Together Forever

His Son.

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A week had gone by since I had seen Zaid. He hadn't been messaging me at all except for three days ago when he asked me the date the kids were starting school.

Life went on as normal and every night I would try to open up a conversation about dad's. Not about their dad of course, but I would ask them questions like what they like about my dad rather than saying grandpa.

Yesterday I asked them if they liked Fayza's mum or dad better to which Hafsa answered 'Her baba because her mummy doesn't let us go into the backyard to play.'

My aunty had a garden that she took care of as if it was a child and whenever my children were let out into her garden, they would somehow always manage to end up in her veggie patch.

Neither of them understood what I was trying to do, but slowly but surely, the word 'baba' was becoming more commonly used around them.

I left the bedroom after putting the kids to sleep and sat next to my mum on the couch.

"They're asleep." She assumed and I nodded my head.

"Mum..."

"What?" She said as she turned to look at me.

"I want to ask you a question, but if you don't want to answer, please don't." I mumbled, knowing that the air around us was going to become tense soon.

"Why did you and Baba divorce? I mean, all these years and I still don't know the reason."

I took a glance at her and realized that her body has stiffened slightly. She looked sort of uncomfortable but not uncomfortable enough for me to have to apologize for asking such a question.

"It isn't right for me to be talking about this when he has already moved on, love." She said with a sigh as she crossed her arms over her shoulders and looked back at the TV.

"I know. Just very briefly, mum. One sentence. I just need the reason as like closure. Please."

She glanced at me this time and exhaled through her nose, swallowing a lump in her throat and licked her lips. "Every marriage has its arguments. Little fights here and there. They're like salt and pepper in the marriage. However once you were married, then both of us were left alone with each other plenty. I guess the two of us just started having more arguments than other couples did. Every little thing began to annoy the other and eventually the whole marriage was doing more harm than good to the both of us. Ya3ni, it was nothing major sweetheart. There was no underlying factor. It was just a build up of things."

I smiled at her warmly and tried to hold back the tears. No doubt my life would have been so much easier had my parents not gotten divorced, but this was Allah's decree and if this is how He willed our lives to be, then I had trust in His plans that this was best for me and my akhira. Alhamdulillah.

"Thank you, mum." I said softly and she smiled, nodding her head before throwing her arm over my shoulder to give me a small hug.

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"I finished, mummy!" Hafsa said as she put her plastic fork down on the table of her high chair.

I released a fake gasp and smiled widely at her. "Well done, baby!" I said. "High five mummy."

She laughed as I held out my palm and pressed her little hand against mine in excitement. "Can I have my dessert now?" She asked me and I smiled. "Of course, you can." I said, getting off my seat and walking to the fridge to take out the jelly cup I had made earlier. After getting a spoon, I walked back to the table and sat down, handing it to her.