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"She was completely whole
and yet never fully complete"
Aabirah Fuad is a beautiful young lady, who has recently finished her high school. She's currently living with her sister to help take care of her daughter, Hala, while her sister...
The garden is filled with calming sounds and the lovely fragrances of flowers and moonlit beauty. As dusk ends and darkness descends.
Aabirah is sitting on the grass among the flowers. Dalaj is holding her hand while lying his head on her lap. Aabirah is stroking his hair with the other hand.
"Aabi,"
Aabirah mutter "mmm,".
"Why did you accept my proposal?"
Aabirah smile. "Because you have a good heart, your kindness and trust and... though I was afraid,".
Dalaj looks into her eyes. "Because of what?".
"I don't know how Yasira will think about us, She is very protective of you, and it has been three weeks. We have to tell her the truth, that we are married,".
"I will tell Yasira that we are married when the time is right. I want her to be better so she can accept it.".
Aabirah nods. "I know you will do right by me, and I have complete trust in you.".
Dalaj smiles, standing up. "Let's go back inside,".
Aabirah stands up. "Are you sleepy?".
Dalaj carries her in his arms. One arm under her legs and the other behind her back. Aabirah buries her head in his chest as she wraps her hands around his neck.
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Aabirah arranges breakfast on the table as Dalaj walks inside the dining room. "Did you go back to sleep after fajr?" Dalaj asks.
Aabirah smile at him. "Sit and have breakfast,".
Aabirah is walking to Yasira's room. Dalaj pulls Aabirah to him, holding her waist as he looks at her. "Why don't you go to sleep? You stay up cleaning the house when I go back to sleep. Waking Aqila, getting her ready for school, making her breakfast, taking her to school. You make breakfast for us three when you come back. you make sure we have hot water to bath and... Why are you doing this?"
"I'm your wife. This is my house as well. I have to check on Yasira.".
"Thank you," Yasira says. "Can you please sit down?"
Aabirah sits next to her.
"Aabirah, thank you... I have finally come back to my normal self, and just like you said I will continue praying to Allah every day of my life and become a practising Muslimah, and May Allah grant Taj light in the grave, expand his grave for him, and grant him Al Jannatul Firdaus,"
Aabirah smile. "Alhamdulilah, All praises be to Allah. You are getting better.".
"Aabirah, I hope you understand, I am grateful for everything, but I want you to please never come back to this house,".
"What do you mean?".
"I cannot imagine myself in a polygamy marriage, sharing my husband with another woman, sharing his love, his smiles, his happiness and sadness, his humor and jokes, his care and support, his touches and closeness... you understand, don't you? I won't accept it, it's unacceptable to me.".
