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May Allah lessen the amount of complaints on our lips, and make us more grateful for things we have.

May Allah make us more Contented, give us foresight and sabr.

Juma'at Mubarak❤️

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Being surrounded by nature is one the thing Khadijah would say has been the only constant in her life, because whatever happened she would have to admit that after twenty five years, what she would have said is supposed to be constant turns out to be the opposite of that.

Not many people have a drastic maternal change at twenty five, she was still trying to come to terms with everything her father had said which is why she escaped the house, going to the garden/courtyard she used to spend all her time in after she came back home.

Somehow the worst moment of her life was also the best, actually she wouldn’t call her divorce from Suleiman the worst moment but the mental trauma she went through after it was challenging and then finding out she was pregnant mere weeks after wasn’t easy, she was still in the hospital when they found out.

It was a surprise for everyone because after the surgery she had thought that was her last chance of having a child, it took a while for her to accept it and to believe everything would be fine. Sadiya had coached her during that time and knowing she was pregnant too, it was one of the best times in her life, experiencing something as beautiful as motherhood with her sister.

That was the first time she would say she experienced pregnancy fully, she has had four miscarriages in a marriage of two years but she lived in the moment then, feeling her baby’s first kick for the first time.

All her miscarriages happened in the first trimester, so she has only heard of things like that but experiencing it, it was the best part of everything for her, she didn’t know how she managed to stay sane after being told her daughter had died, she was fine when she was born but her lungs weren’t fully developed, it was a common occurrence and she was confident she would survive it, she was already counting the days until she was out of the incubator and in her arms only to be told that gruesome news.

She hadn’t felt empty then, with everything that she has been through she mostly felt emptiness but then, the type of pain she felt was excruciating.

Not wanting to recall any of that, she shook her head pulling herself from the painful memories, bringing herself back to the soft rustling of trees and scent of air.

“Peaceful, isn’t it?” she looked up at the voice, wondering how she didn’t hear the footsteps.

The mental debate she had for how to answer that was all but two seconds before she nodded, Fatimah Batool pointed at the other chair asking permission, Khadijah nodded although stiffly.

Just because she wasn’t shouting didn’t mean she was fine with everything, she understood each of their arguments. She felt for umma knowing firsthand what it meant to lose a child, however she had reacted to the loss exactly how you would expect from a woman who lost her child moments after finding out her husband has another family, what she couldn’t accept was her mother giving her up so easily.

Whatever Umma went through was hard on any mother but Khadijah thought if she had a daughter somewhere, she would do anything to make sure she was in her life, even if she was going to give up her custody she would at least visit her, assure her she loved her more than everything in the world.

She only wanted one thing answered which is why she didn’t leave the house after the wave of the panic attack had left her.

“I don’t know what you are thinking right now and I won’t even try to guess.” She heard her sigh.

Fatimah Batool pressed her hands together, she couldn’t remember the last time she felt that nervous to speak to someone, maybe since she was introduced to her late mother in law, it was ironic how the one person that was named after was the one capable of making her feel that way again.

“But I want you to know that I loved you, every second you were away from me you were always on my mind.”

Khadijah tilted her head to the side, it was either that or being extremely disrespectful but she was raised better than that.

“There was nothing I could have done please understand this,”

“You could have taken me back.” The words came out in a whisper.

She was thinking of how her whole life would have gone differently had she done that single thing, she wouldn’t have been forced to marry Suleiman in the first place, every single pain that came with that marriage wouldn’t have happened had she only been a mother to her.

“I wanted to, so many times I wanted to march down and take you back like I should have done the day she snatched your from your crib but I felt guilty, if only I had forced him from the beginning to tell her then none of that would have happened and we wouldn’t even be having this conversation, you’ll probably be close with your late brother because you’ll be the closest in age.” She wiped at her eyes, not wanting the tears to fall.

“But we plan, Allah plans and He is the best of planners.”

The sentence took Khadijah off guard and she didn’t want to let go of her anger, it was something to hold on to but she had to agree with that statement because it was the truth.

“Please try to understand, I felt like I was doing the right thing because I was the one that wronged her, everything felt like my fault right at that moment because I had you and she was mourning a son she looked forward to raising, I knew what it felt like to lose a child and if taking you would bring her peace then I was willing to let her go for it, if to just relieve her of some of the pain.”

