I loved Khadija Chapter Fourteen
Khaled, deeply saddened: Marwan is your brother...
Zain, worried, his heart pounding with fear: What's wrong with Marwan, Khaled? Speak up!!! What's wrong with my brother?
Khaled lowered his head sadly: He had an accident and is in the hospital. The accident was very serious, and his condition is critical.
Zain, shocked, jumped towards him quickly and forcefully, grabbed his arms, and shook him violently.
Zain: What happened to Marwan? Speak up, what happened to him, my brother?!!!
Khaled: Calm down, Zain, please. He's currently in the hospital, but his condition is critical. He asked them to call you because they couldn't reach you. Marwan gave them my number, so they called me...
Zain swallowed sadly: What hospital is he in?!!?
Khaled: Come on, I'm coming with you.
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He opened the door and entered the room slowly and carefully, facing his brother, who was surrounded by medical wraps and numerous medical devices. His face and body were covered with wounds and bruises. He approached him, tears streaming down his cheeks. He approached his bed, grabbed his hand, and hugged it tightly.
Zain sadly: Marwan, are you okay, brother? Are you okay?...
He turned to him weakly and feebly, and the words came out of his mouth with difficulty, soft, and interrupted.
Marwan: Zain... Why did you come so late?! I was afraid I'd die before you could forgive me...
Zain, surprised: What are you saying? You're not going to die. It was just a minor accident, and God willing, you'll get better and be fine. And then, what should I forgive you for? We're sisters...
Marwan swallowed hard: I know you love Dija and have for a long time. And yet, you married her. And I know you love her...
Zain was surprised and shocked.. Is it possible that my brother knew about my love for her and that I married her!!!: What are you saying?!
Marwan nodded weakly at him, his eyes welling up with tears: Yes, your jealousy and anger that were evident on you when you found out I was going to marry her, I understood them. I could see your sadness and jealousy for her in your eyes. And yet, I went ahead with my marriage to her...
At first, I intended to take her from you because I liked her. I didn't want to lose my bet with you that I would marry her... And even after my marriage to her, I could see your fear for her from me... You were more jealous of her than I was of her... I didn't love her yet...
But believe me, after I married her and lived together... I loved her... I loved her so much. I swear I regretted breaking your heart. But what consoled me was that I didn't know if she loved you or not. I felt like she saw me as a brother, nothing more...
Khadija also stood by me a lot and helped me a lot... so I could start over...
Zain, I was addicted...
Zain's eyes welled up with tears of betrayal and he gripped his hair tightly in anger: "I don't know how many surprises I'm hearing from you today. What are you saying?!"
Marwan, regretfully: "Yes, and Khadija knew and stood by me and helped me. When we traveled, I was getting treatment, not having fun.
She endured beatings, insults, and humiliation from me. I would break the chalet over her head in anger.
I would sleep with her to vent my anger and the pain in my body from the pain I was in.
She endured, tolerated me, helped me, and I became a new person." I repented, continued to pray, and returned to God through her...
God sent her to me to bring me back from the path of error I was on. She also gave me a son from me...
Okay, I'll die, but I'll leave Dija. Okay, my son is a trust in your hands. Marry her and make up for what she saw with me with your love and your paradise. I know you love her. Make her love you. Maybe you can do what I couldn't... Maybe you can make her happy, because I tried but failed, always seeing her sad and silent... Maybe she loved my company, but she didn't love me...
Okay, despite his sadness over what his brother had done in the past, in the end, his brother couldn't hate him, especially in his current situation... And he would never gloat over what happened to him... His intentions were sincere, wishing his brother recovery...
He approached him and held his hand. With tears of fear and forgiveness...
Zain tenderly: And I forgive you... I swear I forgive you... But you will not die... You will live. And Khadija will remain your wife. You... She will only be yours...
Marwan, exhausted and feeling his end is approaching: Zain, there's no time for this talk. Tell me, did you talk to them to come... I'm afraid I'll die before I see her and Zain... and my mother...
Zain, his heart torn with grief for his brother: Yes, and they're on their way. I sent Khaled to bring them, and they're on their way...
