Chapter 11 – The Jealous Wives
It was a very bright morning, the kind that carried calmness in the air. A cool breeze passed gently through the windows, touching the curtains and whispering peace into the house. For the first time in many years, the house woke up without tension, without fear, without hidden bitterness.
That morning, Sakina and Maryam woke up early.
They looked at each other and smiled—something that once felt impossible.
“Let us wake Ameera,” Sakina said softly.
Maryam nodded. “She deserves rest today.”
They walked quietly to Ameera’s room and knocked gently.
“Ameera,” Sakina called. “Wake up.”
There was no response.
Maryam smiled and opened the door slowly. Ameera was still sleeping deeply, her face calm, her body clearly tired from years of carrying burdens.
Maryam whispered, “SubhanAllah… she is exhausted.”
Sakina sat beside her and touched her shoulder gently. “Ameera… wake up. Fajr time has passed.”
Ameera opened her eyes suddenly and sat up in shock. “Fajr? Ya Allah!”
She looked worried. “I overslept?”
Sakina laughed softly. “Yes. For the first time, you slept like someone who has peace.”
Maryam added teasingly, “You have been waking everyone up for years. Today, we woke you.”
Ameera looked at them in disbelief, then smiled. Tears filled her eyes. “Is this real?”
Sakina hugged her. “Go and pray in your room today. We already prayed.”
Ameera whispered, “Alhamdulillah,” and stood up, overwhelmed with happiness.
While she prayed, the children slowly gathered in her room. One sat near the door, another sat on the bed, another leaned on the wall, watching her pray quietly.
When she finished, the children rushed to her.
“Mama Ameera!”
“You slept too much today!”
“Are you tired?”
She laughed. “Very tired.”
At that moment, Maikudi returned from the mosque with the boys. As soon as they entered the house, they heard laughter coming from Ameera’s room.
Maikudi smiled. “What is happening there?”
They all walked in.
“Good morning!” the children shouted.
Maikudi laughed. “Is this Ameera’s room or a playground?”
One child replied quickly, “Daddy, today Mama Ameera is the queen!”
Everyone burst into laughter.
Sakina teased, “Yes, she overslept and escaped kitchen duty.”
Maryam added, “So we took over.”
Ameera shook her head, laughing. “You are enjoying this too much.”
Maikudi looked around the room—his three wives, his children, all laughing together. His heart softened deeply.
After the laughter settled, Maikudi said gently, “Let us prepare breakfast together.”
For the first time in their lives, the three wives entered the kitchen together—not as rivals, not as enemies, but as sisters.
Sakina washed vegetables.
Maryam stirred the pot.
Ameera cut onions and spices.
They talked while cooking.
Maryam laughed, “Do you remember how we couldn’t even stay in the same room before?”
Sakina sighed. “Jealousy nearly destroyed us.”
Ameera smiled calmly. “Allah saved us.”
Sakina teased, “Ameera, you always cook like you are feeding an army.”
Ameera laughed. “Because I was feeding an army of children.”
Maryam added jokingly, “And two angry wives.”
They all laughed loudly.
Behind the door, Maikudi stood quietly, watching them. He leaned against the wall, smiling, his eyes filled with gratitude.
He whispered to himself, “Ya Allah… thank You.”
Soon, breakfast was ready.
For the first time, the family sat together at the dining table—everyone smiling, everyone calm.
Children joked.
Parents laughed.
Food was shared with love.
Maikudi looked around and finally spoke.
“Today,” he said softly, “I see what a real family looks like.”
Ameera lowered her head in gratitude.
Sakina wiped her tears.
Maryam smiled peacefully.
Nothing was perfect—but everything was healed.
And in that moment, Maikudi realized:
Allah had not blessed him with jealous wives…
Allah had blessed him with a loving family after patience, forgiveness, and faith.
To Be Continue Inshallah.....
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©AHMAD ZAHIR ENAGI ABU KHALIF
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