Khadijah sucked in a breath before finally meeting her birth mother’s gaze, thinking of what she must have been feeling then.

Sadiya would have done the same for her, let her have her child even if she was told it would be the last child she would bring into the world and even then assuming she didn’t have any other children, she would do that for her sister too and so much more but it didn’t make the knowledge hurt any less.

She felt abandoned, umma has never mistreated her since she was a child. She was her favourite many people said it because there were times where malam Sadeeq himself would tell her she was spoiling her too much.

Her emotional unavailability was something they were all used to because the worst person you would go to for emotional support was her, their father was who they went to for advice because he was the calm one, he was the one that would listen to her banter and ask her about her day and when she first met Layla he would always ask what they had done in school. He was invested in every part of her life.

“You were like a miracle child to me.” Fatimah Batool spoke again, this time taking a bold step by reaching for her hand.

“After many years and many tries after the twins, I felt like nothing could go right because I was desperate for a girl, I made your father bring Sadiya and Baraka over every weekend just so I would have girls around me, it almost became an obsession and it created pro—“she shook her head and smiled ruefully.

“Everything didn’t matter when I found out I was having you, Hussein had promised me we would name our first daughter after your grandmother and I was over the moon the joy, she was a great woman, may Allah forgive her shortcomings.” Khadijah muttered amen lowly, loosening up the more the woman spoke.

“You were a peaceful baby, so unlike Farhan he cried the whole day he was born like he couldn’t believe he was actually out in the world.” She chuckled lowly, Khadijah fought her own smile.

“He was excited to meet you and I think he took everything harder than I did and when he grew older, it got harder to explain what had happened and he let the anger take root too deeply in him.”

“Why did you stay married to him?” Fatimah Batool smiled when she finally got a response.

She has thought about how everything would go, she never expected a warm welcome but she hoped to at least get a moment to explain everything to Khadijah herself. Barr. Salima was right when she told her Khadijah wasn’t the type to fight, she was most likely to get up and leave the room but she wouldn’t go about yelling.

“I don’t know honestly, it has been too long I just didn’t see the point. I admit that I pushed him away at first because though I was playing the part of the bigger person, a part of me hoped he would at least try to fight for me, for us after knowing how much I wanted to have you. I didn’t put into consideration that he was mourning too and we were all just devastated, I was hurt and I told him to leave because seeing him made me angry and I didn’t want Farhan to see that. He understood and left, giving me the much needed space, he kept asking but I just wasn’t ready.” She sighed tiredly.

“Maybe he got the message that it was over then, I don’t know why we never got divorced but we weren’t exactly married either, he kept sending me pictures of you through the years, any notable event in your life he did his best to notify me.

“I’m not telling you to forgive me or accept that we were right, there are many other ways we could have done this but what has happened has already happened, I would much rather be trying to make up for lost time, if only you would let me.” her voice was pleading.

Footsteps saved Khadijah from having to answer that, Kamla smiled apologetically for interrupting.

“Aunty Dee, umma said to tell you that hamma Fahad is here if you’re ready.” Her eyes were cast to the ground since she walked up to them, how shy she was made Fatimah Batool smile.

“Tell him to come here, I was leaving anyways.” Kamla nodded again before rushing off like she was standing on a thorn. “She is beautiful and so well mannered, isn’t she?” Khadijah agreed and watched as she got to her feet, straightened her clothes that were not rumpled.

“Will I see you before you leave?”

“Yes.” She smiled at the reply before leaving, feeling relaxed for the first time in a while.

She felt him before she heard him and although her eyes were closed she could tell when he stood in front of her, she had expected him to take the seat beside her but he crouched in front of her.

“Are we playing a game?” Fahad whispered.

Khadijah’s eyes snapped open and she shook her head immediately, meeting his boyish smile. He moved back and took the seat but his eyes were still on her.

“You look great,” she fought an eye roll which made him chuckle.

“So I ordered dinner from Dahlia’s, we’ll pick it up on our way home. Since you’re calling the shots for a week, what do you think we should do tonight?”

“You took your game seriously?” she asked, her lips lifted slightly.