Marwan, with tears, held his brother's hands: Zain, uncle, take care of my son. Put this in your eyes and tell her to forgive me for depriving her of you... Tell her that I wasn't bad or evil... I was weak... But when I woke up, she was finally my wife and I loved her... I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Zein... Betrayal came from the closest person to you... From your brother, the only one you had... The one who was supposed to wish you the best... But he betrayed you and saw you suffering in front of him every day while he watched you...
Zein with tears: Marwan, enough... Enough, please... She loved you in the first place, not me. She never felt anything for me... She saw me as just a brother... And that's why she married you and had children with you. Don't blame yourself, please. What happened, happened...
The door of the room opened and she ran in with his mother and Yara, carrying little Zein.
She approached him crying and held his hand.
Khadija, alarmed: Marwan, what did he do to you?...!!!! Get well soon.
Marwan hugged her hand tightly, brought it close to his mouth, and kissed it passionately, with tearful eyes:
Take care of yourself, my love. I loved you... I loved you so much, so much. Remember me, Dija, please... Don't forget that I tried to make it up to you... Forgive me if I hurt you...
Khadija, crying bitterly, could never deny that she loved being with him since he changed and became better, and that he was skilled at making her happy. She couldn't deny that he showered her with love and tenderness...
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Khadija, with tears and sadness: Don't say that, please. Why are you hurting my heart?!!!! Why? You'll be fine, I'm sure of it.
His mother approached him, her feet unable to support her as she saw her son and her first joy lying like that. She was crying, her heart breaking with sadness. He looked at her tenderly, for she was the source of love and tenderness, his mother, and the first person he hugged with tenderness.
Marwan: Mom. I will miss you. Forgive me, mom, for anything I did that upset you, please. I've tired you out and hurt your heart since I was little...
Fatima, crying bitterly: I will never forgive you if you leave me and go. Even if you betray me and die, I will not forgive you. It's easier for you to hurt my heart, it's easier for you to see you like this. No, no, don't, don't, my little one, don't...
Marwan, with tears: Mom, hug me, mom...
Fatima, wiping her tears away forcefully: No, no, I won't hug you. You want me to hug you so you can die in my arms
No, no, Marwan...
Zain collapsed and hit the wall hard with his fist... "Mom, please, enough..."
Marwan: "Dija, I want to give you a will and for you to carry it out for my sake."
Khadija: "Marwan, enough. Enough. Why are you doing this? Shut up, shut up."
Marwan: "Give me your hand. And you, Zain, give me your hand."
They looked at each other in surprise at what he wanted.
He took each of their hands and placed Zain's hand on Khadija's. He clasped them together...
Marwan: "Dija, I asked Zain to marry you. I won't trust you and my son except with my brother. Please, don't refuse. Please... Agree to marry him."
Khadija pulled her hand away in shock. What are you saying? Shut up... Shut up...
Marwan looked at Yara: Yara, appreciate Zein's position and don't stand in the way of this marriage, please. I won't forgive you if you stop them...
He looked at his little one with longing... Bring Zein, I want to hug him...
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Jealousy was gnawing at her, but now was not the time... She brought her little one, who was just a few months old, close to him. He hugged him, tears welling up, and kissed him. Then he looked at his mother, pleading...
Mom, please hug me.
She couldn't control herself, certain that his end was near. She approached him and hugged him tightly, holding him to her chest, which had been his first refuge since he was a child.
She was crying while hugging him, and he hugged her tightly until she felt his arms loosen around her. She felt his breathing stop. She knew he had met his Lord and the matter was over.
She cried with grief and bitterness as she hugged him tightly and let out a loud, bitter scream.
Aaaaah. Aaaaah. No, no, you betrayed me, Marwan. Why did you betray me? Why did you walk away and leave me? Who will die first? Who?
Aaaah. You were the one who should have taken me to my grave, not me, not me, my love.
I wish I had died before this day came. I wish I had died.
Everyone was crying, unable to believe that it was over and Marwan had died.
He approached his mother and hugged her tightly as they cried. She hugged him, clinging to him, for he was all she had left.
Fatima: Your brother is dead, Zein. Marwan is dead, Zein. He is dead... Aaaah, my heart, aaaah, my son... Oh God... Oh God.
