He knew he must have her. Yesterday, the victory he won over her felt incredibly sweet; he felt a peace and deep satisfaction with her like never before in his life. He had never experienced a woman with such sweetness. They had agreed: he must take her back as his wife. Sadiya no longer needed him, and the signs showed Umaimah could bear him a child. She would carry him as he wished.

With this thought, he placed his hands on her softness, caressing, his fingers tracing the area covered by her thin skin. He gently squeezed her body until his head reached the target spot. He felt a kind of heart palpitation. Umaimah's beautiful form lay exposed. The way he stared at the spot was as if he had found a TV, denying him the chance to linger. Quickly, she slipped off the bed before he could grab her. She had just reached the door when he arrived right at the threshold. He heard the key turning and the lock opening. They both gasped, each breathing heavily. She did it! She let out a kind of cry of pain, saying:

"Oh Allah, what kind of lifetime curse is this? What does this mean? Where is Uncle Hameed in all this? Is it true what they say, that there is no witness for a person? Uncle Hameed took my virginity and is now trying to commit another sin against me?" She closed her eyes, shaking herself, wishing only to open her eyes and find it was all a dream she was having while asleep. But contrary to that, she heard him banging forcefully on the door, calling her name: "Umaimah! Umaimah, open up! I won't do anything to hurt you, I swear! I won't do anything to you again, please open up for me!" He was speaking with a kind of sexy voice she never knew Uncle Hameed possessed. The banging on the door intensified. She cried out, backing away quickly. Hearing how he was hitting the whole door forcefully and twisting the handle, she closed her eyes and covered her ears. Her body was trembling; she shivered. She stiffened, hearing the sound of the door falling inwards. He entered the bathroom. His eyes roamed over her body down to the floor. She shivered, collapsed, poured her knees onto the floor, her body shrinking. She said:

"I don't know what words to beg you with, Uncle Hameed, but know that I haven't wronged you. Don't let your lack of faith be the cause of your niece Umaimah's death. We shared food, Uncle, since yesterday morning. I fasted yesterday, and even when I broke my fast, I didn't taste anything except Lipton tea. What time is it now, Uncle? Did you divorce Sadiya? And do you want to divorce her life too?" She spoke amidst tears. Not a shred of her pity reached his heart without regret for what he had done to her.

He sighed deeply, pulled her close with his arm, hugged her, and they both sat down, releasing their hearts together. He sighed deeply and said in a trembling voice, "O...k, sh... shikenan (so be it), I won't do anything to you. But keep the covenant: don't tell anyone, and don't you ever run away from me." She nodded quickly. He hugged her again, kissing her neck, saying, "Yawwa, my little niece, may Allah bless you." He let her go towards where the bathtub was. He turned on the hot water, then almost immediately turned it off and turned on the cold. He put his hand in to test the temperature. It was just right. He sighed in satisfaction. She shivered as she stepped in. He quickly pushed her down inside, saying, "Ah, don't argue with me today. The heat from yesterday isn't gone yet." She closed her eyes, biting her lip, and by the time the water felt cold coming out, she had stiffened. She finished her bath, wrapped a towel around herself, and came out.

He came in carrying her clothes. She was completely terrified of him. He entered the bathroom, blocking her chance to escape the room. She pressed herself against the wall until he entered. She turned the door, locked it, and slid the bolt into place. Her body fell onto the mattress. She released a fresh cry, crying for a long time – cries of regret and anger at herself. It was tormenting her. She was doing it to herself, blaming herself directly. Her phone rang. She had just reached for it when her hands took the phone. She saw her sister Jameelah's name on the screen. She put the phone down because in the state she was in, she couldn't answer it. She wouldn't be able to understand anything. The phone rang again, and she picked it up again. Now it was her friend Mas'udah calling. She answered quickly, putting it to her ear. "Salam," Mas'udah greeted her before saying, "Hey, the world you entered yesterday... I called you last night. I arrived, by Allah, my heart was troubled, and I said it shouldn't be.