Subtle Souls

he page over before signing. He heard a soft knock from the door before it squeaked open. He raised his head to see who dared to enter his office without permission. He sighed closing his eyes

s too harsh..." "What was too harsh in my words? Her words weren't anything right? I am always the bad person right? Besides, I only stated a fact. By Allah If she does not change her ways I don't see any reason why I won't add a second wife within few months, just watch me." Yusuf was loss at words. He couldn't argue anymore. Muhsin was right and whenever he declares something, it stays that way. ** She paced around the room panicky, thinking of a way to tackle the problems she was facing. Her phone vibrated from the side drawer, jolting her out of her reverie. She hissed loudly and walked over to the phone. "Oh, Karima, I'm so sorry you haven't seen me. I will be on my way soon," she uttered and ended the call. She sighed and kept the phone back on the side drawer. She picked it up again and called the one person she knew that would help her. "Mommy, good morning. Mommy, I don't know what to do. I want to go out but muhsin is really mad at me and he said if I don't start taking care of the house he would add another wife and I know he's very serious about it." Her mother was silent for bit before she hissed. "What have you done again, Amira? I know how rude you are and you must have said something to infuriate him." Amira burst into desolate tears, "mommy what should I do?" "What should you do? What sort of question is that? You should clean your house and cook if you don't want a co wife, that's it! The choice is upto you." Mommy stated. She increased the volume of her wails when her mother uttered the word 'co wife'. "Wait this girl, Dalia is even around and she isn't doing much in the house, I will send her now to help you clean up the house." Amira instantly nodded as if she was in front of her. "Yes mommy please send someone now. I am heading out in an hour. You should send her before I leave." She didn't even wait to hear what her mother would say again when she ended the call. She sauntered into the bathroom and had her bath before getting ready for the day. She was about to leave her room when she heard the door bell. She smiled and stepped out of the room. She walked down the stairs, passed the living room to the door. Dalia raised her head up when Amira opened the door. "You must be the girl to clean my house right?" She asked. Dalia nodded before she greeted her. "Come let me show you what to do," she said instead of answering her greetings. Dalia gently walked into the house and followed Amira to the living room. She looked around the dirty place but never changed her facial expression. "You're going to clean the living room, the kitchen and the rooms upstairs, after you're done, you cook dinner before my husband comes back from work. The cleaning equipments are in the kitchen. I won't be back early." She started walking away and left Dalia there looking at her in awe. She had to do all of that alone, same day? She heaved a sigh looking at the wall clock. It was already passed 12 noon. She walked towards the kitchen Amira showed her and started the work. She cleaned the living room first, the guest toilet, the dining and kitchen. She sprayed the whole living room and dining with the air fresher she found in the dinning room show glass. She performed ablution and took the mat she found in the living room to pray. She stood there looking around as she wondered where the Qiblah is. She dropped the mat and wore her hijab before she walked out of the house to the gate to ask the gate man. She came back shortly and prayed before she continued her work. She headed upstairs wondering which room to start with. She opened the first door which was muhsin's room. She closed it back when she saw everywhere was already cleaned, include the toilet. She entered the next room which was Amira. She hissed softly and entered. She wondered how a human being would live in such dirty place. She first changed the bedsheet before doing anything. Her eyes caught sight of a picture on the side drawer. She picked it up and stared at them. So he is Amira's husband, she mused to herself. She shrugged her shoulders and dropped the picture before she continued with her work. By the time she was done, it was past 3pm. Amira's room was too dirty to be done in just few minutes. She moved to the show glass she saw when she came into the room earlier. She opened it, beaming, and brought out some of the burning incense that was arranged. She noticed none was touched when she was cleaning the place. There was a pack of artificial charcoal and a burner in the show glass. She picked some of the burning incense and went down stairs to the kitchen. She turned on the gas that luckily she was taught by one of mommy's maids. By the time she was done with the burning incense, the house was nicely fragranced. She sat on the carpet in the living room to rest a bit before Asr prayer. A while later after she had prayed and well rested, she moved to the kitchen to