Chapter 8

Farah

I woke up with neck pain due to an uncomfortable position I slept in. checking the time on my phone showing 7:00 a.m. I miss fajr prayer.

I made my way towards the bathroom, glancing at the now empty bed. Last night's event ran through my mind. I felt something warm dropping from my eyes, I wiped it off not wanting to remember his words but my mind kept recalling it.

“This marriage means nothing to me.”

After spending almost fifteen minutes sitting in one position, I managed to take my bath. I felt much better; I prayed salatul fajr which I missed.

I went down to greet my in-laws, Aunt Khadija and Uncle Abdallah are seated across from each other while Jawad is seated in one of the chairs beside uncle. His face shows nothing, just blank.

“Good morning, aunt. Good morning, uncle,” I greeted them, trekking to the dinning.

“Morning, Farah, you can call me mom, get sited,” she said.

I glance