I loved Khadija Chapter Seven
In the men's wedding hall, he stood in a far corner... sadness and pain were truly killing him...
He stood watching his brother, happy and joyful, receiving congratulations and blessings from everyone.
He had every right to be happy, how could he not be when he was about to marry the houri of my heart, my beautiful little girl, the beauty and tenderness of whom I had never seen before? The one I loved in silence, to myself,
to whom I never dared to confide what was in my heart.
And that is what caused her to slip from my grasp. He smiled sarcastically at the naivety of his feelings and his chaste heart...
Me!!! I, who thought I was years older than her and was too embarrassed to confess my love for her.
My brother, who was years older than me, came... took courage and proposed to her. Today he stands happy with his marriage to her. Today she will be his wife and lawful for him. Today she will be forbidden to me. It will be forbidden for me to look at her, think about her, or wish for her in my arms.
Today!! What a day!!!!
What a terrible day. A day of my suffering and pain. The day my beloved spent the night in my brother's arms, enjoying her, while I burned with jealousy and pain.
Oh God...Oh God...Send down your peace upon me tonight...What a cruel night...How will this night pass!!!? How!!!?
This is the punishment for concealment and hesitation...Feelings and fate do not tolerate hesitation...and concealment...When we love, we do not hesitate...When we choose a love partner...a passion partner...a heart partner...We take risks...We venture into the experience and the adventure...And whatever the outcome, despite ourselves, we bear it...But enough for us is the honor of trying and taking risks...Laziness and laxity are the worst and most violent things that kill hope and love...and bleed the heart...We often lose what is in our hands and what is rightfully ours because of fear of the future...We waste the most beautiful things we have in life because of laziness and cowardice.
Marwan approached Zain. Marwan wondered: "Zain. Where are you, my son? Why are you standing so far away and leaving me alone? Do I have anyone else beside me on a day like this?"
Zain looked at him with pain and brokenness. He wiped away a stray tear that had escaped his eyes inadvertently. His voice cleared of its sadness and he spoke.
Zain pulled himself together: "Uh-huh. I'm here. But your friends were by your side and I left you two to talk."
Marwan, annoyed: "My friends!!! My friends? You're my brother, Zain, my only brother. The only one I have. You want to leave me alone? Do you think I'll leave you alone like this on your wedding day?!?"
He scolded himself and blamed his heart. His love and passion for her and his jealousy for her. He forgot that his brother was not to blame for this.
He proposed to her and she liked him, and she accepted him and she liked him. So why? He blamed him and got angry with him.
He was really to blame. He was the one who hesitated. He was the one who was secretive and didn't express his feelings. So why would he blame his brother for his own mistake... a mistake he made... why would he blame his brother for his happiness? On his wedding day? Now he must put his heart and jealousy aside and stand by his brother. This is fate... and fate, no matter how stubborn it is, there is no escape from it.
Zain looked at him with a heart burning with pain and nodded, agreeing with him.
Zain, clearly sad, said, "You're right. I'm sorry. Don't be mad at me."
He pulled him into his arms, hugged him, patted his back, and congratulated him.
Congratulations, Marwan.
Marwan, reproachfully, said, "Finally, you thought to congratulate me. Okay, uncle. Why didn't you respond to me on your wedding day?"
Let's go to those people who came to congratulate me.
Because in a little while, the notary public will be here and we'll sign the marriage contract. And be prepared! You and Ammar will be witnessing the marriage contract. Do you have a card, Major? Or should I take you to the police station?
He closed his eyes in pain, trying to calm down. From what was burning inside him... And with a silent, hidden plea... Enough, brother... Enough. I swear by God... Don't stab me any further. Enough pain. I can't bear it anymore. Do you want me to also witness the killing of my heart? And the bleeding of my soul? Ah, the cruelty of your punishment, oh time... But who feels for me... I am the only one standing in the funeral of my heart and the mourning of my love... Okay, brother, you can do what you want.
He nodded to his brother lightly. And smiled sarcastically.
Zain: No, uncle, I am with you. Don't worry. And who is it that will take me to the police station? This police station is my game, Ghandour.
Marwan happily: Hahahahaha. I am Ghandour the elder, and you are Ghandour the younger. Be a man so you can find me. Oh, teacher!
Zain sighed sadly: "God willing, the notary is here."
And indeed, the notary arrived and began performing the marriage contract. Zain's heart nearly ripped out with pain... and a stab... as he saw his brother's hand in Othman's and heard words that slaughtered him.
... I give you in marriage my righteous virgin daughter, Khadija Othman.
... ... And I accept her marriage...
... Congratulations to you both and may God unite you in goodness...
Ah, my pain. Everything is over now!!!... Now my beloved has become my brother's wife!!! The hard thing is over...
