Dealing With A Muslimah{Complete} #Wattys2017

S E V E N T E E N

An intelligent man is sometimes forced to be drunk to spend time with his fools.
- Ernest Hemingway

Zahrah
I got a call again from Iyfaaz. I didn't want to answer but I had to know what he wants. After three rings, I finally answered.

"Hello Mrs. Malik, I just talked to you, just wanted to let you know that, your husband has passed out. Here at the Oak Tail Bar. If you could come pick him up. He's had a lot of shots.Thank you."

I can't believe what I heard. Iyfaaz got so drunk that he passed out and his parents are supposed to be here. Why is he drunk. Islam doesn't allow its Muslims to be drunk and my husband is right now drunk, once again. I can't believe it. But why is he drunk? There must be a reason behind this. And I have to know it. I push my thoughts to the side and get my car keys to get to my car.
I turn left from Oaklam Street and see the sigh of Oak Tail Bar. He must be here. The place was full of drunk people and it was a mess. The ladies dressing was just Astagfirullah. They were wearing short shorts, short dresses that were all the way up almost showing there bottom. And they were all the dresses that were something 100% far from modest. Iyfaz was at such an shameful place, I can't believe it. How could he even put his eyes on other women when he's married.

'Don't forget, he cheated on you and slept with another women.' my inner voice told me.

I parked the car to the closest parking meter and ran inside the bar.

"Ms could I please see your id?" The security of the bar asked me. I quickly took my drivers license out of my wallet and handed it to him. Once he took a quick look at it he handed it back to me and moved away opening the door for me to enter.
I came once again to a world full of immodest and disappointing things. Things that make me want to close my eyes and run out of here. But I have to get my so-called-husband out of here and I have my in laws coming too. Oh Allah, please help me and guide to the right path. I sigh and walk in to the bar and look for a bartender. So he/she could guide me to Iyfaaz.

"Hello beautiful, need help? Looks like you don't belong here."

I gave him a look when he said beautiful. And if looks could kill, he would so be dead by now.

"Excuse me, I'm married so don't talk to me like that, anyways I'm looking for my husband, he passed ou-" he didn't let me finish.

"Oh I'm really sorry Mrs.Malik, I didn't know it was you. He is here, follow me. " I walked behind him.
He took me into a room. Well it looked more like a hotel room. But a room inside a bar? Weird. But anyways, I walked into the room with him and looked to see a man laying their in the twin sized bed. Iyfaaz.

"He had about 20 shots and hot really drunk. He then passed out and we got him and walked him to this room. This Is Mr. Malik's room. He also owns this bar. Malik sir have always told us that if he gets drunk and passes out, inform his P.A or just walk him to the room. So you may take him or leave him here if you like! Thank you for your time ma'am I appreciate it." he says.

My eyes are wide open because of what I heard. Iyfaaz is an owner of a Bar! A bar! It's not allowed in Islam! How could he? It was a lot to take in at once but I had to let go.

"Thank you!" I said to the bartender and he left the room leaving us both alone. Well me alone with a sleeping Iyfaaz. I call his body gourds, who were waiting for him outside by his car.

"Take him to my car and you drive the car back home, okay?" I said once they were here.

"As you wish, ma'am." they both reply.
They take him to my car and I walk behind them. With a thought in my mind,

What has this man gotten himself into, what have I gotten myself into
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