In his disturbed emotional state, he knew only Muazatu could calm his heart. Yet he had wronged her. He had hurt her feelings and had been ignoring her calls since yesterday. Before reaching his room, he called her, placing the phone to his ear as he entered and locked the door behind him.
💔 Muazatu in Emotional Turmoil
Seeing His Name Brings Pain
Muazatu Rufai, still overwhelmed by recent emotional trauma, saw the name “Habeeb Qalby” (the contact name she gave Abdulazeez) flash on her phone screen. Thinking it was another illusion like she had been having, she ignored the call. Painful tears streamed down her face.
The second call came in again – same name. This time, she held her head, bit her lips, and silently begged God that it was just a dream.
🧊 Abdulazeez Regrets His Actions
His heart softened. He knew he had wronged her deeply. How could someone who once loved now withdraw simply because of a new bride? But his issue wasn’t with the bride – it was Muazatu’s words.
He hated people interfering in his personal life, even his parents. He believed his mother had ruined his future by marrying him off to someone who didn't match his lifestyle. He decided to take back control of his life. Despite being angry with Muazatu, he realized he couldn’t live without her. He had to win her back.
💌 Messages of Regret and Love
First Message:
"Please forgive me, Muazatu."
She read it. Closed her eyes. A strange calmness came over her. Though the words were short, they deeply touched her soul.
Still, she didn’t reply. He sent another message:
Second Message:
"Muazatu please, I'm sorry."
Then he called again. This time, she answered. But instead of speaking, she cried. He let her cry until she was tired.
She said:
"I’m done venting."
He smiled and relaxed on his luxurious bed, pulled the quilt over himself, and switched the phone to his left hand.
He asked:
"So soon?"
She replied:
"Since you admit your wrong, why stay angry?"
He teased:
"Oh really? You don’t realize you hurt me too? Look into my eyes and say that again…"
She cut him off:
"When reconciling, you don’t dig up the past."
He agreed, admitting they both hurt each other.
He said:
"Muazatu, I don't like being disrespected. Even if we’re married, it was wrong for you to tell me not to go near my wife. That’s my personal life. I'm sorry for not answering your calls. If I say I didn’t miss you, I’d be lying. I love you, Muazatu. You are the goal I want to achieve now – believe it or not."
Her heart sighed. His harsh words stung at first, but his last lines healed her heart. She had long known that he always said things as they were – no sugarcoating.
She replied:
"I'm sorry too... and I love you more."
They laughed. Their conversation continued like old times – but today felt deeper than ever.
🥗 Morning in the Household
Hafsat’s New Role
After Abdulazeez left, Hafsat picked up the bags he brought – roasted chickens, juice, fresh milk, and five wraps of shawarma from “Yahuza”. Harira entered and greeted her. She brought food too.
Harira said:
"And yet he bought more food after I cooked!"
Hafsat replied:
"It’s okay, I’ll warm it up and eat tomorrow."
She gave Harira a pack and thanked her. Harira advised her to take her medicine and left.
She ate, took her medication, prayed, changed into soft pajamas, made a dua, turned off the main light, left a dim one on, and went to sleep.
"Good morning, Hafsat-Suhaana."
â˜€ï¸ A New Day – Hafsat Dresses Up
After Fajr, she bathed and dressed beautifully in a soft Holland print with a neat headwrap. Though she didn’t care much for dressing up, her mother-in-law insisted on a change from her usual long robes.
She wore a light green flat shoe and walked into the living room.
🳠Kitchen Moments with Harira
She heard noise from the kitchen and found Harira.
Hafsat: "I’m better now. From today, I’ll help more. You handle the cooking, I’ll do the rest."
🽠Breakfast and an Unexpected Encounter
She helped set the dining table beautifully with breakfast items. As she tried to turn on the TV, Abdulazeez came out – looking sharp in his legal gown and wig, wearing Creed Aventus perfume. Their eyes met. Both looked away.
Hafsat: "Good morning."
