“Do you think the money you’ll give me can replace patience? You’re a Muslim, yet you lie. So what exactly makes you say you are a man? In your mind, should I say I love you because you’re handsome or because you have a big car? May Allah protect me. Look at yourself—you act like some effeminate man. Even your voice isn’t pleasant to hear. It would have been better if you said you couldn’t even speak properly. Look at your eyes—they look like someone about to sleep on the street. You lie and boast so much about yourself. By Allah, I will take your money if all you can give me is not patience. Otherwise, take your leave.”
Before she finished speaking, he turned with his large shoes, trying to get into the car. The heat of her anger and the patience she had tried to maintain made her cover her face and cry. She said, “Just an effeminate man who boasts about women, arrogant and self-important. Insha’Allah, you will feel the anger I felt and endure the suffering I go through at Innar Zara’u. And I swear, if you continue to pursue me, I will make sure you pay dearly. You won’t come back to give me patience, will you?”
Immediately, Abu Zaid started his car, the sound of the engine alone showing the value of the money spent on acquiring it. The impression of his name on the metal, just like the image of Abu Zaid’s face, was etched in Ummee’s mind along with his voice, his anger, and hatred, which outweighed anyone else’s in her heart. She cried all the way to Zulfa’s house, recalling her words that conveyed insult and mockery of God’s creation, which distressed her greatly and left her uneasy.
After returning home, she couldn’t stop feeling angry at the words she had used. Even though Abu Zaid’s age didn’t reflect anything particular, she knew he didn’t deserve such harsh words. If anyone else, she thought, had been in her place, they wouldn’t even glance at him—they would have just left, since she herself also had faults. A smile escaped her as she recalled her words and thought to herself that if he dared pursue her again, she would act. She realized the weight of her words, but her anger and hatred for him remained, thinking he treated her that way simply because he was wealthy. Men who are handsome and rich usually don’t impress her, because most of them, if not from wealthy families, come with trouble and differences, and the hardship she endured was enough to make her not want to be involved with them.
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Zainab’s House Scene:
Zainab, sipping juice, looked at Siyaa in surprise and said, “I thought you went home.”
"No," Siyaa replied, lightly touching her face. “I was trying to get in before Daddy left, so I thought I’d return before he comes back. I don’t feel comfortable being at home otherwise.”
Zainab nodded without asking why she felt uncomfortable at home and continued what she was doing. Siyaa didn’t wait for security to accompany her, having already familiarized herself with the house. Everyone, including Safeera, turned their attention toward her as she tried to open the door. Safeera greeted Siyaa as usual, despite her mother’s constant scolding. Safeera hesitated to embrace him fully due to his stern expression, so she waited for permission. His large, veined hand was extended to her instead, which, to Safeera, was acceptable. Everything about him seemed perfect, and Zainab admired him openly, her eyes wide in awe at his presence.
Siyaa couldn’t move as she observed him, taking in every detail from his sturdy legs to his well-formed face. She greeted him respectfully, and he responded politely, as if nothing had ever happened between them. Abu Zaid, in most cases, doesn’t delete numbers or block people due to the presence of many others around, and he didn’t even notice her as he would in the past. Despite his attention elsewhere, she had to continue responding to her cousin’s name, knowing she couldn’t take a permanent place in his family, even if it meant risking her own life because of her love for him.
Safeera, on the other side, quietly began making a video of him. After greetings, Zainab, with her usual gestures, went to the room Safeera usually prepared for his birthday. Looking at the large mirror in her room, she thought of Ummee, describing him in her mind as "arrogant and boastful." His bright smile and white teeth fascinated her. She had never seen a woman like her since creation. She reflected on her patience being tested, her anger and frustration from his past arrogance. Even though he was rich and handsome, she didn’t allow him to insult her, which was new for him—he had never experienced such defiance.
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Ummee’s Perspective:
Zahra sighed as she checked people’s statuses, stopping at Safeera’s. She didn’t know what exactly to do with her but ignored her messages, knowing she had no patience. Later, Ummee remembered past events, sighing and frowning. After bathing, she fell asleep. Sulaiman came in, looking serious, warning her against giving Zulfah sweets unless she wanted him to take action against her. Ummee watched him and smiled faintly, recalling her father’s ways that had given her some freedom.
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Abu Zaid and Siyaa Scene:
Abu Zaid, in his deep husky voice full of anger, told Siyaa:
“I don’t want to see your face again. The past mistakes brought you here. I live not to repeat my past missteps. Our relationship is necessary, but some mistakes I hope never happen again. I don’t want trouble; let this be the last.”
Siyaa, overwhelmed with emotions, cried and said:
“When will you stop pretending, Abu Zaid? You know I love you as I always have. Please forget everything and forgive me. Let our hearts follow their desires. I swear, I will never run from you again.”
Abu Zaid’s eyes softened slightly, acknowledging her audacity. He explained that despite her past love, his chest, fame, beauty, and wealth were not for women like her. The past hadn’t changed—he could not risk repeating past mistakes, and any further defiance would only escalate things. He left the living room, giving her time to reflect on her position, as he always removed himself from toxic influence.
Zainab struggled to console her, realizing she had intensified her own guilt. Observing the interaction, Zainab saw the reality of their complex relationship, understanding Siyaa’s fight for his love despite her previous misdeeds.