And the hardest thing has come. Now he must write his own testimony to the marriage of his brother and his beloved. He must write his own testimony to the slaughter of his heart... He must write his own death certificate for a love story that was never completed or... had not yet been written... that died in its infancy... like a fetus killed in its mother's womb... never destined to be fulfilled and come into life...
He took the pen and wrote his name on their marriage contract.
Oh, the pain... Oh, the sorrow... I'm now torn apart with grief... So what will I do in a few hours... After I watch them enter one room and one door close on them? What! What?... One room!!!! Yes... One bed!!!!? He closed his eyes tightly from the harshness of the imagination...
He woke up to the sounds of laughter and congratulations... and the ululations that drifted from the adjacent hall, the women's hall...
They took the notebook for the bride to write her approval, and she agreed...
Ammar returned with the notebook... and everything was over.
He approached his brother and embraced him in a long hug...
Zain: Congratulations, Marwan. May God make you happy, my love.
Marwan, with overwhelming joy: May God bless you, Zain. May it be the same for you.
Zain, broken: God willing.
Ammar approached Zain.
Ammar, blaming and reproaching: You know you're mean. Where have you been, my son? No one has seen you since Marwan proposed to Dija. And you didn't come up with any agreement that would make this happen!!!?
Zain swallowed hard: "Sorry, Ammar. I had work to do. You understand now."
Ammar: "I know, by God, God is with you. But tell me the truth. Didn't you tell me on my wedding day that you wanted to propose to someone you liked? What's up? Tell me what happened."
Zain sighed bitterly: "No, we didn't agree. She rejected me."
Ammar, surprised: "Are you serious? How could I have rejected you? How could you have been rejected?!"
Zain nodded hurtfully: "Yes, she rejected me and got married too. May God make her happy. The important thing is that she is happy. That's the most important thing."
Ammar sadly: "You..."
You loved her so much, Zain.
Zain looked at the empty space in front of him and sighed sadly: I loved her, that's all!!!! I'm in love with her, Ammar. She's the first and last love of my life.
Ammar, shocked: To this extent. How come you didn't tell me? Like, Zain, we've been lifelong friends!!!
Zain, clearly remorseful: I wish I'd told you... I wish I'd told you... But you know I've always been secretive and can't express what's inside me.
He tried to change the subject, "That's it. May God bless her. Tell me, how are you? How are you doing with marriage?"
Ammar, raving: I'm alive, my friend. I'm alive. Marriage is a blessing from God, especially when He blesses you with a righteous wife who loves you and whom you love. You live in heaven on earth."
Zain smiled happily at his friend: May God bless you, Ammar. Be brave. We want to see the new production.
What does it look like? I want to get to work quickly.
Ammar: Hahahahaha, of course. I'll get you a child and name him Zain, but God willing, his eyes will be blue like yours. So he'll be this pretty and the girls will fight over him. Remember when you were in high school? The girls used to bet on you.
Zain smiled lightly: Yes, I remember. They were carefree and carefree girls. Those were the days, and they're gone.
Ammar: And now there's nothing like that. You're the one who makes stones speak.
Zain let out a sigh: Yes, that's true... but you know that I've never had anything to do with that. I can't anger God, nor will I touch a woman except in a lawful way.
Ammar smiled: May God bless you, my friend, and grant you what you want.
Now, Marwan is in a hurry and needs to go. He smiled sarcastically... I don't think so, my friend. My brother took him and enjoyed him... and he forbade me... and that's it...
Zain said sadly: "Okay, let's go."
In the women's hall, a sad and remorseful bride sits, blaming herself and apologizing for what she did to herself.
But what good is regret and blame now!?
Nothing. The matter is over, and I have become the wife of someone else. And not just anyone, but his brother...! His brother!
Aaaah, Khadija, what have you done? What have you done?
Aaaah, O Lord, forgive me, forgive me.
I was hurt and confused. I don't know what my hands have done...
O God, strengthen me, strengthen my weakness, and take my hand.
O God, the hearts of your servants are in Your hands. You turn them as You wish. So, comfort my heart. Turn me away from him. And make my heart incline toward my husband. I do not want to disobey You. Oh God... Oh God...
Regret was eating her up, slaughtering her... But she was the one who chose... She was the one who was led by weakness and bad choices... Behind a bitter devil who made what wasn't hers seem good to her... What would be torment and pain...
Manar, Ammar's wife, approached Khadija. She was shocked by her sad appearance, not that of a bride at all...
Her weeping eyes and her makeup stained by the tears that were falling...
Manar, alarmed: What's wrong, Dija? Why all the crying? I was worried about you.
Khadija looked at her weakly and brokenly.
Khadija: I'm tired, Manar, tired... and suffocating... I don't know how I did this... how...
And she cried more and more...