Abdulazeez: "Morning."
She offered breakfast. He responded in English:
**"I’m late. Please put it in a basket and send it to the car."
She packed the food nicely, he refused the hot water flask saying he preferred coffee at the office.
He said: "Thank you."
She watched as he drove off in his GMC.
📺 A Quiet Day, Turkish Inspiration
Afterwards, she finally got the TV working and watched a Turkish cooking show. Inspired, she took notes and planned to try a recipe: Adana Kebab.
By 2 PM, the house smelled delicious. She served the food and even saved some for Harira. She had fun cooking and felt a little joy after days of sadness.
😢 Feelings of Loneliness
While eating, she missed her family deeply – her mom, dad, and brother Ismael in America. She had no phone of her own, even back home she used her mother’s.
The marriage felt like a prison – she had no contact with anyone, her husband didn’t smile, rarely spoke, came home late and left early. Even when he saw her, there was no warmth.
Her eyes welled with tears. Abdulazeez suddenly entered. He said nothing, just grabbed a bottle of cold Faromai water, drank, and left. She hid her tears, wondering if seeing her made him sad too.
Harira entered and asked her to send Abdulazeez’s lunch to the car. Hafsat, though still emotional, did so silently. He was already in the car. She didn’t speak, just placed the basket in the front seat and left. He drove off quickly.
🡠A Look at Their Married Life
That was how Hafsat-Suhaana and Abdulazeez lived in their first two weeks of marriage. She cooked three times daily – breakfast for work, lunch sent by the office driver, and dinner he ate after mosque.
His weakness was food. If Hafsat was smart, she would’ve already noticed it. He hated store-bought food. Back in school, he cooked for himself. In Law School, Muazatu’s family sent him meals. At home, his mother pampered him with meals that matched the taste of Muazatu’s.
Now, that old impression of Hafsat being pampered and spoiled had started to fade.
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A Troubled Heart Turns to Love
Abdulazeez Longs for Muazatu
In his disturbed emotional state, he knew only Muazatu could calm his heart. Yet he had wronged her. He had hurt her feelings and had been ignoring her calls since yesterday. Before reaching his room, he called her, placing the phone to his ear as he entered and locked the door behind him.
💔 Muazatu in Emotional Turmoil
Seeing His Name Brings Pain
Muazatu Rufai, still overwhelmed by recent emotional trauma, saw the name “Habeeb Qalby” (the contact name she gave Abdulazeez) flash on her phone screen. Thinking it was another illusion like she had been having, she ignored the call. Painful tears streamed down her face.
The second call came in again – same name. This time, she held her head, bit her lips, and silently begged God that it was just a dream.
🧊 Abdulazeez Regrets His Actions
His heart softened. He knew he had wronged her deeply. How could someone who once loved now withdraw simply because of a new bride? But his issue wasn’t with the bride – it was Muazatu’s words.
He hated people interfering in his personal life, even his parents. He believed his mother had ruined his future by marrying him off to someone who didn't match his lifestyle. He decided to take back control of his life. Despite being angry with Muazatu, he realized he couldn’t live without her. He had to win her back.
💌 Messages of Regret and Love
First Message:
"Please forgive me, Muazatu."
She read it. Closed her eyes. A strange calmness came over her. Though the words were short, they deeply touched her soul.
Still, she didn’t reply. He sent another message:
Second Message:
"Muazatu please, I'm sorry."
Then he called again. This time, she answered. But instead of speaking, she cried. He let her cry until she was tired.
She said:
"I’m done venting."
He smiled and relaxed on his luxurious bed, pulled the quilt over himself, and switched the phone to his left hand.
He asked:
"So soon?"
She replied:
"Since you admit your wrong, why stay angry?"
He teased:
"Oh really? You don’t realize you hurt me too? Look into my eyes and say that again…"
She cut him off:
"When reconciling, you don’t dig up the past."
He agreed, admitting they both hurt each other.
