Chapter Thirty-Two

Aisha VII



That’s how I was feeling. The guilt and fear that had been dragging me down and almost drowned me were gone. My only worry at the moment was preventing nthe giddy feeling inside me from bubbling over. To be honest, I’m not sure I wanted to. What I wanted was to cheer for the whole world to hear. Loud and long. After all, I no longer needed to hide my true self from the man I love. No more walking on eggshells or fearful whispers or furtive glances behind my shoulder. Suffice to say, I was drunk on happiness and simply wanted to bask in the ambience for as long as I could.

Gaffar’s graciousness and understanding baffled me. He had always been a calm man- which was the chief reason I fell in love with him – but this was on another level. I mean, who found out their wife of five years had a son by another man and still vowed to love and protect her? To me, this was nothing short of selfless and I planned to make it up to this amazing man Allah had blessed me with.  Not many people are privileged to get a do-over and I wasn’t about to take mine for granted.

Yaa Allah, I prayed, help me get it right this time.

“A’ish. Where was Maalik earlier anyway? I couldn’t help but notice he didn’t make an appearance.”

Gaffar’s sudden question pulled out of my thoughts. Smiling, I turned to him.

“He’s spending the weekend at a friend’s place.”

“Okay. So, what are your plans for Maalik, now that… you know everything is out in the open?”

I sighed. “I’m not entirely sure.”

That was a half-truth because like him I’d grown tired of the sneaking around and I wished we could be together, living properly like mother and son. However, that would mean him moving in with us and I was unsure how Gaffar would react. Not to talk of Mama. She’d surely raise hell no doubt. Thinking about her dampened my mood so I shrugged off those thoughts.

“I see.” Gaffar replied. “Well, I was thinking maybe he could move in with us?”

“Subhanallah!” I had hoped and prayed for this for so long, never in my wildest dreams had I thought it would be this easy. Tears filled my eyes, spilling onto my cheeks. I would never love another as much as I loved him, I was absolutely sure. My lips trembled as I leaned over and kissed him smack on the lips. Never mind that he was driving.

His face broke into a grin. “Do I take that to mean a yes?”

“Yes! Yes, of course. Thank you so much. I-I don’t even know what to say. I mean, I’ve thought about it many times but never had the courage to put it to you.” My smile wavered. “Then there’s Mama. She will never agree to this.”

Gaffar nodded. “I understand, A’ish, but it seems you are forgetting something.”

“What’s that?” I asked confused.

“Mama has no control over what happens in our household.”

Had he suddenly forgotten everything that happened last night?

“Are you sure, Gaffar? She’s your mother.”

“I am. And I say we have that discussion with Maalik and Papa Baasit. If they’re okay with it, then it’s settled. Leave Mama to me.”

“Alright. I trust you.”




When we pulled into the driveway at home, we were met by Mama. She already had her bags packed. I chanced a look at Gaffar, and he squeezed my hands.

“It’ll be fine. Just follow my lead.”


As soon as we alighted from the car, Mama began her tirade. She turned on Gaffar.

“I knew it! When you refused to take my calls, I knew you had found her and would be coming back with her.” She shook her head. “Kilode, Gaffar, kinimose fun e? What have I done to make you refuse to listen to me? What hold does she have on you, to make you disobey me like this?”

Without waiting for an answer, she turned to me, malice burning in her eyes. “As for you, I never wanted you for my son. And I never will. Perhaps if you had given me a grandchild or two, I may have warmed up to you. But no, you decided instead to sleep around and give what was meant to be for my son to another man!” Now, she began to walk towards me, one step after another, like a predator stalking me, her prey. I was trembling—it was hard to tell whether from shock or fear or both. For every step Mama took forward, I took one backward. Gaffar tried to break her stride by coming between us, but she pushed him away.

“Make no mistake, A’isha. You WILL leave this marriage. I’ll make sure of it— if it’s the last thing I do.

“Mummy that’s enough!”

Only when I felt his arms around my shoulders did I realise Gaffar had reached my side. Breathing shakily, I sagged into his arms, fighting to calm my racing heart.

“Mummy please let’s go inside and discuss this…”

“Over my dead body! Either she leaves or I do.” She eyed us from head to toe, disgust written all over her face. “It’s obvious you’ve made your choice.”

“Sweetheart, please go inside and wait for me. I’ll sort this out.”

I nodded. I was about to go in when Mr Nelson, our next-door neighbour showed up at the gate.

“Good morning, Mr Gaffar. I heard shouting and I wanted to check on your mother.”

Gaffar groaned. “I’ll take care of it.” He started to walk towards him.

As I started to walk into the house, Mama stepped in front of me. My body began to tremble again. “Mama please…”

She leaned forward then whispered into my ear. “I wish you had died out there last night. Then my son would be free.”

With that, she stepped back. Her words hit me right in the chest, rocking me back on my heels. It felt like someone had doused me with ice-cold water and another had flung a large brick at me. I knew she disliked me, but to wish me dead? I would never have thought that of her. I searched her face, hoping to see something… anything that would convince me that her words were nothing more than a cruel joke. I found nothing but pure hatred. Without warning, the tears I had held at bay all the while, burst forth from my trembling lips. Mama’s spiteful smile spurred me out of my stupor, and I fled into the house.

Hmm, hostile much? That was a tad too much from Mama, don’t you think? What do you think will happen next? Let me know in the comments. I do so love to hear from you. Thank you for reading. See you in the next one!




6 thoughts on “TURMOIL- 32”

  1. I wish gafar would just grab the mama and throw her out of his house. She’s crossed the line so many times….even if she’s his mother

  2. Ma sha Allah sis, how have you been? Its been a while I saw your stories, may Allah continue to keep us and make our feet firm on the deen. Ameen

    1. Alhamdulillah,I am doing fine. You? Aamen to your du’a. Have you read chapter 31 yet?

      1. Smiles…..I had to go read the story from the beginning in other to be able to connect with the storyline again and I’m so glad I did….BaarakALlaahu feekum sis

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