Subtle Souls

raduation. Her parents were not being fair to her, Dalia thought. She was a year older than bintoto but she already has a baby. And she was married her cousin whom she doesn't lo

y things happened within this year and I can't do anything about it." "This is... I don't even know what to say," dalia murmured as she thought of a way to console binta. "Can you believe that I've even tried running away?" She contend as she chuckled. "It was a stupid thing to do," she added and averted her gaze to them. "Enough about me please, how are you guys? Dalia I heard you moved to abuja? How's everything there?" She spoke briskly. She didn't wanted to look depressed. Dalia and Amrah didn't actually know what to say or do. Dalia stood up and moved closer to her friend. She knelt down on the carpet and held binta's hands. "I don't even know how or where to start with but I know you're not happy being with him. Everyone has his own type of Qadr; some are happy, some are not, some are even at the hospital sick but whatever your case may be or whatever kind of situation you'll find yourself in, just remember that there's someone out there with much worse situation than yours. And Allah will never leave you like this, in sha Allah. We will be praying for you." Even though Dalia's words wouldn't bring the end of her sorrow, it was all she needed to hear. She looks at Dalia like the fire in her eyes has been dowsed with ice water. "Thank you Dalia," she mouthed as she gave Dalia's hand a like squeeze. "It's all I needed," she added before hugging her friend. "How did you guys enter? He didn't see you? He doesn't allow me to have visitors at all." She tapped her fingers nervously on her knees as she peered at them. "He saw us but he didn't say anything," Amrah answered. Binta's eyes bulged out before she hid it with a smile. "I hope you won't be in trouble," dalia spoke holding her hand. Soon enough, Binta heard the entrance door open and slammed shut, its creaking noise bringing a chill to her spine. She scrambled up to go check who it was, but before she reached the door, he entered the living room, sending daggers to the two them. "Who are these two? Why are they in my house? I thought I've warned you about having visitor?" Her hands trembled and her eyes water as she tried to speak. "We have to get going now, binta. See you some other time." Amrah handed the baby to her before they calmly left the house felling sorry for their friend. They walked back home in silence, both engrossed in their own thoughts. "You see one of the reasons why I am afraid to get married; marrying the wrong man," dalia started. She exhaled as her heart skipped a bit whenever she thought about binta. "Yes, but binta's case is different. She was forced to marry him," Amrah reasoned with her and she nodded in agreement. "But still, she doesn't deserve to live that way. He's a complete monster, a bastard," she riposted through gritting teeth. "Easy there, Dalia. He's someone's father and husband, you shouldn't be cursing him that way please," she reminded. Dalia hissed softly and quickened her pace. It was passed asr already and she knew muhsin would come pick her up soon. After they've reached home, she prayed asr and chatted with her mother about what happened till a boy informed them that someone was looking for dalia. "Don't keep him waiting dalia, go get your bag and go. May Allah bless you." Her mother urged her to get ready. She hesitated before sluggishly getting on her feet and entered her room. She wondered why he didn't atleast come in and greet her mother. She came out with her bag and slipped into her hijab. She bade h