I'd been discharge from the hospital a week ago, I'd been indoor since then. Always locked my door.

Mum had been trying to get me out of my room, trying to talk to me but it hurt. I couldn't look at her in eyes without feeling betrayed.

She would knocked on my door, urging to open the door for hours but I didn't open the door. I needed space.

It hurt.

It pain.

I was folding the masalah (praying mat), when my room door was knocked.

I paused for a while before saying, "who is there?".

"It's me sis" I heard Maryam hoarse voice. She had been crying.

It hurt me to hurt them.

"What do you want?" I asked her coldly. Turning my back away from the door as if she could see me.

"I just want to see you" her voice crossed.

"No, I'm busy" I replied curtly.

"Sophia open this damn door now before I break it down" she growled angrily. "And trust me I will" she banged the door heavily. I was shocked, I knew she could break the door as she promised.

"No" I whispered.

"Open the door Now!" she screamed, I went to the door and unlocked it. I didn't want a damaged door.

I moved away from her. "Sweetie " she called softly, moving closer to me.

"Sophia, you know deep down your heart that we are sorry. It wasn't intentional to hurt to or kept you in the dark" she said smoothly as if it was easy.

I moved away from her and faced her, "it was not intentional" I scoffed. "Then it is what?" I asked sarcastically.

I moved closer to her and poked her on her c.h.e.s.t, "you hurt me" I said brokenly. "You broke my trust in you" I screamed.

"It was said by Yusuf's parents not to tell you..." I cut her off by shouted at her.

"Cut the crap, Hurt me with the damn Truth and Never freaking Comfort me with Lies." I was breathing heavily.

"I know sis but..." she trailed off.

"But...What?"

"I'm sorry, please just forgive me" she begged, "I hate the distance between us" she cried.

"I too hate it but I don't think I can't forget what you guys did. It hurt me " I sobbed, "You all lie to me and you know I detest been lied to" I cried.

"I'm sorry Sophia" she pleaded remorsefully.

What is done is done, it can never be redo.

"I forgive all of you, but I can never forget the pains you guy made me passed through" I seethed.

"Thank you for forgiving me" she sniffed. "Yusuf's parents and ustadz are waiting for you downstairs" she said.

"OK, I'm coming" I replied, before she went out of the door I called her. "Remember, trust is like a mirror but when it get broken, it can never be fix back to it form again".

I locked the door after her and put on my black Abaya before going out of the room.

"Assalamualaykum" I greeted everyone. Mom, Yusuf and Maryam were sitting at the three-sitter chair. Yusuf's parents were sitting at the two-sitter chair while my Ustadz was sitting at the armchair.

"Walaikum Salam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh" they all replied in unison.

"Please, sit down" My Ustadz said, then I sat on the floor.

"Innal hamdalilah..." Ustadz stated. He faced me and said, "Umu abdullahi, I heard everything that happened recently. I was told by your mom" he cleared his throat and continued, "she ask me to come to you because she knows maybe Allah can use me to make you forgive them" I looked downcasted.

"Umu abdullahi, I know what they did hurt you but can you find in your to forgive them because we human beings are not perfect are we are bond to make mistake. Even though we make mistakes to Allah and we ask for forgiveness; He the most forgiver, forgive us" he said calmly.

"Just remember prophet Yusuf (As) who was betrayed by his own brother. This is your challenges and test. Allah tests those who He loves the most" as he said so and I felt like crying and poured my heart to Allah. He was testing, He was testing my faith.

What have I face?.

I've not face a grain of what the companions of the prophet (SAW) faced and here I was, lamenting. Here I was crying.

"And if you are in a problem there's no way out, remember prophet Yunus (As) who was stuck in the belly of a whale. Surely Allah showed him the way. Allah will also surely show you the way. It might be hard now sister in Deen but everything will later become an history" I was crying heavily, I crawled to my mom's leg. I just needed a motherly comfort.

"I'm sorry ma for shutting you out. I'm sorry ma..." I hiccuped while she wiped my tears and pecked my forehead.

"I understand baby, I'm also sorry" she cried.

"The prophet (SAW) said: The greatest reward comes from the greatest trial. When Allah loves people, He tests them, and whoever accepts it gains the p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e of Allah and whoever complains earns His wrath. May He saves us from His wrath and punishment" he lectured.

He stood up ready to leave our melodramatic family reunion not before saying, "Oh Allah, help us to remember you, to be grateful to you, and to worship you in an excellent manner!" and we all replied with "Ameen".

Yusuf's mother came to me and held my hand, stroking it gently. "We are sorry to use our selfishness to hurt you my wife" she said softly still stroking my hands, "we don't mean to hurt you. It was the doctor's order. The doctor said Yusuf's memory loss might be short-term or long-term. After Yusuf accident, Yusuf was in coma for good two years before he opened his eyes. We wanted him to wake up before we tell you he was life but when he woke up and we talked to him about you, he did not remember you. We wished to tell you but the doctor said we shouldn't do anything that can trigger his memory because his brain could unexpectedly shutdown. That was why we kept it from you. We were selfish, we didn't want to lose our only son. But we forget that humans are like water, water do flows from one place to another and meets another" she told me softly while tears were streaming down from her eyes. "We are sorry" her body shook with emotions.

I was short of words, Yusuf had gone into many pains.

Two years without opening his eyes, feeling the world.

And here I was crying that they kept it from me.

She put me into a bear hug, "Khadijah was Yusuf's nurse when he woke up she was there with him. She took care of him and help him stand fit again. We hired her as his private nurse. Her and Yusuf teach at Abdullahi's school but she knows you are Yusuf's wife " Yusuf's father chirped in.

"I understand" I replied weakly.

The front door opened and revealed my son practically dragging Khadijah.

"Assalamualaykum" they said while we replied and I dislocated my hands from Yusuf's mother's hand and quickly wiped my eyes before abdullahi noticed because I knew he would ask what happened to me.

That boy was inquisitive.

"Mom, tea-cher want to seeee you" he said happily.

Not teacher dear, your soon to be step mother. I thought.

"Oh ma'am and PA, I don't know you will be her" she joked lightly.

"What are you doing here?" Yusuf's mother asked her coldly, scrutinizing her gazed at her while she scrunched her nose in mockery.

"I never like her" I heard Yusuf's mother said under her breath but I heard her clearly.

"I just came to see her not you old woman" she sneered at her.

"Do you know she's an elderly person?" I asked her.

"An elderly person that snoops around"she seethed," we whatever, I just come here to give you our invitation card. Yusuf, my soon to be husband. And you are invited with my "he eyed up abdullahi,"soon to be stepson" she threw the invitation card at me then walked out.

"That witch" Yusuf's mother breath heavily, "Since ever my son has proposed to her she has been misbehaving" she said sadly.

I smiled softly and said what made everyone to open their mouth and gape at me.

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"I'm going to the wedding, and I shall make Yusuf to remember me".

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