Mahmud laughed because he was used to it and said,
“You will stretch your hand around her from behind and hold her by the waist… and she should do the same, then rest her head on your shoulder. That’s it.”
Just imagine the way Murad looked at him as if his eyes would fall out. More than two minutes passed and he still didn’t move, he only turned his face away.
Mahmud said,
“Come on M2, everyone is waiting for you.”
Murad clicked his tongue again, “Mtsss…” then he tried to place his hand on her waist — but as soon as he touched her, he quickly pulled it away because of an electric shock he felt. The same thing happened to her too; she even shut her eyes tightly.
Murad was very surprised. The only time he used to feel that shock was when he touched his late lovely sister. He knew this because he had never felt it again after her death. Even doctors had touched her while treating her and he never felt it.
Anger and hatred for her increased in his heart, even causing him pain.
Before he could finish thinking, his mother called. As soon as he picked up, she started scolding him — how could people be gathered and they were nowhere to be seen? Before he could explain, she cut the call.
He stared at the phone, said the shahada, forced himself, gathered the little courage he had left and finally held her waist.
Mahmud said,
“We are waiting for our bride.”
Her hands were trembling but she rested her head on his shoulder as instructed. Since he was taller, her head barely reached his shoulder.
They began walking slowly like royalty.
As they entered, everyone stared at them. The hall was completely full — elders and youths. Girls adjusted their scarves as if hoping to be noticed.
Fulani made a gesture to Maysam; no one understood what it meant, but Maysam lowered her head shyly and smiled softly. When she leaned more on Murad’s shoulder, he turned and looked at her. The position impressed people greatly.
They sat on two golden luxury chairs placed side by side.
The program started. Mahmud had prepared a fake love story about them. They were asked to dance while standing — money was sprayed on them.
Then they were asked to cut the cake together. He was taller and couldn’t bend, so he lifted her slightly so she could feed him. The crowd clapped loudly.
Food and drinks were served generously. Guests were given gift bags filled with perfumes and other items before leaving.
Around 10pm the party ended. Murad felt like disappearing and going home.
---
When they returned home, Murad grabbed her hand before she got out of the car. Even though he was struggling internally because of that strange shock he felt whenever he touched her.
He insulted her harshly, accusing her of gossiping and following him around. He warned her never to speak to him unless he gave her permission.
She endured everything silently.
The next morning, the King suggested Murad take his wife to England with him. Murad refused politely, saying she should stay and continue her education first.
Later, when Fulani left the room, Murad called Maysam.
She knelt before him trembling.
He slapped her and said:
That was for sitting on his mother’s lap.
That was for greeting him.
That was for looking at him.
He even slapped her again for being happy about going to school.
She cried silently.
---
Meanwhile, Murza was involved in evil plotting with Madina and the Waziri. They planned to kill Murad and Maysam using a herbalist (witch doctor).
But on her way back happily after collecting the charm, a trader’s vehicle knocked her down.
She screamed in pain.
She was rushed to hospitals until they reached Damagaram city.
Doctors later told her:
Her right leg had two fractures.
Her left leg had to be amputated completely.
She screamed uncontrollably.
---
Back at the palace, Maysam heard about Murza’s accident and begged to visit her. Fulani told her she must first ask her husband for permission.
When she went to Murad, he insulted her again. He even twisted her ear and warned her never to call Fulani “Momy” again.
He ordered her to leave his house immediately.
After she left, Murad thought deeply and decided it was better he returned to England.
Because whenever he touched her, that mysterious shock reminded him of his late sister and reopened old wounds.
He feared staying near her would bring back painful memories.
Mahmud laughed because he was used to it and said,
“You will stretch your hand around her from behind and hold her by the waist… and she should do the same, then rest her head on your shoulder. That’s it.”
Just imagine the way Murad looked at him as if his eyes would fall out. More than two minutes passed and he still didn’t move, he only turned his face away.
Mahmud said,
“Come on M2, everyone is waiting for you.”
Murad clicked his tongue again, “Mtsss…” then he tried to place his hand on her waist — but as soon as he touched her, he quickly pulled it away because of an electric shock he felt. The same thing happened to her too; she even shut her eyes tightly.
Murad was very surprised. The only time he used to feel that shock was when he touched his late lovely sister. He knew this because he had never felt it again after her death. Even doctors had touched her while treating her and he never felt it.
Anger and hatred for her increased in his heart, even causing him pain.
Before he could finish thinking, his mother called. As soon as he picked up, she started scolding him — how could people be gathered and they were nowhere to be seen? Before he could explain, she cut the call.
He stared at the phone, said the shahada, forced himself, gathered the little courage he had left and finally held her waist.
Mahmud said,
“We are waiting for our bride.”
Her hands were trembling but she rested her head on his shoulder as instructed. Since he was taller, her head barely reached his shoulder.
They began walking slowly like royalty.
As they entered, everyone stared at them. The hall was completely full — elders and youths. Girls adjusted their scarves as if hoping to be noticed.
The DJ played music.
Photographers surrounded them, flashes everywhere.
Fulani made a gesture to Maysam; no one understood what it meant, but Maysam lowered her head shyly and smiled softly. When she leaned more on Murad’s shoulder, he turned and looked at her. The position impressed people greatly.
They sat on two golden luxury chairs placed side by side.
The program started. Mahmud had prepared a fake love story about them. They were asked to dance while standing — money was sprayed on them.
Then they were asked to cut the cake together. He was taller and couldn’t bend, so he lifted her slightly so she could feed him. The crowd clapped loudly.
Food and drinks were served generously. Guests were given gift bags filled with perfumes and other items before leaving.
Around 10pm the party ended. Murad felt like disappearing and going home.
---
When they returned home, Murad grabbed her hand before she got out of the car. Even though he was struggling internally because of that strange shock he felt whenever he touched her.
He insulted her harshly, accusing her of gossiping and following him around. He warned her never to speak to him unless he gave her permission.
She endured everything silently.
The next morning, the King suggested Murad take his wife to England with him. Murad refused politely, saying she should stay and continue her education first.
Later, when Fulani left the room, Murad called Maysam.
She knelt before him trembling.
He slapped her and said:
That was for sitting on his mother’s lap.
That was for greeting him.
That was for looking at him.
He even slapped her again for being happy about going to school.
She cried silently.
---
Meanwhile, Murza was involved in evil plotting with Madina and the Waziri. They planned to kill Murad and Maysam using a herbalist (witch doctor).
But on her way back happily after collecting the charm, a trader’s vehicle knocked her down.
She screamed in pain.
She was rushed to hospitals until they reached Damagaram city.
Doctors later told her:
Her right leg had two fractures.
Her left leg had to be amputated completely.
She screamed uncontrollably.
---
Back at the palace, Maysam heard about Murza’s accident and begged to visit her. Fulani told her she must first ask her husband for permission.
When she went to Murad, he insulted her again. He even twisted her ear and warned her never to call Fulani “Momy” again.
He ordered her to leave his house immediately.
After she left, Murad thought deeply and decided it was better he returned to England.
Because whenever he touched her, that mysterious shock reminded him of his late sister and reopened old wounds.
He feared staying near her would bring back painful memories.