Manar tried to calm her down so she wouldn't attract more attention.
Manar: Dija, come with me to the bathroom quickly. You have to fix that messed-up makeup. What will people say? Come quickly.
I took her to the bathroom and dried her tears. I fixed her makeup and asked her calmly.
Manar: What's wrong, Dija? I'm like a sister to you. Tell me, my love, what's wrong with you?!
Khadija looked tired and exhausted. Her headache was about to explode after the crying fit she had just had.
Khadija: I really can't speak, Manar. But when I'm ready, I'll definitely tell you... But the bottom line is that I didn't want this marriage...
Manar, worried and shocked: Are you sure? How!!! Please make me understand...
Khadija nodded to her: "Yes, I don't want her... but I will definitely tell you and make you understand..."
Maryam entered worriedly.
Maryam: "What's wrong, girls? What's taking you so long?" She looked at her daughter and was startled by the tears in her eyes. "What's wrong, my dear? What's wrong with you?!"
Manar sensed Khadija's confusion.
Manar: "Hahaha. Of course, Deeja is scared. She's a bride and embarrassed. You understand?"
Maryam approached her and hugged her tenderly and with tears.
Khadija hugged her tightly and burst into tears. "So much so..." It was as if she was asking her for protection, wishing she would take her home with her. She was truly afraid, even terrified, of what was to come...
Maryam: "I swear, your separation will be painful for me, my mother's heart." But every girl must go for marriage, and Marwan is a good man who loves you and will protect you. Stop crying, I'm already in pieces, only God knows. With me...
Fatima entered: "What's wrong with you guys?" She saw the hug that softened her heart and brought tears to her eyes.
Fatima: "And then with you, my heart aches, why did you do all this? Are you afraid of me or Marwan, Dija?"
By God, my dear, we will protect you. Don't be afraid. I will be in your mother's place.
Maryam gently pulled Khadija out of her embrace and looked into her eyes. Worriedly...
Maryam: "My dear, Hajja Fatima is reassuring you. Tell me, what's so scary? My heart tells me there's something else going on. What's wrong?!"
Khadija wiped her tears and took a deep breath.
Khadija calmly: "Nothing, Mom. I'm fine now. Don't worry about me."
Fatima smiled: "Okay, put on your cap and niqab because Marwan wants to go."
Khadija fearfully: "Why? It's early. Why is he in a hurry?"
Fatima: "Hahaha. You tell her, Mariam. Why is he in a hurry?"
Mariam felt her little girl's fear and panic.
Mariam: "Don't worry, my dear. Didn't we talk to each other yesterday and I explained everything to you? Try to calm down, my dear. You might get tired."
Manar: "Nothing, she'll be fine. Don't worry about it."
She held Khadija's hand. "Come on, Dija, so I can help you put on your cap and niqab."
The two girls left. Maryam turned to Fatima and pleaded.
Maryam: For my sake, Hajja Fatima, take care of Khadija. She's terrified.
Marwan ordered her to take care of her. Take it easy, please. I'm really worried about her.
Fatima smiled: Don't worry, I swear. Let's go so we don't make them late.
Khadija put on her hijab and niqab and went out with her mother, Fatima, and the women. Her father and Marwan were waiting for them in front of the hall door.
Her father took her hand and held her close with great tenderness. She was his beautiful, spoiled little girl. The one he had fed with his own hands when she was little. The one he had held by the hand as she took her first steps. The one whose heart danced with joy when she spoke.
His name was the first time. And he would be deprived of her today and hand her over to her husband. From tonight, a visitor would come to him, and he cried with joy and sadness at the same time.
In any case, she had become a bride pleasing to the eye. So he congratulated her and wished her well in her life and prayed for her to have righteous offspring.
Othman: Congratulations, my dear. May God make you happy and grant you righteous offspring. Take care of yourself and your husband. Fear God in him, he is your heaven and hell, Dija, you know.
Pleasing him so that God will be pleased with you, my daughter...
Khadija, with tearful eyes: Yes, Dad. But I will miss you and Mom a lot.
Othman: You too, my dear, by God. But that's the way of life. Come on, while I hand you over to your husband.
He took her hand and led her to Marwan, who eagerly and eagerly grasped hers. He brought her hands to his chest, leaned over them, and kissed them passionately. This was the first time he'd held her hands and felt their softness. He looked into her eyes with longing.
Marwan: Congratulations, my love, congratulations. You're finally my wife, Dija.
She blushed at his touch and words. She looked down.
Marwan: Tuttuttut. Today I don't want embarrassment. I've been crazy about you since the first day I saw you.
Ammar approached them mischievously: "What, uncle, when these things go away?"
Marwan: Hahahahaha. You're right, I want to fly home anyway.
