Chapter Five
The Jealous Wives
After the death of Sakina’s child, the atmosphere in the house changed completely. Grief spread beyond the walls of their home and reached the ears of neighbors, relatives, and people in the community. Instead of comfort and sympathy, suspicion slowly began to grow.
All eyes turned toward Ameera.
Whispers followed her wherever she went. Women gathered in corners, lowering their voices when she passed. Some openly questioned her character, while others hinted at things too painful to repeat.
“Why did the child die?”
“Such things don’t just happen.”
“Isn’t Ameera always at home?”
“Maybe there is more to this story.”
Ameera heard the rumors. Each word pierced her heart like a knife. She was shocked, exhausted, and deeply hurt. Never in her life had she imagined that patience and kindness would be repaid with such accusations.
She cried in silence, turning only to Allah in the depths of the night.
Maikudi noticed the tension and the growing noise from the community. He could no longer remain silent. One evening, after hearing yet another accusation, he stood before those who had gathered and spoke firmly.
“This child’s death is from Allah,” he said. “Life and death belong to Him alone. Allah gives and Allah takes. No human being has power over that.”
He continued, “Fear Allah in what you say. Accusing an innocent person is a grave sin.”
Some people lowered their heads in shame. Others remained silent.
But Sakina’s heart was burning with grief and anger.
She could not accept what had happened.
That night, in the presence of her husband, Sakina confronted Ameera directly.
Her eyes were red from crying, but her voice was sharp.
“You think I don’t know?” Sakina said bitterly.
Ameera looked at her calmly. “Know what?”
“You killed my child,” Sakina accused. “You are the reason my baby is gone.”
Ameera gasped. “Fear Allah, Sakina. How can you say such a thing?”
Maikudi stood up immediately. “Sakina! What are you saying?”
Sakina turned to him angrily. “You always defend her! You don’t see what she is capable of.”
Ameera’s voice trembled. “By Allah, I am innocent. I loved your child like my own.”
Sakina laughed mockingly. “Liar. You were jealous. You didn’t want me to have a child before you.”
Maikudi’s face darkened. “Enough! This accusation is too serious.”
Sakina shouted, “She trained my child! She is a witch!”
At that moment, Maikudi lost his patience.
“Stop it!” he yelled. “Do you realize what you are accusing her of?”
He turned to Ameera, whose face was pale with shock. “Go to your room,” he said softly. “Remain patient. This is a test from Allah.”
Ameera nodded silently and walked away, tears streaming down her face.
Maikudi left the house in anger, unable to bear the weight of the accusations and the injustice filling his home. He walked for hours, his heart torn between grief, truth, and responsibility.
From that day onward, Sakina’s behavior worsened.
Every morning brought new insults.
“Witch.”
“Child killer.”
“Hypocrite.”
Sometimes she spoke loudly so Ameera could hear. Other times she whispered, ensuring the words still reached her ears. She mocked her patience and laughed at her silence.
Ameera endured it all.
She remembered the words of Allah, that patience is rewarded without measure. She remembered her early struggles, her sacrifices, and her trust in Allah. Instead of responding, she prayed. Instead of shouting, she cried to Allah alone.
At night, while others slept, she raised her hands and whispered, “O Allah, You know my innocence. You know my heart. Grant me strength.”
Though her heart was breaking, she remained patient—unaware that this patience would soon lead to events that would shake the entire household and reveal truths hidden for far too long.
To Be Continue Inshallah.....
©AHMAD ZAHIR ENAGI ABU KHALIF
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