I'm not sick, I'm just telling you I'm not happy, and everyone finds themselves in this situation" He said, looking away from her, sadness licked his heart. She didn't seem to be jealous of herself at all, she never bothered to change things even for Ruqayya. Ruqayya was never a typical woman, she only gave one thing importance, and that one thing gave her more importance and value than if it had been given to her.
"Fear God, lest you wake up on the Day of Judgment with a paralyzed body, by God...even though it's not your fault, you ate and drank, even though the secret is to revive your character," she said hotly, then turned around and quickly returned to the house.
He didn't stop staring at her until she disappeared from his sight, he let out a heavy breath and put the key in his pocket, trying to open his car, shaking his head until he pulled a small wrench. Nothing flashed in his eyes except her nightgown, which was all covered in oil, something that was wet with silk and oil was not difficult to show and hide. She stood there, the scent of Ruqayya's body spread and returned to where it came from, there was nothing there except a feeling that indicated that it was time for a person's body to start needing a bath, a bath that he believed would be done when he returned or was about to return if he was lucky that day.
His heart filled with anticipation and anticipation of Zainab's turn of events, he started his car and quietly left the house, trying to regain his composure and calm his nerves.
She quietly pushed open the door of her parlor that she had not yet closed because she was rushing to catch up with him and tell him that she was going out today. Wherever he was, he was clean and tidy, you could swear that he did not have a child or that he was a bride, because of the faint scent of incense that the burner on the stove gave off. She reached the burner and turned it off, it gave her the scent she wanted and fulfilled her need. The faint scent that Saleem always gave off was something she never wanted to part with, she did not care if it was her day of cooking or not, she always wanted this scent to be the last thing that would come to her side to be a friend to remind her of the long day he would spend in search of his halal.
She quietly opened one of the doors in the parlor. It was a children's room with three small beds, in one of the beds a girl was lying asleep. She looked around to make sure there was no problem, then quietly returned and closed the door, reaching her dining room with four chairs, gathering the plates she had finished breakfast with. Today she had eaten extra food with the children and picked her own because she wanted to go out, she didn't want to wait and she had some time to spare.
Tsaf finished setting the plates and cups, and was about to go to the kitchen when she heard the door suddenly open, which made her turn around quickly and say
“Hasbunallahu wani'imal wakil, who is this?”
She stood up without hesitation or fear and crept into the living room, looking at Ruqayya. Her gaze was filled with pure hatred and disgust. In the whole world, she didn't know there was a creature that her heart hated after her. Her eyes also fell on the plates and cups that Ruqayya was holding in her hands, this again confirmed that yes indeed, after skipping the breakfast that was prepared for him, he came here to have breakfast?
She swallowed something hard that was stuck in her throat causing severe pain, and then she gave Ruqayya a stern look.
"Nice here, come and tell me what you don't understand, since you don't fear God who will punish you for doing so, I want you to know that you are not good enough for anything, just as you are not good enough to separate me from Saleem, no matter how much you think your magic, your charms and your kisses are effective, by God you are not good enough to separate the relationship that God has created, and if you go to a stream and a pitcher and a bucket of water, the moon will surely burst" she said and turned around in anger, thinking that it was possible to cover the ruqayyah with a terrible blow that would make her lose the recognition of her true nature. Although she believes that there is no beauty in the combination of ruqyah with Saleem, except pure magic and pure kisses, since when it comes to the beauty of the face and the light of the white skin, ruqyah is not even close to it, this fact is what once again confirms that the ability and experience of the scholars and the scoundrels always prevails over ruqyah in Saleem's heart, which any person with long-term study and insight, even if he is not told this, will not understand on his own.
She couldn't help but stare at him and continue to do so until she lost sight of him. She took a deep breath and lowered her head, shaking her head. Even once she had never stopped following Zainab's nonsense, but today it had escalated to the point where she had the courage to enter her room?
She suddenly saw small thoughts of Zainab's never-ending problems in the house trying to waste her time. She turned to the kitchen and her heart expanded again with thoughts and amazement at Zainab's behavior. Why could her HEART'S EYES still not open? She could not understand what was clearly in front of her?
With such thoughts in mind, she finished setting down the plates and cups, washing every bowl that had been spilled with food, wiping it down with a kitchen towel, and closing the door.
She opened her clean and tidy bedroom and went in. She looked at the clock, then opened her wardrobe and took out her dress that matched the A-shaped dress on her body. She hurriedly saw that time was running out. She wanted to go back early before the children returned from school, because she had long vowed to herself that as long as there was no big excuse, she would stop leaving Zainab with them for some reason.
She went to the children's room, picked up the sleeping baby Fatima, put her on her shoulder, and then wrapped the girl in a soft blanket and came out.