He said:
"Muazatu, I don't like being disrespected. Even if we’re married, it was wrong for you to tell me not to go near my wife. That’s my personal life. I'm sorry for not answering your calls. If I say I didn’t miss you, I’d be lying. I love you, Muazatu. You are the goal I want to achieve now – believe it or not."
Her heart sighed. His harsh words stung at first, but his last lines healed her heart. She had long known that he always said things as they were – no sugarcoating.
She replied:
"I'm sorry too... and I love you more."
They laughed. Their conversation continued like old times – but today felt deeper than ever.
🥗 Morning in the Household
Hafsat’s New Role
After Abdulazeez left, Hafsat picked up the bags he brought – roasted chickens, juice, fresh milk, and five wraps of shawarma from “Yahuza”. Harira entered and greeted her. She brought food too.
Harira said:
"And yet he bought more food after I cooked!"
Hafsat replied:
"It’s okay, I’ll warm it up and eat tomorrow."
She gave Harira a pack and thanked her. Harira advised her to take her medicine and left.
She ate, took her medication, prayed, changed into soft pajamas, made a dua, turned off the main light, left a dim one on, and went to sleep.
"Good morning, Hafsat-Suhaana."
â˜€ï¸ A New Day – Hafsat Dresses Up
After Fajr, she bathed and dressed beautifully in a soft Holland print with a neat headwrap. Though she didn’t care much for dressing up, her mother-in-law insisted on a change from her usual long robes.
She wore a light green flat shoe and walked into the living room.
🳠Kitchen Moments with Harira
She heard noise from the kitchen and found Harira.
Hafsat: "Good morning Aunty Harira, how are you?"
Harira: "Good morning, Hansatu. I'm glad you’re feeling better."
Hafsat: "I’m better now. From today, I’ll help more. You handle the cooking, I’ll do the rest."
🽠Breakfast and an Unexpected Encounter
She helped set the dining table beautifully with breakfast items. As she tried to turn on the TV, Abdulazeez came out – looking sharp in his legal gown and wig, wearing Creed Aventus perfume. Their eyes met. Both looked away.
Hafsat: "Good morning."
Abdulazeez: "Morning."
She offered breakfast. He responded in English:
**"I’m late. Please put it in a basket and send it to the car."
She packed the food nicely, he refused the hot water flask saying he preferred coffee at the office.
He said: "Thank you."
She watched as he drove off in his GMC.
📺 A Quiet Day, Turkish Inspiration
Afterwards, she finally got the TV working and watched a Turkish cooking show. Inspired, she took notes and planned to try a recipe: Adana Kebab.
By 2 PM, the house smelled delicious. She served the food and even saved some for Harira. She had fun cooking and felt a little joy after days of sadness.
😢 Feelings of Loneliness
While eating, she missed her family deeply – her mom, dad, and brother Ismael in America. She had no phone of her own, even back home she used her mother’s.
The marriage felt like a prison – she had no contact with anyone, her husband didn’t smile, rarely spoke, came home late and left early. Even when he saw her, there was no warmth.
Her eyes welled with tears. Abdulazeez suddenly entered. He said nothing, just grabbed a bottle of cold Faromai water, drank, and left. She hid her tears, wondering if seeing her made him sad too.
Harira entered and asked her to send Abdulazeez’s lunch to the car. Hafsat, though still emotional, did so silently. He was already in the car. She didn’t speak, just placed the basket in the front seat and left. He drove off quickly.
🡠A Look at Their Married Life
That was how Hafsat-Suhaana and Abdulazeez lived in their first two weeks of marriage. She cooked three times daily – breakfast for work, lunch sent by the office driver, and dinner he ate after mosque.
His weakness was food. If Hafsat was smart, she would’ve already noticed it. He hated store-bought food. Back in school, he cooked for himself. In Law School, Muazatu’s family sent him meals. At home, his mother pampered him with meals that matched the taste of Muazatu’s.
Now, that old impression of Hafsat being pampered and spoiled had started to fade.