now received 1.09k views.I hope you are all enjoying Khalid and Mariam. Thank you so much, everyone.

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