“I’m not a sore loser you see, I’ve actually never been so happy to lose in my life. I’m proud of you.” he said all the words at once, this time earning a full smile that made him want to keep talking.

“I’m not a cocky winner either so I don’t need the rewards, wait actually I’ll call in one.” He let out an exaggerated breath before asking what she wanted. “Stop asking me to teach you how to draw for one week,”

“No, that is so unfair,” he muttered feigning hurt.

“I won, I call the shots you said it yourself.”

“Fine, whatever you say.” He shook his head. “I can’t believe you said that of all things.”

Khadijah shrugged before sitting up. “You can’t blame me, who doesn’t know how to draw a table?” she scoffed getting to her feet, Fahad followed her suit and got in step with her.

“Me, I don’t. Haven’t you been listening all week?”

“I have been hearing but I find it hard to believe.” She was about to open the door when his hand held hers, stopping her.

“I am actually very serious but all that aside now, are you sure you’re ready to leave?” his eyes were searching hers for answers, she looked away not able to keep eye contact for long. It was one thing she knew she would never get used to in her life, having someone look her directly in the eye.

“Yes, I’m sure.” He nodded, then gave her hand a final squeeze before opening the door, he held the door until she entered then followed her back.

Kamla was sitting on the kitchen counter with her phone plastered to her ear and if the blush coating her cheeks meant anything then she was speaking to the last person Khadijah wanted to talk to. She only offered her a smile before walking back out to the living room where Fahad was waiting for her.

“Why don’t we pray maghrib first, I don’t think we’ll beat the time.” she nodded in agreement and he walked the same time Malam Sadeeq left his side of the house. Since they’ve already exchanged pleasantries they performed ablution in comfortable silence before leaving for the masjid.

Khadijah sighed heavily closing the door to her room, she was surprised to see it almost exactly the way she left it. The only new things were boxes she knew her mother would just say to take there.

She sat on the bed that still had the favourite grey bedspreads umma never really liked on, the thought brought a bitter smile to her lips, she was obsessed with making her like brighter things, lighter shades always because dark colours made her look dull and she should be vibrant.

During her teenage tantrums she had to admit there were times she wondered if she was her mother but that was only when she was upset with her, or when umma asks her to do things she doesn’t want to do and her father supports her, she makes underhanded comments which she didn’t really take as anything, all her life she has been called her father’s daughter.

Most of those things though she realized they were just from a mother’s perspective, the only one thing she could say she was never okay with, was Suleiman and the marriage she basically forced her into, she didn’t do it with any ill intention.

Her biggest goal was to see all her children married, a love match, that she didn’t care about so long you are married and she doesn’t have to say she has spinsters in her house. The main reason she gave Khadijah a hard time after her divorce was her own ideologies, emotional or even in that case physical abuse was nothing, all her life she knew people endured whatever gets thrown their way in marriage, she endured almost forty years in a loveless marriage so in her head it should be like that.

Her children were successfully married, happiness was secondary.

She hadn’t realized the damage she put Khadijah through until after she met Fahad, when hajiya Ladidi found out who his parents were she had confronted malam Sadeeq and told him he had planned everything to show her Khadijah wasn’t her daughter.

He let her finish knowing trying to make her see reason when she was like that would only fuel her, so when she was done he had asked her if she noticed anything different with Khadijah before and after her marriage, she said nothing was different but she was a divorcee then.

“If I had never laid a hand on you for the thirty five years I have been married to you, I see no reason why you would let my daughter stay in a house where she is abused on a daily, mentally, physically and emotionally. I let you take the reign all these years but Khadijah is not a child and if this man is who she sees she can live with, I would get her married to him over and over again. The first one you did, you didn’t live in that house with her. She took everything just so she could please you, it is enough now.”

Hajiya Ladidi had gone quiet then, wanting to drag the matter with him, even guilt trip him until he apologized for speaking to her that way but after giving it much thought she saw she was in the wrong and something definitely hadn’t been right with Khadijah after her divorce.

She wasn’t the quiet type though not a chatterbox either but she was lively and she smiled a lot but lately she has been acting like just the act pained her physically.

That was why she couldn’t handle it, she did everything she could but she couldn’t stop herself from knocking on her door when she disappeared into the room. She wasn’t surprised to see her on her bed as usual just staring off into space.

