CHAPTER TWO The Man Who Beats His Wives Because She Couldn't Give Him a Child

 CHAPTER TWO

The Man Who Beats His Wives Because She Couldn't Give Him a Child

The sun rose that morning with a fiery glow, as if it, too, sensed the storm that Ibrahim’s life was about to endure. Life had already tested him in ways he never imagined. His father’s illness, the weight of his siblings’ dependence, and the constant struggle to keep the family afloat had drained him completely. But nothing had prepared him for the day he was forced to leave the only home he had ever known.

It happened suddenly, like a knife slipping silently in the dark.

“You are no longer welcome here,” his father said, his voice cold and final. “Go and make your own life. Stop being a burden.”

Ibrahim’s chest tightened. He had expected arguments, misunderstandings, even anger—but this, this cold dismissal, cut deeper than any physical blow ever could.

He left that day with nothing but the clothes on his back and the few coins he had managed to save over the past months. Every step away from the house felt heavier than the last, as if the ground itself knew the weight of his despair.

And yet, amidst all this darkness, there was a light—Aisha.

When she heard what had happened, she did not hesitate. She had already been supporting him emotionally and spiritually, but now she would support him with everything she could.

Without a word of complaint, Aisha approached the local realtor the very next day. With her modest savings and the small inheritance left by her late father, she purchased a simple but comfortable house for Ibrahim. It wasn’t a palace, but it was a place where he could breathe again, a place where he could rebuild himself without fear of judgment or rejection.

When Ibrahim saw the keys in her hand, his heart shook. Tears threatened to fall, but he held them back.

“Aisha… I don’t know how to thank you,” he whispered, his voice raw with emotion.

“You don’t need to thank me,” she replied, her eyes soft but unwavering. “We are partners, Ibrahim. Your fight is my fight. Your life is my life. You are not alone.”

For the first time in months, Ibrahim felt a spark of hope. It was fragile, yes, but it was there—a reminder that even in the darkest moments, Allah places angels on our path.

Aisha Helps Him Build a Life

Once he had a home, the next challenge was stability. Ibrahim had no steady income. His family’s expectations had been crushing him for years, and without them, he needed a way to survive. Aisha, with her characteristic determination, insisted that they find a way.

“Let me help you,” she said firmly. “I have some savings, and I can use them to start something for you. Something that will let you stand on your own two feet.”

At first, Ibrahim protested. “Aisha, I cannot take your money. I can do this myself.”

“No,” she interrupted, her voice soft but firm. “I trust in you, Ibrahim. I believe in you. And I want to invest in your future. Let me do this for you, just as you have always done for me in our hearts.”

With Aisha’s support, they rented a small space and started a tiny shop—a business selling everyday goods and essentials. It was humble, but it gave Ibrahim a sense of purpose, a reason to wake up every morning with energy instead of despair.

Aisha managed the financial planning carefully, guiding him on profits, savings, and even modest investments. She was patient when he made mistakes, and she celebrated every small victory with a quiet joy that warmed his heart.

“Ibrahim,” she said one evening, as they counted the day’s earnings, “look how far we’ve come. This is only the beginning. Soon, you will have everything you need, and then we can focus on us—our home, our family, our marriage.”

Her words were like medicine to his soul. He looked at her, seeing the sacrifice in her eyes, the countless nights she had spent worrying, planning, and praying for him. He felt a surge of love stronger than he had ever known.

“You are my miracle, Aisha,” he whispered. “I do not deserve you, but Allah sent you to me anyway. I promise, when the time comes, I will marry you and cherish you all my life.”

“And I will wait,” she replied, smiling through tears. “I will wait, and I will stand by you through everything until that day comes.”

Their Love Grows Stronger

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. The little shop slowly became profitable, and Ibrahim’s confidence returned. He began to smile again, to laugh freely, and to dream—not just of survival, but of a future with Aisha by his side.

Every morning, they would sit together over a small cup of tea, discussing plans for the business and, secretly, for their marriage.

“Once the shop grows,” Ibrahim said one morning, “we can finally focus on building the life we’ve always wanted.”

Aisha nodded, her heart swelling with love. “And until then, we work together. Every small step is part of our journey.”

Their love was no longer just a feeling; it had become a partnership, a bond forged in trials and strengthened by shared sacrifices. They laughed together, cried together, and dreamed together.

She watched him work tirelessly, sometimes staying up late to manage stock or meet suppliers, and she never complained. Instead, she cooked for him, cleaned the house, and ensured that he had everything he needed. Her care was constant, unwavering, and unconditional.

Ibrahim, for his part, never failed to express his gratitude. “Aisha,” he would say, “I will never forget what you have done for me. You are my strength. You are my heart. And when we marry, I will spend the rest of my life proving my love to you.”

Planning Their Future

With financial stability slowly coming into place, the couple began to discuss their future more seriously. They spoke of marriage, children, and the kind of family they wanted to build. Every conversation was filled with hope, faith, and determination.

“I want our home to be filled with love and laughter,” Aisha said one evening, as they sat on the porch watching the sunset. “No shouting, no harsh words—just peace, guided by Allah.”

Ibrahim took her hands in his. “Wallahi, I promise. Our home will be a safe place. And one day, Allah willing, I will make you the happiest woman alive.”

Her heart leapt at his words. She trusted him completely, as she had from the very beginning. She believed in his sincerity, in the love that had carried them through every trial so far.

Together, they made small plans—saving for the wedding, choosing the location, and discussing the kind of life they wanted to lead. Every detail mattered to them, not because it was extravagant, but because it represented the future they were building together, step by step, brick by brick.

To be continued.....