“Bismillahir rahmaanir raheem”
-in the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful-
Faaizas point of view:
Ismail:”since mostly everyones here, I think we should get this meeting started and over with before asr times sets in”
Everyone suddenly went dead silent waiting to hear what all of this was about…
I could sense ismails nervousness, but I’m sure only I could sense it because I was sitting right next to him and I am his wife after all…
He cleared his throat before he continued…
Ismail:”look there’s so much to discuss and so little time and I don’t exactly know where to start…”
Ismail looked at moulana for some sort of inclination…
Ismail:”moulana please advise…where does moulana think we should start from? Because every matter that needs to be discussed is major to the person at hand”
Moulana:”let’s start with your sisters issue and work ourselves from there?”
Our gazes all fell on kulsum…
I couldn’t stop thinking about my mother in laws reaction when yusuf and his ‘wife’ walked in hand in hand just after kulsum…
The look on her face was hilarious and I was almost certain that she was going to have a heart attack..
M.I.L:”what the hell are you doing here? And with… With… Allaah paak!!”
She drew her left hand over her forehead and leaned on the unit beside her for support with her right hand….
Everyones tempers rose…
Rukaya:”ISMAIL!!! IS THIS SOME KIND OF A SICK JOKE OR WHAT?WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?”
If it wasn’t for moulana who somehow tried to calm everyone down and got everyone to settle down in the lounge altogether, I’m sure quite a few people would have landed up in the ICU unit of our local hospital down the road..
I tried hard not to let out a little giggle as I thought about it and focused on kulsum…
Ismail gestured to kulsum to start talking….
It took a lot of courage for kulsum to talk about her childhood, I could see it was hard but what kept her going was the fact that she had her husband by her side and mine and ismails support too…
Kulsum:”it was hard for me to live up to this family’s expectations all these years and no matter how hard I tried, I’ve always been the outcast, I don’t know if its because I’m different,maybe you know, darker in complexion or what.. But I’m always treated like a nobody…”
M.I.L: “that’s utter nonsense!! I treat all my children fairly….”(She trailed off)
Ismail gave off a sarcastic giggle loud enough for everyone to hear..
M.I.L: “what’s that suppose to mean ismail?even you! We gave you people the best of everything.. You were never short of anything in your life… So ungrateful.. Moulana, what you have to say about that… You die for your children, carry them for 9 months, give birth to them and grow them up… And then when they think they’re too big for their boots, they come here and want to try and make us look like fools..”
Ismail:”you may have given birth to kulsum, but her speaking out about how she feels doesn’t make her ungrateful, what’s she supposed to do? Sit back and allow you and your daughter to treat her like scum? Just because she doesn’t have wealth and children, doesn’t mean she doesn’t have anything… She may have much more than you do… She’s got a heart and she doesn’t put up a false act infront of people while every word that comes out of her mouth is a lie…”
Mamajee: “watch how you talk to your mother young man…you still a little brat infront of her…she deserves more respect than that….”
That’s when ismail snapped….I knew that we arranged to leave his adoption story for last because as they say, ‘leave the best for last’.. But this is where it had to come out….right in the beginning….