Azeem hadn't been feeling well that evening. The captain of the guard had given him the pass to go home and rest. Azeem had been extremely thankful and gave praise to Yahal for the captain’s compassion. Sliding one foot in front of the other, Azeem had made him way home and opened the door. The rest was a mix of shame and sickness that blurred his vision.
Hadyia came from the bedroom wearing a revealing evening gown he had bought for her a few months back. She held a look of surprise and exhaustion. She looked into Azeem’s eyes and then lowered her head in shame. Azeem had wanted to murder her at that moment, but there was something else he needed to know and made a dash into the bedroom. Hadyia tried to put her hand out to brush his shoulder as he passed, but Azeem moved out of the way.
His heart fell on the floor and wished he would have never entered the room. They betrayal went far deeper than he ever could have imagined. Bastion, Azeem’s older brother, said nothing as he too lowered his head and walked out of the house. Azeem fell to his knees and prayed to Yahal. He ignored the sobs of his wife as he loudely begged for wisdom. His heart was angry and he wanted to put them to the knife with his own hand, but it was not the way. Azeem sought peace for four hours on the very floor of the room that his wife had committed adultery moments earlier.