Dalaj is lying on the bed, wearing his nightclothes, Aabirah sits on the bed next to him wearing a long sleeve shirt and short, pajamas.

"Are you still worried about Yasira?"

"She withdrew herself from everyone, and out the world,"

"She is angry with me, yesterday after you left for work, I took food to her and she throws it away,"

Dalaj holds Aabirah's hand. "I am sorry,"

"Is nothing. Just be with her and give her the support she needs, I won't be able to do it this time, she doesn't even want to see my face,"

Dalaj nods.

Aabirah lays her head on his chest, he hugs hers.

***

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Dalaj is about to leave the house. Aabirah stops him. "I haven't told you..."

Dalaj stops. "What?"

"I am going to start going today to the Islamic school," 

Dalaj smile, pecking her cheeks and hug her. "I am very happy and proud, if I have time I will come to pick you,"

Aabirah nods, she sees Yasira standing looking at them, she disengages the hug. "Now, go to work,"

Dalaj smile and open the door walking out.

Aabriah walks to Yasira. "Good morning,"

"Now you think you own the house, don't you?  I am the first woman he saw, love, married, and gave him children, don't think you can be my match or above me, and take everything,"

Aabirah smile. "Never look down on anybody unless you’re helping them up, and you know there is something... Well, a bit of advice, why don't you be so busy improving yourself that you have no time to criticize others,"

Aabirah walks away.

"Helping you, you are just a maid in this house that's why he married you, maid!"

***

Aabirah walks inside a classroom wearing a white long dress, a pink hijab, and a white niqab. with a woman wearing all black, a hijab, and a dress. The class has twenty students (children).

"Assalamu Alaykum,"

"Wa'alaykum Salaam," The children reply.

"Who are you with, Mrs principal?" A girl asks, sitting in the front.

"Meet your new teacher Aabirah,"

Aabirah removes her niqab putting it in her bag. "Assalamu Alaykum, Class,"

"Wa'alaykum Salam teacher Aabirah," the children reply to her greeting.

"I will be leaving so you can all introduce yourself to your new teacher," The principal says, walking out of the classroom.

"You are beautiful," a boy says.

"Thank you… what's your name?" Aabirah ask.

"I am Asmi and his name is Amid," Asmi replies, the girl that asks the principal about Aabirah.

Asmi stands up.  "I will introduce you to everyone, I am their class captain, Asmi Gutaif. Anas, Anan, Harisa… Aisha,"

Asmi continues to introduce the class.

"Thank you, Asmi… What beautiful and nice names you all have," Aabirah says, with a smile, as Asmi tells her the name of all the students.

Asmi smile proudly and sits down.

"Today, I am going to tell you a story of our prophet Ibrahim," Aabirah says taking a chair and sits down in front of the class.

After a while of telling them the story.

"Can you tell me what you learn in the story of our Prophet Ibrahim (A.S)?" Aabirah ask.

A boy stands up from behind.

"What's your name?" Aabirah ask.

"Jamil," the boy replies

"Can you tell me what you learn from the story, Jamil?"

"I learn that it is because of our prophet Ibrahim's obedience to Allah that we kill and eat ram every year," Jamil says.

The class laugh.

"That's true... Every year during the festival of Eid al-Adha, Muslims around the world sacrifice animals to reflect Prophet Ibrahim's willingness to sacrifice his son, Ismail, after Allah instructed him to in a dream,"

Asmi stands up. "Our prophet Ibrahim's (A.S) commitment to Allah was stronger than his desires for the Dunya; he chose pleasing Allah over comfort, luxury, and even love. We should just be like him because the Dunya is just temporary,"

***
Aabirah is wearing a pink light dress and a small scarf on her head, arranging foods on the table.

Aqila walks to her. "Is dinner ready?"

Aabirah nods. "It is ready, have a seat,"

Dalaj walks to them. "How was school today?"

"Alhamdulilah," Aabirah and Aqila reply at the same time.

They all laugh.

"Who are you asking?" Aabirah ask.

"All of you," Dalaj replies, with a smile.

"I will go and call Yasira to eat with us today," Aabirah says.

"You know Yasira has never eaten with us," Dalaj says.

"I know, but I am just going to try my luck," Aabirah says.

Aabirah walks to Yasira's room, she knocks and walk-in. "Assalamu Alaikum, Yasira,"

"What do you want?" Yasira ask.

"I thought that... why don't you join us for dinner?" Aabirah ask.

"Have you ever asked me before? Don't you always bring my food?"

"Yes… well…,"

"That will never change, now leave," Yasira says.

Aabirah is about to walk out, Yasira stops her.

"Wait…,"

Aabriah turns back.

"You will regret marrying my husband,"

Aabirah turn, walking away.

Aabirah walks to the dinner table, and sits next to Dalaj who is sitting at the head of the table.

Dalaj holds her hand. "Is okay,"

Aabirah nods.

***

Aabirah and Dalaj are sitting in the living room facing each other. Aabirah is telling him all about how the school went.

"I have enjoyed spending time with the children, The children are so lovely and smart,"

"I am glad. I am going to make sure all your sadness goes away and you are happy," Dalaj says.

"Sadness and happiness are part of life that we cannot dodge,"

"I will my best to talk and convince Yasira,"

Aabirah twists his hair in her finger. "I will love that, but don't get yourself worked up, she will never love me, even though it hurts I have to accept it,"

"Aabirah… I am going to make sure she accepts that we are married, I want us to live in peace, I don't like seeing you sad, I always want to see a smile on your bright, beautiful face,"

Aabirah moves closer to him as she lay her head on his chest feeling his warmth, she closes her eyes as he wraps his arms around her.

Yasira is standing behind looking at them with fury. "I am going to make sure, I throw you out of this house, Aabirah,"