Zein, crying: Mother, enough, enough. I have no one left but you. Hold on, I kiss your hand.
Fatima: How... How... Your father broke me with his death. And your brother finished me off, broke my back, died, and left me. My son died before my eyes, he died...
She looked at him, unable to believe his death. She couldn't believe that all this had happened in the blink of an eye. Could it be that Marwan had died after all this? Could it be that after he had improved and repented, he would still die? Why?!
Why did fate play with her? Why did it always put her through these difficult tests?
She felt like her feet were like jelly, unable to feel anything. Her vision blurred, and she fell to the ground, losing consciousness. She felt nothing.
He saw her, moved away from his mother's embrace. He approached her, carried her, and placed her in another room for treatment. He returned to his brother.
He performed all the burial procedures and buried his brother, sad as he was. No matter how much he had longed for her closeness, he would never have wished to be with her over his brother's body. He had never wished for his death.
She recovered from her shock and returned home. The house was sad and silent, with nothing but the sound of the little boy's crying. Fatima was sad the entire time, crying, and hugging his picture. She, too, was always confined to her room, only leaving it when necessary, when summoned to offer her condolences.
He was sad all the time, thinking about his brother's last words, not knowing God's wisdom behind all that had happened.
But what he was certain of was that what had happened was inevitably in his brother's best interest.
Yes, perhaps God had done this so that Marwan would return to Him and repent before his death, for his appointed time was with his Lord.
He wounded his heart to revive his brother's. He was not as sad about his wounds and pain as he was happy about his brother's end, for he died after repenting from his past. Whatever had happened to him did not matter to him.
But would she fulfill his brother's will and marry him?!
Or did she still love his brother and be unable to forget him?!
Would she finally be his destiny? Or would she suffer again and choose someone else?!
He let out a deep sigh, not knowing what the days had in store for him again. He shook off all these thoughts and went to his closet to get his clothes. While searching, he noticed a hidden medical envelope containing what appeared to be reports for an analysis. He grabbed it and read it. What he read shocked him, making his eyes bulge and his features filled with anger.
Yara was coming out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe. She was drying her hair, and when she saw the envelope in his hand, she panicked and dropped the towel.
Zain, angrily gritting his teeth in anger, brandished the envelope in her face, "Can I know what this is and why you kept it from me?"
She lowered her head in shame, tears welling up in her eyes.
Yara: "I know I should have told you from the beginning of our marriage. I'm sorry."
Zain: "Why did you hide it from me? Why?"
Yara: "I knew I was infertile before I married you."
Zain, shocked,: "What are you saying?" He continued angrily: "Why do all these people keep stabbing me in the back? Why does everyone deliberately hurt me? What did I do to you to deserve all this? Why didn't you tell me from the beginning? You could have let me choose. Why did you do this?"
Yara, crying: Because I loved you. I loved you, and I was afraid you'd leave me. I had hope of getting treatment. And I really tried a lot. I was taking medication and had more than one operation, but to no avail.
Zain, surprised: What did you do? What kind of operation and when?!
Yara: When I traveled to the conferences I was telling you about, I used to travel and have these operations done."
Zain smiled sarcastically: "Yeah. And buff, your husband is sleeping soundly, not wanting to hurt you or broach the subject with you because he's afraid for your feelings. And you're taking advantage of him and doing all this behind his back."
Very good. I wonder what the outcome of all this will be.
Yara, brokenly: I've had a problem with my uterus since the day I was born, and I've tried to fix it, but to no avail. I'm sterile, Zein, sterile. I'm sorry, I'm sorry... please forgive me, please.
He closed his eyes and held his head, trying to pull himself together to bear these many slaps of fate.
He didn't know whether to get angry at her because she hid from him and deceived him from the beginning, or to pity me because it's not in her hands. After all, she has a choice in this. This is God's will, she has no say in it.
She approached him and, broken and weak, patted his shoulder, begging him with tearful, loving eyes not to leave her, not to punish her.
Yara: I'm sorry... forgive me... I love you, I swear I love you... If you want to divorce me, I'm ready...
He interrupted her conversation and pleas by pulling her towards him and hugging her tightly, pitying her situation and saddened by her situation.
