Hamid had just left a supermarket after shopping and was trying to start his car when a call came in. Seeing the caller's name on his phone, he couldn't help but smile softly before answering.
"Peace of Allah be upon you, my light of my eyes. I just left the supermarket to do your shopping."
She replied with a hint of teasing, "Hmm, I thought you were going to call me. I didn’t hear from you all day."
Hamid laughed heartily. "Work has been demanding, but I haven’t forgotten you, Madeena. I hope you’re well."
She responded with concern, "I haven’t been feeling well due to a fever and missing you."
"Don't worry, I’m on my way after Maghrib prayer, Insha'Allah. I’m heading home now to prepare before I come."
"Alright, I’ll wait to see you. I miss you a lot, so take care of yourself."
"Take care too, Madeena."
He said this with genuine happiness, and she smiled warmly before ending the call. Hamid exhaled deeply, feeling a profound sense of love he had never experienced before with Madeena. Despite having gone through a first marriage, during which he was unaware of the true essence of love, he found himself deeply affectionate towards Madeena. His first marriage was with Sakina, who had minimal education—only some Quranic studies—and was married to him when she was fourteen and he was twenty-five. Their marriage, constrained by limited knowledge and experiences, was filled with ignorance and indulgence.
Despite having a degree in business, Hamid had not understood the value of love. His father, Nuhu, a retired soldier who ran a soap company that Hamid managed, arranged the marriage. Hamid's father, who had no idea of the challenges faced by couples, had facilitated this union. Now, fifteen years into their marriage, Hamid and Sakina lived comfortably, in a spacious house built close to his parents' home, with an easier entrance through a small gate. Hamid had made this possible due to his ambition and efforts, and despite his background, he was continuously striving for self-improvement.
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