Dealing With A Muslimah{Complete} #Wattys2017

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Iyfaaz

I woke up with a light weighted arm on my chest. It was Stella. What is she doin...? Whoa. What the hell, please tell me it's not what I think. Wait! I remember. I got drunk yesterday night at the club and I remember Stella coming in the car. And then I saw, I think it was Zahrah crying on the floor!

"FUCK!!!!!" I yelled. Making Stella wake up. What did I do? I know I don't like Zahrah but what I did was wrong. She is still sick and she was on the floor since I left in the morning. I jump off the bed and put my shirt on.

"What's wrong babe?" Stella asked getting up and sitting on the bed.

"Just Go! Go home!" I yelled. She got up and got her stuff and left.

I can't believe what I did. I ran downstairs and saw Zahrah still sitting on the floor with her head on her knees. I walked up to her and tapped her but she didn't move a bit. Her eyes were swollen from crying and I don't think she went to sleep all night.

"Zahrah" I said calmly. She had her eyes wide open but she gave me no reply.

"Zahrah please listen." still no reply.

"Zahrah baby I'm sorry." I said again and she didn't reply. But again tears came out of her eyes, not even blinking once.

"Zahrah please say something!" I said. I know I was being nice but it worries me to see her like this. It's weird, I know. I waited for her to reply and finally after a couple of minutes, an answer came out of her mouth. An answer that left me speechless.

"I thought you loved me, but I was wrong. I was falling for you. Not you falling for me. But please tell me, why did you say I love you? I was already broken, and when I thought you were the one to heal me, I was wrong. That's what I am. A worthless bitch. I was one all my childhood and I am now as well. Please divorce me, so I could let you be free from a bitch like me. I'm not good enough for you. By the way the women last nights was beautiful. You guys make a great couple" she said. And started laughing really loud. The tears still running down her cheeks. I knew one thing for sure, she was not in her senses.

"Zahrah what is wrong with you? Are you okay?" she smiled sadly.

"I'm perfectly fine."

Zahrah got up from the floor and wiped her invisible tears, she went into the kitchen and I followed behind her. I saw her standing near the sink washing her face, and stared into the window, her reflection was showing and muttered to herself.

"Did I deserve this? I will never get happiness will I?" she said.

Zahrah didn't know I heard her. Honest to god for the first time I felt guilty, while I looked at her, a tear slipping again and she fierce-fully wiped it away.

I entered the kitchen acting as if I didn't see what she did there.

"Zahrah, lets have breakfast." I told her completely ignoring the last night situation.

"No it's okay, I'm not hungry. Plus I'm late for work. I should get going." she said and rapidly left the kitchen.

I stared at her retreating figure. How the hell is she gonna be 'fine' with me again. I have to do something, as of now I'm also heading to work.

Wait.. Why is Zahrah going to work? She just got out the hospital. Shouldn't she be resting till at least a week.

Zahrah

"Why are you going to work? Zahrah, look I think you should rest at least for a week" Iyfaaz came from behind me, and circled his arms around my waist.

"No, I'm fine" I pried his hand off of me and shrugged away.

It disgusted me how this same man slept with another woman last night and now he was showing affection towards me. I didn't like his lies at all, and nor did he give me an explanation about last night.

He was drunk for gods sake!

"Zahrah why are you always so distant with me, I'm your hus-."

"Iyfaaz stop. I'm fine, I don't need your concern for me. You should worry about your mistress, Stella" I told him calmly, no anger etching in my voice.

"Zahrah, listen-".

"Iyfaaz we're done talking" I lightly shoved him out of my room, and shut the door.