I loved Khadija Chapter Six
A week passed... seven days that felt like an eternity for everyone.
Marwan collapsed every day, fearing Khadija's rejection. He threatened her with woe and misery if she refused.
Khadija suffered every hour and every minute. She didn't know what to do. She rejected Marwan and never married anyone other than her lover...!!! But how!! How, when he never even thought of her!!?
How, when she felt that he didn't reciprocate her feelings? He didn't care about her love or her suffering. And if she rejected Marwan, then she would be far away from him forever.
Suddenly, her devil came to her and whispered to her that if she married Marwan, she would be close to Zein, see him, know his news, and talk to him. Looking into his eyes was enough for her.
But her mind told her that this was how she was playing with fire. Whoever plays with fire, it burns them alone, and no one else.
She was weak, torn apart, irrational, and incapable of reasoning.
She was at war between her heart and her devil, between her mind and her wisdom.
I wonder what she would do? Who would win? Her heart or her mind?
Zain was torn apart with grief, jealousy, and eagerness to know Khadija's opinion. He went crazy whenever he imagined her final agreement.
"So you'll marry my brother?"
"Oh, you. No... No, for God's sake, my little girl, don't stab me with your fists. Don't marry anyone else, especially Marwan. No, my brother, no, Khadija, please."
Zain sat on his bed, his eyes torn apart. He thought about what to do.
"Zain: Okay, I'll try to talk to her. I'll try to confess my love to her. Maybe she'll change her mind and not marry Marwan.
"But... But... Is it possible that she doesn't love me? But... But. I sensed that she was drawn to me... I sensed a look of longing in her eyes.
"No, no, Zain. You've definitely been imagining things." If it were as you say, I wouldn't have agreed to it and agreed to the visit. And all this time, she was praying for guidance.
If that were the case, why did she agree? Why didn't she even try to talk to me? I'm definitely not on her mind. She must have liked Marwan because he was lively and a womanizer. She definitely liked his style and manner. She definitely fell in love with him.
He let out a deep sigh. It came from his heart and penetrated between his ribs. He closed his eyes in sorrow and threw himself on his bed, suffering alone. He couldn't talk to anyone or express what was in his heart to anyone. Who would understand him or believe him? Everyone suspected him. That he was the one looking at his brother's fiancée and wishing for her for himself. No one would understand his pain and suffering.
The effect of the silence, the suffering, and the pain was lonely, as usual, always silent and mysterious.
Her phone rang nonstop, and the caller was a number she didn't know. She was lost in her thoughts and sorrow, but... The constant ringing of the phone bothered her, so she decided to answer.
Khadija: Peace be upon you.
Caller. With a loving, eager voice: The sweetest, most beautiful peace be upon you I've ever heard in my life. What's that voice? It's a canary, guys.
She frowned, wondering if she knew the voice, but wasn't sure who it belonged to. She answered angrily.
Khadija: Who are you?
Caller. With passion: Me!! I'm the lover who melted in your eyes from the first time I saw them. I'm the one who melted in you and in every detail of you from the first time I saw you.
Do you know who I am?
Khadija was certain of the voice's owner and closed her eyes in pain. She replied:
"Marwan!"
Marwan: Yes, Marwan. Marwan, who was humiliated by you. Oh, beautiful lady.
Khadija: Can you stop talking like that, if you'll forgive me?
Marwan: It's not in my hands. I can't help it. I've been going crazy over you since the day I saw you.
And you're letting the fire consume me and kill me. And I'm on edge because of your response.
Have mercy on me, Dija, have mercy on my heart. Shame on you.
Khadija was confused by the way he spoke. She wasn't used to hearing words of flirtation and love.
And Marwan was experienced at it and mastered it with great skill. He knew how to ensnare girls. And this wasn't just any girl. She was the one who challenged himself and his brother that he would get her, and he must win. The challenge by any means possible.
Khadija: Ahem. May I know why you're calling? Where did you get my number?
Marwan: Ohhhh. For many reasons, including the fact that I miss you.
And that I'd die hearing your voice.
And that I've finally become obsessed with you. And your smile, which I've yet to see. And I'd die to know your response. Do you approve of me or not? Where did I get your number from? I can do anything.
A person in love will do the impossible to get close to the one they love.
And if you were at the other end of the world, I would have found you and known how to reach you.
Khadija was lost in his conversation. He's right. Whoever loves will do anything to get the one they love.
So! So Zein didn't love me. He didn't try to reach me!?
As for this crazy person, despite my dislike for him and my cold interview with him on the day of the vision, he tried and searched. He got my number and called me.
