Instead of passing judgment on one another, we would be teaching one another compassion and kindness if we could just look into each other's eyes and realize that we are all human and that we struggle with different things.

Nobody should be able to frighten or walk all over you; after all, you can not act as though pleasing everyone is the only goal.

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Mrs Mariam

"That's not true, I don't even know where that idea came from?"I asked him with a broken voice he was now noticing everything in a negative way because of the situations we were in it has now become like before, when I met him he used to be so reserved type and closed off.

"Maybe Muskan and you got together to hurt me back after Muskan tricked your brother?" I felt as though someone had stabbed me in the heart with a sharp knife as he turned to face away from me.

"Look at me!" We had just prayed together, and I was sobbing. I had thought that we would talk it out, but instead, everything was going wrong. He was not even looking at me. Why?

He said, "Let us just sleep, I am tired," and we both remained silent, not daring to break the silence. This was not us; it was so lovely at first, but is it true that hardships bolster our confidence and strength?

Even though that was our custom, he did not offer me a prayer or a kiss on the forehead. He simply covered himself with his blanket, closed his eyes, and I just stared at him while my eyes started to well up with tears.
I made a lot of supplication, said a few prayers, and blew on him from a distance before lying on my side and gazing up at the ceiling.

"I tried to explain to him that I sensed he was not asleep. We need to talk and you can not just ignore them whenever we have problems."

His voice also carried a lot of pain when he said, "What is the point in discussing when all we get is hurt with our own words?" His loved ones had never shown any concern for him, and he was under pressure to find out what they were up to before it was too late.

"We can not let a little thing break us; our relationship is not that fragile. Let us start afresh tomorrow and communicate with each other, solve problems together, and never let a third person come in between us," I told him, drawing nearer to him. I took hold of his hand and was relieved that he had not pushed me away. In fact, as I looked directly into his deep, intense eyes, I saw a range of emotions flashing through them.

"I apologize for hurting you with those words. I was just venting my anger on someone, and that happened to be you," he finally said. I rested my head on his chest and felt his gentle breathing soothe me as well.

Who am I to refuse to forgive him if he asked for my forgiveness? Allah forgives our countless sins; why do we hold grudges and refuse to forgive?

"I also said some words I did not mean," I said quietly, a small smile on my lips, as he moved to sit and rest his head on the headboard. I moved closer to him.

"What shall we do now? We can not just sit there and let people play with our feelings and emotions, and how is Imad handling it?" He questioned me with concern in his voice, and I was glad they had such a strong friendship; certain bonds remain strong even after many difficulties and struggles.

"He will be fine; he will handle it, and it will change him a little, but I know Muskan will realize her mistake," I tried to convince both of us.

"Some people never change; they always hurt their loved ones and ignore them as if they have not made any mistakes," his voice was full of ache, and I did not want that; I wanted the Khalid I knew back, and I would do anything to bring a smile, confidence, and bravery back to Khalid.

"Are we OK now?"I asked, smiling up at him.

"Who said we were not OK?" He asked with a teasing tone and a smirk on his face, and this is what I like about us: we argue, but we talk it out and ask forgiveness rather than giving each other the long cold shoulder, which leads to further problems.

“Are you sure?"I asked him in a playful tone, curious what he would do.

"Do you want me to prove we are fine?" He asked with an evil grin and smirk on his face, and my eyes widened as I realized how serious he and his dirty mind were.

"Tomorrow is Sunday, and you will not go to work, Mr."I warned him, but he had not gotten out of his dirty mind; he stared at me with a raised brow, and now I was the one confused.

"You skipped a meeting, my dear wife, and we need to make a deal with one of the famous hotels tomorrow," he said, and I pouted, giving him my innocent face.

"This face will not work on me well after work, we will go somewhere," he said as he began to move closer again and I moved backwards. What was wrong with this man tonight?

"At night, people sleep," I tried to be innocent, but he just kept moving until I became trapped.

"At night, people do a lot of stuff," he whispered in my eyes, and by now I must have turned tomato face; who would have guessed that we were the ones arguing in the evening?

"What do you mean by 'a lot of stuff'?"I asked him while I was thinking.

"Could you please come out of your perverted mind?"I attempted to flee, but he grabbed my waist and dragged me until I collided with his chest, and we were now too close.

"How can I when you look so innocent?" I shut my ears before he could say anything else, and he burst out laughing while I just stared at him.

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