“Umma,” she smiled when she heard the name, hoping she would never stop calling her that.

“Everyone is having a private moment with you, I think I want just one more before you leave.” Khadijah didn’t hesitate before nodding. Whatever happens, this woman’s arms were the ones she knew as a child, her safe space for many years.

“I thought of moving your things and making this room a store but many times I’m not able to,” hajiya Ladidi chuckled, running her hand over the well made bed. “Not that I think you’ll be back here but keeping it alive, it feels like I have you here with me forever because I knew soon enough a day like this would come,” her voice broke. “I didn’t want you to see the monster I’d been, I wanted you to walk into this room after it is all over and just see the woman that raised you, not the one that took you from your mother.”

Even in the dim light, Khadijah could see the tears streaming down hajiya Ladidi’s face, it was something new to her. The woman rarely shed any tears and she used to want to be strong like her, she was easy with tears until Suleiman had dried them up and made her immune to his type of pain.

“Umma,” was the only thing she could muster.

Hajiya Ladidi searched for her hands and intertwined her fingers.

“I was a monster and it wasn’t just the pain, everything was my fault but I was blinded by rage and jealousy and I wanted to make them feel pain. I wanted to hurt them, I wanted to hurt her because I hated her then. In my head she was the woman that made my husband not love me and even then my own children preferred her to me, I saw how Sadiya was with her and how they looked like one big happily family and it hurt me.” She sobbed.

“It hurt me because I wanted that, I wanted to have a family like that too, I wanted to be happy so I blamed her for even things she had no control over, I blamed her for the death of my son, I blamed her even walking into his life ignoring the fact that I had been the intruder. She was pregnant when he married me, not telling me didn’t hurt as much as realizing I was the second option—not even an option and I was hurt, my ego was hurt and I took it out on you.” She squeezed her hands in her apology.

“Khadijah I know you are angry at her for not coming back, she did I didn’t let her have you. She is soft hearted and I always used that against her not because I felt sorry, I just wanted her to know the type of pain I knew. There was nothing her son wanted more than to have siblings so I took that away from him.” Khadijah couldn’t believe the sheer anger in umma’s voice, she couldn’t tell who she was angry at then but it sounded like she was angry at herself.

“I loved you, I don’t know if you will believe me but I love you more than my own children because he loved you too, you always brought a smile to his face and when you were with me he noticed me too. He was careful with me when you were there and I wanted to keep having that, I grew selfish.

“You can’t force love, I should have accepted that but I’m not the type to accept defeat. I ruined myself because I had this idea of the man I heard of, I heard of him and I made him into what I wanted only to be disappointed, then I refused to accept the truth.” She shook her head and cleared her throat.

“That doesn’t matter now, please just find it in your heart to forgive me for taking you away from your mother for my own selfish reasons.”

“Umma you don’t have to apologize to me,” Khadijah felt calm in her mother’s arms again, looking for comfort in the only body she knew.

They stayed that way with their arms wrapped around each other not knowing who was crying more than the other.

Hajiya Ladidi for the daughter she thinks she has lost while Khadijah for the mother whom she had just found and the mother she has known all her life.

“You are still my mother umma, nothing would change that.” Layla used to tease her about how she wasn’t expressive but she knew deep down she was, she mostly didn’t know how to go about it.

“Thank you,” she stroked Khadijah’s back before whispering the words again.

“Won't you pray? They’ll be back soon.”

She snivelled before replying. “I…I’m not praying.” She nodded in understanding before standing up after one last hug.

When Khadijah walked back out Fahad was waiting with Farhan who had come to drive his mother back home, she hesitated when she saw him but fought it and kept walking.

She saw the way his eyes widened as though he wasn’t expecting her, either that or he wasn’t ready to see her. It was the latter.

“Khadijah,” he called softly, meeting her halfway but she sidestepped him and moved to Fahad who shook his head at Farhan, she wasn’t ready.

“Shall we?”

“Yes.” Her tone was clipped making him huff.

“See you later man, we’ll talk.” He got into the car to meet a blank faced Khadijah.

Farhan walked back into the house and seeing the forlorn look on his face Kamla knew it didn’t go well with his sister, she offered him a reassuring smile.

“She’ll come around.”