Aaaah, Zein. I wish you were the one who listened to this honeyed talk. I wish you were.
Marwan: Where did you go? Khadija, please ease my heart and agree. I truly have never been so attracted to anyone. I truly feel like I loved you at first sight. I melted in your eyes, don't break my heart, Dija, don't!
Khadija didn't know what to say as he begged her, showering her with love, words of flirtation, and longing.
Khadija: "Yes, but... but you should call Dad or Ammar, not me."
Marwan: "By your life, I'll call your dad, mom, brother, and your whole family. But I swear, you're the most beautiful mermaid I've ever seen."
Khadija, shyly clear in her voice: "Marwan, if you'll excuse me, don't say this."
Marwan, realizing he'd hit the nail on the head: "Are you embarrassed?!"
Khadija: "What do you think?"
Marwan: "And I love your shyness... Come on, Dija, answer me now."
Khadija: "What should I say?"
Marwan: "Say 'yes.' And ease my heart."
Khadija was torn between her love for Zein. And between Marwan's refusal and breaking his heart. Especially after what she heard from him. She doesn't want to be the reason for someone's heartbreak. Just like Zain was the reason for her heartbreak.
And also, her demon came to her at that moment. And reminded her of Zain and her closeness to him when she married Marwan.
Marwan: Ohhh. This is so hard.
With fake sadness. I guess I intruded on you and you didn't want me to. I'm sorry. I just hoped you would agree. And not break my heart.
Khadija, challenging herself and her imaginary love: Marwan, I agree.
Marwan, happily and triumphantly: Really, Dija, so it's over. You're mine now. Mine alone.
Ah, Dija, I promise I'll make you happy. There's no woman in the world who won't envy you for the happiness you'll have.
He continued calmly, gathering words. I promise you... my love, my sweetest houri, that I love you and will pamper you in the sweetest and most beautiful way.
Khadija shyly: Ahem. I'll call Dad.
And Ammar and
I'll do everything with them.
Marwan: From my eyes, my love. Yes, I'll talk to them with a cold heart.
Khadija: Ahem. I have to hang up.
Marwan: Even though I want to talk to you for as long as possible. But that's it, as you wish. Bye, my love.
Khadija hung up, crying.
Aaaah, what did I do?!
Was what I did right or wrong?!
Is it really possible for me to forget Zein with Marwan?
Can Marwan make me forget my pain and wounds from Zein?!
Oh God, relieve me. My strength has collapsed and I no longer know what is right. Oh God, decree what is best for me wherever it is. I am tired. Really tired.
He entered the house, as he had been since the incident. Sad, his face pale, and he looked tired, exhausted, and lacking sleep and rest.
He entered and found his mother and brother talking and laughing. He greeted them and sat down.
Zain, tiredly: Good evening.
Fatima: Good evening, my love.
Worried, what's wrong, Zain? You don't seem to be comforting me. You've been tired for a week and haven't eaten anything. What's wrong, my love?
He closed his eyes and covered his nose with exhaustion and sighed bitterly.
Zain: Nothing, Mom. Don't worry. I'm just exhausted from work, and I have a terrible headache. My head is about to explode.
He rested his head on the back of the chair, tired.
Fatima, worried and afraid, stood next to him. She stroked his head tenderly and gently brushed back a few strands of his hair.
Fatima: What's wrong, my dear? Get well soon. Tell me what's best for you. May God curse the work that's exhausting you and wearing you out like this.
He gently opened his eyes and looked at his mother with a reproach he couldn't express to her or to any other creature.
Aaaah, mother. If only you knew who hurt me and stuck the knife in my heart. Aaaah, if only you knew who robbed me and my dreams. Aaaah, mother.
It's you! It's my brother!
My family is the one who hurt me and did all this to me.
He closed his eyes again and was about to escape. A tear fell, but he caught it and put it back in its place, silently falling inside him.
Fatima: Aaaah, I'll go get you something to eat. And something for your headache. Just a second, my love. I won't be long. She went inside.
Marwan: What's wrong, uncle? Why are you acting spoiled with your mother? You're right, you're the little one on the rock.
Zain glared at him angrily. What does this idiot want? Does he envy me for worrying about my mother? Isn't what he's taken from me enough? You're just an idiot. Zain arched his mouth sarcastically: "She's missing a horn. It's better for you to not have a horn."
Marwan: "Hahahahaha. No, uncle, not a horn or anything like that. It's just a matter of time before my wife comes to light up the house and pamper me as I please, and you can have your fill with your mother."
Zain straightened up in his seat, paying attention, and asked.
Zain: "Who is this, my brother?"