Zein: Enough... enough... shut up... I will never divorce you, even if you can't have children. It's not in your hands, it's God's will. The only thing that upsets me is that you hid it from me and deceived me. But I don't blame you at all.
Aaa.
She was crying in his arms, clinging tightly to him.
Yara: So you won't leave me? Will you keep me by your side?
He closed his eyes tightly, not knowing what was right. But what he knew for sure was that he could never break her heart or her femininity at this moment.
This was Zein. This was the true man. This was the lover. This was the husband every girl or woman would dream of.
This was the one who never forgot his passion and love. This was the one who never hurt or humiliated his wife simply because he didn't love her. Rather, he honored and cherished her.
Even after he learned the painful truth that she was infertile, he didn't break her or divorce her for this reason. Rather, he pitied her and contained her. He contained her grief and broken femininity and didn't disparage her.
This was the man, gentlemen...
Months passed since Marwan's death. And so did the months of her waiting period. The grief was beginning to subside, and everyone was returning to their normal lives. One day, she and her little one were sitting with Fatima. She was playing with the little one, who had just turned one. Today was his birthday.
She was playing with him and tickling him while he laughed and giggled loudly, the sound of his laughter echoing throughout the house. She was also laughing at his laughter.
Fatima: Hahahahaha. Masha'Allah, Zein, your laughter is so sweet, my grandmother's heart.
Khadija caught her breath from teasing and laughing with the little one: Yes, by God, Mom, I don't know who his laughter is, it's so crazy.
Fatima slyly: Of course, Zein's big uncle, or what do you think?
She was confused and didn't know what to say.
Khadija: Mom, I wanted to bring up something with you.
Fatima: Say it, my love.
Khadija: Uh-hmm. You know that your break from Marwan is over. There's no point in me staying here anymore. Dad and Ammar want me to come back and live with them.
Honestly, I didn't want to do this before I talked to you.
Fatima, shocked, looked at the little boy sadly: "You want to deprive me of you and Zein? He's all I have left of his father, why are you doing this, my dear?"
And you forgot the will!
Her body trembled and her heart pounded violently. She was trying to avoid this marriage. She didn't want to marry him against his will just for the sake of the will.
She felt like her dignity was being insulted again.
Fatima: "Why are you keeping quiet? Didn't Marwan tell you to marry Zein? Or don't you want Zein? Zein is my son, he's no stranger to you. You grew up in front of his eyes and he knows him well. Zein is a truly caring man with a big heart. He would never wrong you, Yara, or even little Zein." Agree... Agree, Dija, if you care about me. For Marwan's sake.
She was lost and confused, not knowing what to decide. Should she really marry him and enjoy his closeness, which she had longed for for long nights, and enjoy the warmth of his embrace, which she longed for so badly? Or should she refuse because marrying him was nothing more than a duty? But she loved him, adored him, and this was her chance.
He entered with his extreme calmness and overwhelming presence, carrying a large cake and many toys, smiling.
Zain: Peace be upon you.
Fatima: And peace be upon you, welcome, my love.
Khadija, looking at what he held in his hands in surprise: And peace be upon you, and God's mercy and blessings.
Fatima: What is this in your hand, my love?
He looked at her tenderly and placed what he was holding on the table. He approached the little one, picked him up, and kissed him tenderly.
Zain: Have you forgotten that today is Zain's birthday?
Fatima happily: May God keep you for you and for us, my love.
She looked at him with love and admiration, for he was truly her man, the man she would never love and will never love anyone else as long as she lived.
Khadija: Thank you so much, Zein. You've tired yourself out.
He approached her, carrying the little one, looked at her, and smiled: Your tiredness is a relief. Don't say that. Zein is my son, too, right?
I really wanted to give him the best and biggest birthday, but the circumstances we're in are preventing me. But I promise you, next year it will be the biggest birthday ever.
Fatima smiled, got up, took the cake, and headed to the kitchen.
I'll go get some plates and juice. I won't be long.
She winked at her son as she passed by and whispered to him, "You talk to her now, I'll be a little late, okay?" He nodded lightly at her and followed his mother until she disappeared from his sight. He approached her with longing and affection.
Zain: "Dijah, I want to talk to you for a while."
