ASMAU
"Ya Aminah!" I exclaimed as I entered my mother's hospital room, embracing my sister in a warm hug.
"Asmau, how have you been?" she inquired, concern etched on her face.
"Alhamdulillah, Ya Aminah. How's our mother's health?" I responded, moving to my mother's bedside. Tubes and machines surrounded her, and I gently held her cold, almost lifeless hand. I couldn't help but miss my mother terribly.
"Well, Alhamdulillah, but I honestly don't see any changes," Ya Aminah replied with a heavy sigh.
"Let's keep praying," I mumbled.
"Is something bothering you, Ma'u?" she asked, taking a seat beside me.
I hesitated, but decided to ask "Am I a bad wife?"
Ya Aminah looked puzzled. "How would I know? I'm not your husband. But, as your sister, I know you're not a bad wife. If you guys have issues, I'm sure you can resolve them. Is it Iman again?" she asked, her eyes showing a hint of concern.
I nodded and proceeded to explain everything that had transpired with Iman.
"That woman is something else," Ya Aminah huffed.
"She's the root of all our problems," I replied, frustration evident in my voice.
"Why do you let her come between you two?" she inquired.
"She's like a devil, Ya Aminah. I can't stop her. She's determined to do everything in her power to separate us. She wants to prove that no matter what, she won't let our family be happy," I lamented.
"But why are you letting her succeed, Ma'u?" Ya Aminah asked, her voice filled with concern.
"She's gone too far, Ya Aminah. I can't let her get away with this. How can she just continue hurting me? If leaving Abubakar will make her stop pestering my life, then I think—"
"Shh, don't say that, Ma'u," Ya Aminah interrupted, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Are you thinking of just letting her win? Let her destroy your family? Fight for your family, for your kids, for your husband. Don't give up on them, Ma'u. Look at how far you've come. Don't let her tear you down."
"But what if I'm getting in their way, Ya Aminah?" I whispered.
"In their way of what?" she inquired, her eyes widening.
"Their love," I said softly. "I'm afraid, Ya Aminah. What if he still loves Iman?"
"Ma'u, he's a man. He's entitled to marry up to four wives if he wanted to. If he truly loved Iman or wanted her back, he would have remarried her, and nothing could stop him from doing that. Besides, what if he still loves her? You're the queen of his heart. You've sacrificed everything to make him happy. One thing is certain: Abubakar loves you with all his heart."
I managed a small smile. "You're kind of right, Ya Aminah. But I have these insecurities, and they're so frustrating," I admitted.
"Take it easy, Ma'u. And please promise me you won't let Iman get between you two again," she pleaded.
"I can't promise, Ya Aminah. That woman is a witch," I whined.
"Baby sis, please try to avoid any fights with him. Don't push him away. Apologize to him, cook him a nice meal, engage him in conversation, and be affectionate. I know you," she said, and I couldn't help but laugh.
"Alright, Ya Aminah, In shaa Allah. Thank you so much. It was nice talking to you," I said, embracing her in a hug.
"I have to go now; I have somewhere else to be," I said, checking the time on my phone.
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