Marwan: "Yes, I didn't hear you. My wife, I'm telling you, my wife. Dirty."
Zain gritted his teeth angrily and jealously: "And you still don't know her opinion? I think after all this delay in responding to you, you should forget and find someone else."
Marwan stood up, put his hands in his cotton pants pockets, approached Zain, and glared at him defiantly.
Marwan: "I don't see who. I told you I'd marry her, so I'd marry her." And anyway, she agreed.
Zain was shocked: "She agreed, are you sure? Ammar is the one who informed you."
Marwan, confidently and arrogantly: Uh-huh. She told me herself.
Zain, surprised: She?! How?!
Marwan: I was talking to her on the phone, and she told me.
Zain, deadly jealous: And since when have you been talking to her on the phone?
Marwan, lying: Since the day of the vision. But she doesn't want anyone to know.
Zain felt dizzy and could no longer stand. He sat back in the chair, disappointed.
Zain: Are you serious?
Marwan: Yes, of course. And I spoke to my uncle Othman and agreed with him that we would go tomorrow, agree on everything, and set a date for the marriage contract and consummation. I told him I don't want an engagement or a marriage contract. I want to get married right away.
Zain clenched his fists in anger. What?! A marriage so quickly. And she was talking to him on the phone?!
And I'm dying with jealousy every hour. Aaaah. Calm down, my heart, calm down.
I can't stand your rage anymore. I'm tired, I swear I'm tired.
Marwan: Why are you silent? Why won't you say congratulations?
Zain said bitterly and painfully. His tongue was heavy, and he couldn't say it. Who would congratulate the thief of his heart, love, and dreams? Congratulations on his marriage. From whom? From my beloved and little girl, whom I'm jealous of. What is this punishment that I am receiving from you, oh time? Why? What is my crime?
What is my fault to be inflicted with all this pain?
He forced himself and forced his tongue to speak with difficulty, and she came out pale and devoid of any joy.
Zain: Mmm... congratulations.
He stood up, closed his eyes, and quickly went up to his room, unable to hold back his tears any longer.
Fatima came out of the kitchen. She didn't find Zain, so she asked Marwan:
Fatima: God. Where is Zain so he can eat and take his medicine?
Marwan nonchalantly. He fiddled with his phone: "No, he went to his room. Put the food down. He'll come down now."
She put the food down and sat down, confused and thinking.
Fatima: "What should I tell you, Marwan? What's wrong with your brother? He's been sad and unfaithful for a while. You don't know what's wrong with him?" Marwan answered slyly: "Jealous."
Fatima, not understanding: "Jealous?! From whom? And from what?"
Marwan: "From me. Because I'm getting married and he's not. It seems like the whole thing is fine in his eyes. Be brave and find him a bride as beautiful as Dija. Because I'm getting married and he's always on my tail."
Fatima, happily: "That's enough for me. This is my wedding day. Just finish your marriage and then I'll wake him up and marry him to a beautiful girl."
Marwan: "More beautiful than Dija?"
Fatima: "And he has Dija's beauty." May God, my son, fix your situation and grant you happiness, God willing.
Marwan: God, my mother, God willing.
She sat in her room, confused and anxious, pacing back and forth. Marwan and his mother were sitting outside with her family, setting a date for the wedding.
After a while, her mother knocked on her door. She entered.
Maryam: What's wrong, Dija? Why didn't you come out? Hajja Fatima is asking about you. We also want your opinion on something. Come with me quickly.
I nodded lightly and followed her, greeted her, and sat down.
Fatima: Welcome, welcome to our bride. How are you, my beauty?
Khadija: Thank God, I'm fine. We ask God for well-being.
Fatima: God willing. Always, my love.
Othman: Dija. Hajja and Marwan. They wanted your opinion on something. They want you to get married. In the villa with her. To cheer her up. Especially since Marwan doesn't want to be away from her. Because she'll be lonely after the wedding and Zein is always traveling.
Khadija was shocked. Where are we going to get married? How?
It won't work. No, no, we'd better live in an apartment alone.
Ammar: Why, Dija? Fatima loves you like her own daughter. You two will be comfortable together.
Think again.
Khadija, angrily: No, no, I said no.
Fatima, shocked by Khadija's reaction, and clearly sad at the same time. She truly loved her like a daughter and had never done anything to upset her. So why all this rejection?
Fatima, with tears: Okay, Ammar, don't pressure her. She's free. That's her right.
Marwan, angrily and confused: Yes, Mom, but I promised you I wouldn't make her cry.
Fatima, wiping her tears: It's okay, what matters is that you're happy. I'm not important.