Her heart skipped a beat at his closeness, so she moved away from him and sat on the couch. "Ummm. Go ahead, talk."
He smiled at her nervousness and put the little one down, placing him among his toys and belongings. He approached her, sat next to her, and sighed longingly.
Zain: "Dijah, do you still remember what Marwan said before he died?"
Khadija nervously: "What did he say?"
Zain: "When he asked us to marry him. I want to hear your opinion. Do you agree or not?"
Khadija shyly: "I... I don't know what to say... I just need to ask Papa, Mama, and Ammar's opinions."
He smiled at her shyness, which he adored. "By the way, I'm asking for your opinion, not theirs." I'm going to talk to them anyway, but I want to know your opinion. Do you agree to marry me?
She lowered her head in shame, and if her face weren't covered by her niqab, she would have seen its intense, dark red.
He moved closer to her, ran his fingers down her face, turned it toward him, and looked into her eyes with the gaze of a lover, and his eyes comforted him.
Dija. Do you agree to marry me?
She looked into his eyes longingly. She loved the color of the sea in his eyes and the details of his masculine face, which took her breath away with intensity and desire.
She nodded lightly, and he smiled, his heart fluttering, but his ears refused to listen to her approval.
Listen, Dija. Tell me that you want me.
She melted into his gaze and the soft tone of his voice and spoke with satisfaction.
I agree to marry you.
He couldn't control himself, wishing he could capture her in a passionate kiss to unleash the love in his heart for her. He moved closer, his hot breath reaching her. He grabbed her hands, pulled them closer, and kissed the palms of her hands gently. He hugged them tightly, bringing them close to his heart. He continued in a soft voice, "I promise you'll be happy with me, and you'll never regret it, Dija, ever."
She was melting from his closeness, his tone, and the longing she saw in his eyes. She didn't realize she was in a dangerous situation with him, as he moved so close that she was now in his arms, their eyes locked in a long embrace, their hands tightly intertwined. He brought his head closer to hers, rested his forehead on hers, and closed his eyes. "We'll get engaged on Thursday. I really need you, Dija, I really, really need you."
Her heart was fluttering with happiness as she listened to him! Did he really want her like this? Was it possible that her dream had come true and he truly loved her?
She replied in a tired voice, "That's true, Zain. You need me."
He tightened his grip on her hands, hugged them tightly, and looked into her eyes. "Much, much more than you can imagine. I want you with me right now, believe me."
They weren't aware of their situation or their condition; they were lost in another world, forgetting that they were surrounded by others.
Fatima had come out and saw their situation, so she fell silent and stepped back quietly, allowing them to speak freely. She desperately wanted them to get married. But Yara arrived and was shocked by what she saw. Never in her lifetime had she seen him so possessive.
Her bag fell from her hands in shock.
They were both startled, and she moved away from him. Finally, she felt her surroundings; she was truly hypnotized by his presence. He collected himself and stood up, looking at the woman standing shyly, her head bowed in embarrassment and confusion over what had happened between them earlier.
Yara angrily: "How do I know what this is? And can you tell me what you were doing sitting next to my husband?" Answer me.
Zain, in a sharp, angry voice: "Yaaara. Don't raise your voice and don't ever talk to her like that again." Khadija is like my fiancée, and we're getting married on Thursday.
Yara, surprised: "What? Whose fiancée and what kind of marriage are you talking about? And what about me? Where am I? Why didn't you tell me?"
She felt extremely embarrassed and turned to escape from them, as her embarrassment and shyness had reached their peak.
He stopped her with a commanding voice. "Zain, wait." He approached her gently, stood in front of her, and lifted her head so she could look at him tenderly. "Don't lower your head ever. You understand, you didn't make a mistake. You will be my wife just like her, you understand, and I am the one who decides, not anyone else."
She nodded at him in confusion, her voice timid, "Okay, can I go to my room, please?"
He sighed and nodded at her, "Go out, and please call my uncles Othman and Ammar and tell them I'm going to see them in an hour so we can figure everything out."
She nodded at him lightly and ran away from them, embarrassed to death.
Yara: May I know why you're marrying her? Answer me. Am I not in your eyes?
