Respect people instead of fearing them.

Mrs Salma.
It was 5 of the clock when I finished praying the Asr and Qur'an, and I grinned because my husband and his father would soon be home.

I should check up on mom and prepare them dinner since I know she must be in pain from her hand.

She winced in pain and was using her bandaged hand when I went to the kitchen, which surprised me.

Handle with care; she will come around.

Should I call her mother, or will she snap at me?Or aunty. Ah.

I took slow steps towards her because I wanted to help her, but she quickly turned around. I noticed she was almost finished and prepared some evening dishes, such as pakodas and potato crisps.

"Mom, what should I make?"I questioned her, but she just stared at me, as if trying to figure me out. What was running through her mind?I only wanted her love, not her hate. Who has been filling her ears with negativity?or she believes I will hurt them. That is not possible because this is my home and where my husband lives.

The maid gave me a dejected smile and a pitying look, and I just nodded. "I have already made everything and we have some guests just go dress up and serve," she said in a chilly voice as she began speaking to the maid.

Whose coming today?I was unaware until now.

I ran upstairs and prayed. Prayers always calm me down. I recited some duas to soothe my heart.

I texted my husband, knowing he was tired and on his way. Sending him a greeting makes me feel safe.

I miss my parents. I am not sure why, but I have a strange feeling that something will go wrong. My heart is not at ease. I prayed, bowed down on the prayer mat, and asked the Almighty to protect us all.

"Assalamualeikum," a deep smooth voice greeted in the room, and I smiled as I closed the prayer mat.

I just ran up to him and hugged him, which surprised him. He took a while to hug me back, but when I removed my hands, his eyes widened.

"Why are you in tears?"He asked with a raised eyebrow, and I just wiped away my tears, not realizing I was crying.

"I am not crying; I am just glad to see you; I missed you," I told him honestly, because I read somewhere that it is important to share your feelings and show someone how much they mean to you.

"Mum said we have some guests tonight," he said, removing his tie, and he appeared exhausted; he had been working hard on an important deal recently.

"Yeah," she said. "I took out some new clothes for him and me; we both got ready, and he squeezed my hand tightly and kissed me on the forehead."

"I will always be with you, do not take people's words personally, and if someone threatens you, let me know," he said sternly, and I nodded as a good wife.

We entwined our fingers and went downstairs, but the sight downstairs only made us stare at them. Wasim took his hand from me as I was staring, and I missed the warmth of his hand.

He took a few steps backward before gathering himself.

"What brings her here?"He murmured to himself, but I heard it and looked at him. He appeared to be in pain, so I stared at him. He shook his head and continued to observe the scene in front of us, as we were still on the last step.

I was terrified that something would go wrong.Yes, Allah, please support us.

"Wasim, are you alright?"With concern, I questioned him.

"Who is she and what are you talking about?"I questioned him once more.
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To be continued...