He stood far away next to the car, waiting for them. His eyes nearly popped out of their socket as he saw his brother holding her possessively. He stood far away, a stranger forbidden to approach.
Marwan approached him, holding Khadija's arm, with everyone behind them. The two got in the back. His mother sat beside him, and he got into the driver's seat. He drove home, followed by her family.
They all arrived home, and the family said goodbye to their daughter. They entered the house, and the newlyweds went up to their room.
And his mother went to her room...
He sat in his room, trying to calm down. He wanted to rush to his brother's room, take her from him, and embrace her. He truly longed to hug her. He wished that all of this was just a nightmare, that he would wake up to find her as she was, his beloved and his little one... untouched... and that he could marry her.
He entered the bathroom, sat in the bathtub, and turned on the faucet. Water poured down on him as he tried to extinguish the fire in his body. The fire of jealousy... the fire of pain. The fire of regret... so many fires gnawing at his body, eating him up.
... .... .... .....
He took a step closer to her, and she took a step back. He could no longer stand it. More than that, he wanted to devour her, now that there was no more mind in him. She captured his heart with her enchanting beauty.
Marwan: And then you'll keep coming back like this? The door's behind you. Where will you leave me?
Khadija, fearfully and panickingly: Marwan, please. Let me take care of you. I'm really afraid of leaving you.
Marwan: Okay, didn't we pray for you to calm down a little? What's wrong?
He approached her and tightly wrapped his arms around her waist, forcing her into his embrace. He ran his fingers through her silky brown hair. He whispered longingly in her ear.
Marwan: I want you to give me all of yourself. I promise you, I'll make you live a night you'll swear by for the rest of your life.
And before she could say a word, he captured her lips passionately and longingly. He continued kissing her greedily and violently. She tried to move away, to escape this siege, but she couldn't. His physical strength far outweighed hers.
He continued kissing her violently, then let go of her lips after a crushing embrace. He let go after they were swollen from his kisses and bleeding from his attack.
He began kissing her neck, her throat, and everything that fell under his lips.
She tried to find her voice and whispered through her tears.
Khadija: Marwan, please, enough, please.
It was as if he hadn't heard her, as if he were unconscious... drugged... unaware of anything around him except what he wanted. To quench the fire in his body from his longing for her. He wanted to possess her at any cost.
Without caring about her, her tears, her fear, and her panic, he carried her and threw her on the bed. He quickly took off his shirt, even cutting off its buttons. He couldn't wait to untie them gently. He approached her and tore her dress with extreme violence. He proceeded to take his rights from her forcefully and coercively.
At that, Khadija let out a deafening scream that echoed throughout the house, followed by louder and more intense screams.
The screams reached his ears as he sat on his balcony, puffing on his cigarette. He was startled and his heart sank. He rushed to investigate the reason for her screams, but he couldn't knock on their door.
He rushed downstairs to his mother's room. He entered, startling her.
Zain: "Mom... hurry up, Dija is screaming. Come and see what's wrong with her."
His mother smiled calmly. She placed her Quran next to her and took off her glasses.
Fatima: "My dear, don't worry. They're newlyweds. That's normal, you understand now."
His features darkened and his eyebrows furrowed in anger. You mean she's screaming because... because...
No, no, no, I don't want to imagine. I don't want to.
He closed his eyes angrily and clenched his fists, boiling like boiling water.
He swallowed hard.
But not to this extent!! She was screaming hysterically.
Mom, please, Dija is a trust in our hands. Go see what's wrong with her. Marwan is crazy and could hurt her, I know.
Fatima: My dear, don't be afraid. If they need me, they'll finish me, but that's not right...
Before she could finish her sentence, she was cut off when Marwan entered, his face torn and disheveled. His shirt was stained with blood.
Marwan, alarmed: Mom, help me. Khadija has fainted and is bleeding. I don't know what to do.
Fatima was shocked and slapped her chest with fear and worry.
Fatima: What did you do to the girl, Marwan? I promised her mother that we would keep her in our eyes. Shame on you, Sheikh. Shame on you.
His eyes reddened and his head burned, searching for a way out but finding none. He rushed at him, grabbed him by the collar, and pinned him to the wall. In a roaring, angry voice, he said, "Zain: What did you do to her? What happened to Dija? Speak up, or I'll kill you."
Marwan, angrily, said, "Take your hand away. It's none of your business. She's my wife. Don't let me see her speechless."
Zain pushed him hard, knocking him to the ground. He ran upstairs to see what that idiot had done to his little girl.
But Marwan quickly followed him, calling out to him angrily.
Marwan: "Zain... Zain... wait here..."
What do you think happened to Khadija? And what will Zain do with his brother?!
The chapter is over, my dears. I'll see you in the next chapter. Tell us your thoughts and predictions for what's coming. I'm going to miss you.