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 cure them all, bring one of them to your ear and listen".

She quickly reached her ear and told me something that I myself really don't know what she said, I just saw it. All of them burst into laughter and clapped. Meemah said, "It's true, Mummy, you have a beautiful face, you are not a profit maker. I love you so much, Mummy, you are the cure for my crying."

Hearing the door being opened, Jameelah quickly covered her face and adjusted her position in the middle of the bed as if she wasn't looking at anyone. Zaid opened the door and closed it with his eyes. He lowered them onto Jameelah who was wrapped in a blanket. He closed the door and took the keys in his hand. He went to the bedside drawer and put them on. He climbed onto the bed and sat next to Jameelah. He lifted her hand and removed the blanket from her face and her hands. She smiled at him for a moment and said, "My princess, my pride, you haven't cried to me yet. I don't want you to shed your precious tears that are more precious than anything else in my life. I don't want you to cry. You love me too. I love you. I think we will be happy together since our dreams have come true and we have become husband and wife."

He finished his speech, placing his soft hand on her face, trying to wipe away the tears of hypocrisy that he had created. When Jameelah's voice softened, it sounded like she had been crying for a long time. "I am crying with joy, my love. I see it as if in a dream. Today I am happy as your wife. Part of me is happy. Part of me is sad. Honey, it seems like your family doesn't love me even though I was brought here. The one who took care of us is a white girl. She even scolds us, saying that I am not worthy of being your wife. I am a poor girl. She said that it was because of the greed for worldly things that I married you that you did not feel the kind of insults that you have, including the head-butts."

She finished speaking, bursting into tears, her body shaking. Zaid stood up and sighed, "Wait, Sweetheart, I will give her a nose piercing, I will treat her, her sister, I have not lied to you, I saw my father who stopped me and even told me that she would eat you, you are not worthy of my family, don't worry, they don't like you, you will stay with them, you will stay with me."

He spoke as he made his way to the door with the intention of leaving quickly. Jameelah held his hand and said in a whisper, "Hey Honey, do you want to add a little more blood to your heart? If you come, I will start mixing with your relatives. We should not waste this blessed night. It is not right that I am here to make you happy by not giving you special attention between a husband and a wife. And the girl who is with you is a foolish girl. We will not get together and be together. If she is asked to marry me, she will not agree to marry me."

He hugged her to his chest as he felt a new love for her that radiated through every part of his body and said, "It is true that Mar'atssaliha always wants her husband to be happy."

Then he grabbed her hand as if to swallow her, pulled her up, made her sit down, picked up the other woman's suitcase, placed her on the stool, then leaned over and gave her a kiss, and the fire took over for a while, he said, "Baby, wait for some minutes."

Jameelah just raised her head because she didn't understand what Zaid said, he went to the kitchen and left. She picked up the phone and called Uwar Gwarama. She picked it up and said, "Hey, it's our blessed daughter."

"By God, the Ummah is not happy because they did not see the handful of roasted chickens brought in, not two and lemons."

The next morning, Mrs. Gwarama spoke up and said, "Please tell God to give me my share because you will see me tomorrow morning. It is about carrying some things. I hope you will start because with that, we will be able to pay the last of the bills and we will collect what we have collected."

"Ummah, don't you see how when I speak, his body shakes, it's like this Zaid is not a liar, what a liar, you are lying, you are lying, Ummah."

"I'm just kidding, whoever said he would add me to his mother's marriage, now this little girl's beauty is so beautiful that you curse her, the size of her breasts has increased even more now, or if this disgrace is done in the house of the student, if there is something to wear at the door of the prayer room, it is said that with wood, it is a pleasure to sit and watch the disgrace, I will lose my marriage vows, I will never let Khadijah's children get married, not even in a holiday house, so that they can see me."

"It is true that the Ummah that went to the mosque to pray for forgiveness, if I die, it will be destroyed."