Khadija felt sad, and her heart softened for this woman she loved and respected. She hadn't hurt her. She didn't want to live with her for Zain, not her. She was afraid of being so close to him. She thought being close to him meant knowing his news, seeing him, and talking to him from time to time. But living with him in the same house under the same roof, strangers to each other, was not appropriate. This is too much to bear. Khadija cried and approached Fatima, sat next to her, and patted her hands.
Khadija: I'm sorry. I swear I didn't mean to upset you. I owe you one.
Fatima smiled sadly: No, my daughter, don't worry about it. I'm not upset. I just wanted us to live in one house together. Even when Zein gets married, he and his wife will live with us. But you have to be comfortable. Do what you like. But my daughter, I want you to understand and know well that I'm neither a mother-in-law nor a bad girl. You're my daughter, and I swear I love you like my own daughter.
Khadija in pain: Hahaha, Zein is getting married.
Fatima: God willing, I'll finish your marriage with Marwan. Why then will I wake up and marry him off?
Khadija in pain: So I'm hurt and jealous of him while he's planning to marry another woman, how stupid of me. So you can do whatever you want.
Khadija firmly: I agree that we marry you at the villa.
Marwan happily: Really, Dija?
Fatima happily: That's true, my daughter. From your heart, or just to avoid upsetting me?
Khadija: No, from my heart. I love you very much. Like mom, and we'll be comfortable together.
Othman: By God's grace. That's fine.
Maryam: Congratulations, Hajja Fatima. Congratulations, Marwan.
Marwan: May God bless you, my mother-in-law.
Fatima: Congratulations to us and to you. May God protect her for you, Maryam. How beautifully you raised her. And I promise you both. I will put her in my eyes.
Othman: We're sure, Hajja. You're the mother of all. May God bless you.
Marwan: Okay, uncle, what do you think about us getting married at the beginning of the month?
Khadija: No, of course not. That would be in two weeks, too early.
Ammar: Yes, Dija's exams are in a month. It's better after the exams.
Marwan: Why? Am I going to prevent her from taking her exams? We'll get married and then she'll take her exams normally. But honestly, I can't wait. I want her today before tomorrow.
Khadija blushed at his words.
Maryam: Yes, my son, but...
Fatima: It's okay. Let's celebrate, and if she needs anything from the star, you and I will go down and get her everything she needs.
Maryam: No, not at all. I've been preparing Dija since she was little. And thank God, she's prepared enough for four brides. But I'm talking about her. I think they should sign the marriage contract first, take each other on, and then get married.
Marwan: No, my mother-in-law, by your life. I'll make her take over in one day, don't worry. But it's really hard to wait a month or more. Especially since the villa is ready, nothing is missing. And Khadija can come down and choose the bedroom one day, no problem. What did you say?
Ammar: Hahaha. You're in too much of a hurry, Marwan.
Marwan: Hahaha. I think you're the one who should understand and feel for me the most, right? You're still a newlywed.
Ammar: Hahaha. I really feel for you, but what matters is Dija's opinion. What did you say?
Khadija felt like she was in a vortex, not knowing what to do. Her life had been turned upside down overnight. Suddenly, her dreams had been shattered, her hopes shattered, and her heart broken. And now they're setting a date for her wedding. But I have to forget. I have to live my life. With the one who loved me and chose me. I won't keep crying in grief over the one who humiliated me and broke my heart.
And with tears of hurt and pain... but I... I... I love him, in fact, I adore him. What should I do?
And she ran to her room.
Fatima: Hahaha. Dija was embarrassed.
Maryam: Hahaha. Yes, of course, Dija had originally canceled the idea of marriage until she finished college. But fate was there. Marwan changed everything.
Fatima: May God complete it for the best and bless them with righteous offspring.
All: Amen.
Marwan: Okay, uncle, what do you think? I'll arrange everything by the beginning of the month and reserve the halls.
Othman: By God, my son, what should I say? May God complete it for the best.
Fatima, with overwhelming joy: Congratulations and puts her trust in God.
And she divorced. A torrent of ululations.
Maryam: Hahahahaha. May God grant you health, my lady. And make us happy with them.
Fatima: God willing, my dear. Listen, God willing, I will call you tomorrow and we will meet. Deeja will come with you to choose the wedding dress. We will go to the place you tell us, and I will buy her the dress she chooses. God willing, how much will it cost? I have my eyes on her. And Marwan will never skimp on her.
Maryam: God willing. We will meet tomorrow.
The next day came. They met and bought the wedding dress. Marwan prepared everything. He reserved the wedding halls.
The long-awaited day came. The day that passed them by as if it had taken an eternity. The day on which they suffered the most.