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“Since you won, asides not asking for drawing lessons for a week what else do you want or you still haven’t changed your mind.” Fahad voiced, his hands twitching over gear feeling uncomfortable with his hand there.

“A hot bath firstly, extremely hot actually and chicken soup.” He chuckled lowly.

“That seems easy enough, homemade or from Dahlia’s?” he asked, the car coming to a slow roll at a turn.

“Anyone really,” he asked if she wanted anything else with that, if Khadijah realized he wanted to make her talk she didn’t say anything about it.

“That would be fine, thank you.” He wanted to say so much more but she looked exhausted not just physically and when he drove into the house, the first thing she did was head to the bedroom while he changed into more comfortable clothing then went to the kitchen.

His mother wasn’t joking when she said he knew how to cook, he wouldn’t call himself a chef but he was pretty good in the kitchen.

Khadijah faced the mirror after her bath, she realized too late she hadn’t taken a change of clothes with her but she knew he wouldn’t be there. Like Sadiya and everyone else said she was finally seeing the difference between the old her and this new one she hasn’t fully come to terms with.

The last time she had looked in the mirror with as much scrutiny as she was doing then, she had a band aid on her forehead and a cut on her lips, it didn’t scar thankfully so she couldn’t see the evidence of that, her body though was a different story. She shook her head and tried to smile at her reflection, she felt light and it was a feeling she was starting to get accustomed too.

“It has been too long.” She remembered what Sadiya had told her, she was starting to believe it but the one question she kept asking herself was what was she supposed to do with her scars, with her pain because they were still there, sadly they were part of her.

Her phone blinking by the bed side caught her attention and she turned on her heels, taking off the scarf covering her hair.

She didn’t know why she didn’t remove it from silent but it felt better that way.

“Ya Sadiya,” she greeted her smile growing.

“My love, how are you? I was waiting for your call.” She could hear Farhana cooing in the background, Hanan was forming the big sister trying to get them to quiet down. “Sweetheart go and meet daddy, let me finish with this call.”

Khadijah chuckled. “You will never change.” Sadiya scoffed and she could picture her smiling smugly after sending the kids off to their father.

“It is team work, he knew what he was getting himself into when he decided to marry me. Now that aside, how did it go with them baba?” Khadijah made a sound before telling her fine.

“Just fine?”

“Not just fine, there is just more to it than I thought. Let’s talk about this when we meet, I’m coming this weekend to spend the day with junior.”

“Okay then, say hi to Fahad for me. I wanted to hear if you were fine and you sound great, please keep smiling baby sis, I love hearing your voice this way.” She snickered softly before ending the call after they said their goodbyes.

She walked into their shared closet and looked for a gown that was light, when nothing seemed either too flashy or too thick she decided for pyjamas which she paired with an oversized sweater she begged Sadiya to give her.

Fahad walked in the same time she walked out of the closet, the veil tied haphazardly over her hair taming her wild hair.

“I was wondering where you went, dinner is ready but you can get started without me I’ll just head on to the mosque.”

“I’ll just wait,” she stood there moments after he has left thinking of what to do before he gets back, she moved back to where her phone was on the bed and picked it.

“I knew you couldn’t go so long without me, tell me sweetheart what did I miss?” she rolled her eyes at Layla before denying she missed her, she sat comfortably her head resting against the headboard and listened as her best filled her in on what she has been doing the past few days since they last spoke.

*****

“Are you leaving now?” Hassan stirred the tea in his cup before taking it to his lips.

“I have nothing here so it is better I leave,” Fatimah Batool shook her head no, thinking of what she could tell him that would make him change his mind.

“You have your brother, your nieces and your nephew, you have your whole family here and you know that.”

“Hussein will be the most pleased when I leave, you know I don’t like staying in places for long. Things go wrong when you get attached and I have finished what has brought me here.” She didn’t believe him of course but chose to not argue.

“I really hope you find peace wherever you go Hassan, you may think you don’t deserve it but you do.” She stated after a few moments of silence.

It did hurt her that he was leaving and that too without settling or even really talking to his brother, she also couldn’t let go of the fact that he has been her friend through the roughest and most challenges parts of her life, she wanted to do something for him, she didn’t know what but she also knew he wouldn’t accept anything from her.