Zain grabbed her arm angrily and gritted his teeth. "Could you lower your voice and come to my room so we can talk?"
She was pacing back and forth, biting her nails in confusion and embarrassment.
Oh God, what did I do? How did I agree to marry him? Okay, and what did Yara do wrong? She's still his wife. And she has the right to spite him and prevent him.
Oh God. That's it. But I also love him. I want a place for me in his heart and in his life. Today, I felt that there's something inside him for me, yes.
The look in his eyes and the touch of his hand said that he really wants me.
Ugh, I don't know what to do, I just don't know.
Suddenly, she hit the top of her head hard.
Oh. I forgot Zain downstairs alone playing and Mom in the kitchen. I'll quickly go down and see him.
She left her room and headed downstairs, but their loud voices and Yara's screams stopped her. She tried to continue, but curiosity drove her to know what Yara was up to. She stopped, and their voices reached her.
In their room.
Zain: I told you to lower your voice, do you understand or not?
Yara shouted: No, I won't lower my voice until you answer me. Why do you want to marry her?
Zain exhaled loudly: Because this is my brother Marwan's will, or did you forget?
Yara: That's it, or is there another, more important, stronger reason?
Zain frowned: What do you mean?
Yara, with tears: I mean that she's the good, the fertile land that bears children, and I'm the wasteland, the barren land that doesn't bear children. Barren. Right?
Zain: What do you want to achieve?
Yara: You want to marry her to be afraid of her, right? So she can give you the child I never knew how to give you. That's not right.
She stood outside, shocked, unable to believe what she was hearing. Is it possible that he married her just so she could have children? Impossible. But what shocked her the most was her response.
Zain: What do I have to do with wanting a child? Isn't it my right?
Yara: So I'm right. You don't just want to carry out your brother's will, you want to marry her yourself. You want to be a father.
Zain: Yes, I want to be a father. And I'll also carry out my brother's will. What's the problem? Why are you upset? I have the right to have a child of my own.
Yara, broken: And you're going to leave me, okay?
His heart softened towards her, and he moved closer to her and hugged her gently. Yara, how many times have I told you I won't leave you? You are my wife, and I will never leave you. But marrying Dija is one of my rights, and you are my wife as always.
She had had enough of what she'd heard and ran to her room, crying.
Is this humiliation? He's still hurting her again. She's just a vessel to carry his child, and he's marrying her selfishly to be a father.
How could he allow himself to toy with her feelings like this? Was what she'd felt with him a moment ago just an act? Was he trying to get close to her?
She cried and cried. How foolish she was, how stupid she was to still be deceived by him.
He had already gone to his friend Ammar and her parents and proposed to her, and they welcomed him warmly.
As for her, she went to her beloved teacher and sought her advice. She didn't want to repeat her actions and decide something that would affect her, as had happened in the past.
She advised her to marry Zain. She certainly didn't want to repeat her tragedy and marry another man, while her heart was with him. In any case, this situation is better than any other. Even if he married her for the sake of having children. She is like a woman. And a woman in love who can win him over and make him feel her love for him.
So she was convinced by her words and agreed, and the promised day came, the wedding day of the two lovers.
He placed his hand in her father's and repeated after the notary public words that made his heart dance and the strings of his love sing with joy, happiness, and love.
He said them with longing, and I accepted her hand in marriage.
Oh. Now only. Is it really time for her to be his wife and lawful? Has she really become his property after all this suffering? Praise be to God, praise be to You.
The marriage contract that was held at home was completed, and everyone went up to their new room. He insisted on buying her a new bedroom, a different one from the one she shared with his brother. They entered the room, and as soon as the door was closed, he jumped towards her with the agility of a cheetah. She was still shy; this was the first time she was alone with him in one room. Also, as a wife, she didn't know what to do: unleash her longing and desire for him, or play with Eve's tricks and make him love her to the core. With a sly look, she smiled and chose Eve's tricks. She would enjoy playing with him, she adored him and was dying for him, but that wasn't enough; the fires of love and desire must be blazing inside him.
He was embracing her arms from behind, holding her to him longingly, at the peak of his longing. "Finally, you're finally my wife!"
She moved away from him shyly.
Khadija: "Ahem, I want to change."