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Next Day:
Innar Zara’u went to the village, determined to fulfill her wishes. Fa’iz spent lavishly on Ummee, buying clothes and fulfilling all her needs. Within two days of Innar Zara’u’s journey, Fa’iz began giving Ummee attention…
“Do you think the money you’ll give me can replace patience? You’re a Muslim, yet you lie. So what exactly makes you say you are a man? In your mind, should I say I love you because you’re handsome or because you have a big car? May Allah protect me. Look at yourself—you act like some effeminate man. Even your voice isn’t pleasant to hear. It would have been better if you said you couldn’t even speak properly. Look at your eyes—they look like someone about to sleep on the street. You lie and boast so much about yourself. By Allah, I will take your money if all you can give me is not patience. Otherwise, take your leave.”
Before she finished speaking, he turned with his large shoes, trying to get into the car. The heat of her anger and the patience she had tried to maintain made her cover her face and cry. She said, “Just an effeminate man who boasts about women, arrogant and self-important. Insha’Allah, you will feel the anger I felt and endure the suffering I go through at Innar Zara’u. And I swear, if you continue to pursue me, I will make sure you pay dearly. You won’t come back to give me patience, will you?”
Immediately, Abu Zaid started his car, the sound of the engine alone showing the value of the money spent on acquiring it. The impression of his name on the metal, just like the image of Abu Zaid’s face, was etched in Ummee’s mind along with his voice, his anger, and hatred, which outweighed anyone else’s in her heart. She cried all the way to Zulfa’s house, recalling her words that conveyed insult and mockery of God’s creation, which distressed her greatly and left her uneasy.
After returning home, she couldn’t stop feeling angry at the words she had used. Even though Abu Zaid’s age didn’t reflect anything particular, she knew he didn’t deserve such harsh words. If anyone else, she thought, had been in her place, they wouldn’t even glance at him—they would have just left, since she herself also had faults. A smile escaped her as she recalled her words and thought to herself that if he dared pursue her again, she would act. She realized the weight of her words, but her anger and hatred for him remained, thinking he treated her that way simply because he was wealthy. Men who are handsome and rich usually don’t impress her, because most of them, if not from wealthy families, come with trouble and differences, and the hardship she endured was enough to make her not want to be involved with them.
---
Zainab’s House Scene:
Zainab, sipping juice, looked at Siyaa in surprise and said, “I thought you went home.”
"No," Siyaa replied, lightly touching her face. “I was trying to get in before Daddy left, so I thought I’d return before he comes back. I don’t feel comfortable being at home otherwise.”
Zainab nodded without asking why she felt uncomfortable at home and continued what she was doing. Siyaa didn’t wait for security to accompany her, having already familiarized herself with the house. Everyone, including Safeera, turned their attention toward her as she tried to open the door. Safeera greeted Siyaa as usual, despite her mother’s constant scolding. Safeera hesitated to embrace him fully due to his stern expression, so she waited for permission. His large, veined hand was extended to her instead, which, to Safeera, was acceptable. Everything about him seemed perfect, and Zainab admired him openly, her eyes wide in awe at his presence.
Siyaa couldn’t move as she observed him, taking in every detail from his sturdy legs to his well-formed face. She greeted him respectfully, and he responded politely, as if nothing had ever happened between them. Abu Zaid, in most cases, doesn’t delete numbers or block people due to the presence of many others around, and he didn’t even notice her as he would in the past. Despite his attention elsewhere, she had to continue responding to her cousin’s name, knowing she couldn’t take a permanent place in his family, even if it meant risking her own life because of her love for him.
Safeera, on the other side, quietly began making a video of him. After greetings, Zainab, with her usual gestures, went to the room Safeera usually prepared for his birthday. Looking at the large mirror in her room, she thought of Ummee, describing him in her mind as "arrogant and boastful." His bright smile and white teeth fascinated her. She had never seen a woman like her since creation. She reflected on her patience being tested, her anger and frustration from his past arrogance. Even though he was rich and handsome, she didn’t allow him to insult her, which was new for him—he had never experienced such defiance.
---
Ummee’s Perspective:
Zahra sighed as she checked people’s statuses, stopping at Safeera’s. She didn’t know what exactly to do with her but ignored her messages, knowing she had no patience. Later, Ummee remembered past events, sighing and frowning. After bathing, she fell asleep. Sulaiman came in, looking serious, warning her against giving Zulfah sweets unless she wanted him to take action against her. Ummee watched him and smiled faintly, recalling her father’s ways that had given her some freedom.
---
Abu Zaid and Siyaa Scene:
Abu Zaid, in his deep husky voice full of anger, told Siyaa:
“I don’t want to see your face again. The past mistakes brought you here. I live not to repeat my past missteps. Our relationship is necessary, but some mistakes I hope never happen again. I don’t want trouble; let this be the last.”
Siyaa, overwhelmed with emotions, cried and said:
“When will you stop pretending, Abu Zaid? You know I love you as I always have. Please forget everything and forgive me. Let our hearts follow their desires. I swear, I will never run from you again.”
Abu Zaid’s eyes softened slightly, acknowledging her audacity. He explained that despite her past love, his chest, fame, beauty, and wealth were not for women like her. The past hadn’t changed—he could not risk repeating past mistakes, and any further defiance would only escalate things. He left the living room, giving her time to reflect on her position, as he always removed himself from toxic influence.
Zainab struggled to console her, realizing she had intensified her own guilt. Observing the interaction, Zainab saw the reality of their complex relationship, understanding Siyaa’s fight for his love despite her previous misdeeds.
---
Next Day:
Innar Zara’u went to the village, determined to fulfill her wishes. Fa’iz spent lavishly on Ummee, buying clothes and fulfilling all her needs. Within two days of Innar Zara’u’s journey, Fa’iz began giving Ummee attention…