When he spoke again, he changed the subject and she let him do it, if that was all she could offer him then she would go with it. They can pretend the world is just the same from the first time they met.

“Ummu Salma would say it is an act of treachery that you’re wishing good for me after I terrorized her first son for many years.” She shrugged.

Barr. Salima wasn’t like that and though she would have done a lot of things to him right from the beginning that he started his little game save for her best friend that told her to not get involved. When you were fighting with people that play dirty, the only way to win is to get your hands in that same dirt and she didn’t want her to do that.

“You can act all big and bossy with me but I know you and you wouldn’t do that to the son of the man that saved Khadijah when she was a baby.” His lips set in a straight line when she spoke confidently.

So, maybe it was true that he only played along with his brother’s revenge plan, to be honest Fahad wasn’t the target, Nai’a was but he got involved with her and he had to be put out of the way. What he won’t tell her but he knows she has already figured out was the he only immersed himself in it to make sure his brother didn’t do any permanent damage, not that he wasn’t calling what they had done little damage but one thing he knew about Sadeeq was that he wouldn’t miss his target, he was lethal.

“The innocence you so believe I still have in me was buried along with my daughter,” his voice was curt, he was done being friendly and just like that, the best friend she has known in all those years turned into the stranger she has come to know.

“I still do hope you find peace Hassan, and you will hate me for this but you know I’ll never let you go without saying goodbye to your brother.” He glared at her but it was too late because he heard the door opening and his identical twin brother walked into the room.

Malam Sadeeq smiled sardonically at his brother.

“Some things never really change.” Hassan rolled his eyes.

“Yes, you married my best friend and you’re still ganging up with her to make my life a living hell.”

*****

Fahad has told himself things that come in brown envelops are never good news, never ever which was why when he received the large brown envelope that Sunday morning he shoved it to one part of the house he rarely visited, his office.

He stalled from having to open it until it almost felt like it was prickling his skin so while Khadijah baked him a batch of chocolate chip cookies because she was feeding into their newfound sweet tooth, he let himself open it in his new personal hell aka his office that he hated working in, because Khadijah’s own is brighter, she didn’t believe him and still insists he only likes interrupting her work.

He read the lines of the letter not being able to believe it the more he read.

There was a knock on the door the same time he reached the last line, Khadijah peeked in holding a tray that held two cups of milk and the fresh batch of cookies that the aroma was already filling the room.

He left everything on the table and walked up to her, helping her with it though she was handling it perfectly well, he nodded wordlessly when she pointed that out.

“Do you want my father to deny ever knowing me? That is not the gentleman he raised.” She rolled her eyes then looked around the office.

“Why sombre colours?” she asked, he wasn’t the type to have his room painted pink or lemon green but he was a bright colours kind of person, she would’ve bet on beige and not dark brown for him.

“I realized too late that it was a bad idea, I told you yours was brighter.”

“Yes because I chose pastel colours unlike you,”

“Burn, I’ll take the pain. At least I get cookies,” he took a sip from his cup and let out a small moan. “And you made my milk the perfect temperature, is it too late to marry you?”

“You’re not serious.” She chuckled lowly shaking her head.

“I am very serious, don’t even think otherwise.” He walked back to his seat with his cup still in hand, a wide smile on his face as he did so. “And speaking of other serious things, I think this is yours.”

He handed her the paper, she hesitated before taking it.

“What is it?” Khadijah asked lowly, moving the paper around her fingers.

“Read on.” He bit into his cookie, watching her as she contemplated reading the contents, he almost laughed at her uncertainty.

She read through the paper, surprised too when she understood what it was talking about.

“Did you?” she paused, unable to finish the sentence.

“No actually, I had no idea.” Even as he spoke he had an idea who it was but he didn’t want to tell her based on a guess.

“B—but how? I don’t even know how, I never really thought of this.” She kept the papers back on the desk, still trying to wrap her head around the court order she saw.

It was a print that was sent to her so she could see first-hand the court’s verdict for Suleiman, his mother and his father.

“Your hero must’ve done it again.” He said after reading the small folded paper he had missed the first time.

Khadijah asked who it was and he offered her a smile before replying.

“I think it is time you have that conversation with your elder brother.”

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