Chapter 10 Continuation – The Jealous Wives
That morning came with a calm breeze, the kind that carried hope quietly without announcing itself. Ameera had just finished preparing breakfast when laughter filled the compound. She paused and listened. Children’s voices—many voices—mixing together in happiness.
Outside, Sakina arrived with her parents, her brothers, and her sisters. Almost at the same time, Maryam’s family arrived as well, including her parents and siblings. They all stepped into the compound together, unsure of what they would meet.
What they saw stopped them in their tracks.
All the children—Ameera’s children, Sakina’s child, and Maryam’s children—were playing together freely. They ran around the compound, laughing, chasing one another, calling out joyfully. There was no separation, no fear, no bitterness. It was as though one woman had given birth to them all.
One of Sakina’s sisters whispered, “SubhanAllah… look at them.”
Maryam’s mother covered her mouth in shock. “Are these really the same children we left behind?”
Just then, the children noticed the visitors.
“Grandpa!”
“Grandma!”
“Mama!”
They ran toward them excitedly, greeting their grandparents with hugs and respect, then running to Sakina and Maryam, holding their hands happily.
Tears immediately flowed.
Sakina’s mother began to cry openly. “Ya Allah… what is this mercy?”
Maryam’s father wiped his eyes. “We were afraid of what we would meet. But look…”
Ameera stepped forward calmly and greeted them respectfully. “Assalamu alaikum.”
They all responded warmly, some holding her hands, some embracing her.
“You are welcome,” Ameera said gently. “Please, come inside.”
They entered the house together. The atmosphere was light, full of warmth. The children followed behind, still laughing.
When Maikudi was informed that the families had arrived, he came out quickly. His face lit up with joy when he saw everyone gathered peacefully.
“Welcome,” he said warmly. “You are all welcome.”
They exchanged greetings, laughter, and prayers. Everyone sat in the parlor, the children sitting on the floor nearby, listening and playing quietly.
For a moment, no one spoke—until Sakina’s father cleared his throat.
“My son,” he said, turning to Maikudi, “we thank Allah for softening your heart.”
Maikudi nodded humbly. “It is Allah alone.”
Then Sakina’s father turned toward Ameera. He stood up, his voice heavy with emotion.
“My daughter,” he said, “we have come today not as elders, but as people seeking forgiveness.”
The room became silent.
Sakina’s mother joined him, kneeling slightly. “We failed you. We believed lies. We judged you wrongly.”
Maryam’s father stood up as well. “You were accused falsely. Yet you raised children that were not yours. You protected them when their mothers were not here.”
Maryam’s mother added through tears, “We are ashamed.”
Sakina herself stood up, crying. “Forgive me. I allowed jealousy to destroy me.”
Maryam followed, her voice breaking. “I wronged you deeply. I spoke evil. I planned evil. I am sorry.”
All eyes turned to Ameera.
She stood slowly, her face calm, her heart steady.
“There is nothing to forgive,” she said softly.
They looked at her in surprise.
“I forgave you long ago,” Ameera continued. “I removed everything from my heart the day I decided to leave my affairs to Allah.”
Tears filled the room.
“I never hated you,” she said, turning to Sakina and Maryam. “I only wanted peace. I only wanted Allah’s pleasure.”
Unable to hold back, Sakina rushed forward and embraced Ameera.
Maryam joined them, crying loudly.
They held each other—not as rivals, not as enemies—but as sisters.
The parents watched in awe.
One of Sakina’s brothers whispered, “This is true strength.”
Soon, the children joined them, hugging all three women together.
“Mama!” they laughed.
The tension that once lived in that house vanished completely.
Food was brought out—plates upon plates. Everyone ate together, laughing, sharing stories, remembering the past not with pain, but with lessons.
The parlor was filled with joy. The house that once echoed with accusations now echoed with gratitude.
That day became a turning point.
From that moment onward, Ameera, Sakina, and Maryam were no longer enemies shaped by jealousy—but women shaped by forgiveness, patience, and mercy.
And the jealous wives finally learned that love, when guided by faith, always wins.
To Be Continue Inshallah.....
©AHMAD ZAHIR ENAGI ABU KHALIF
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