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He walked slowly from Mamy's bedroom to the parlour. His body felt thoroughly cooled down, and he generally did not want to sit in their family home—he didn't know why. Whenever he returned, it always ended in this listlessness, with not an ounce of energy.

Mamy, who was sitting down, asked, "Rehaan, where are you going?"

He turned to look at her and said, "I'm going to take a bath, I want to go and greet Mummy."

Realizing he meant Jafar's mother when he said Mummy, Mamy nodded and said, "Okay, but don't go alone." He nodded without saying anything and walked out of the apartment toward his own.

As he came out, his eyes locked with Mama, who was seeing a guest off from her wing. He averted his gaze slightly and walked slowly past toward his section.

Mama's friend followed him with her gaze until he disappeared, then said, "Gosh! This is what you're dealing with? He's too big to greet you, right? Let alone someone like me hoping he'd say good afternoon to me?"

Mama shook her head and said, "He's a spoiled child. He only speaks to me when he feels like it, let alone offering greetings. In this entire house, there's no rebel quite like him. He could spend two weeks in this country before he decides to tell you good afternoon."

"And you just sat there, letting him disrespect you to this extent? You are the senior wife, you are the eldest in this house!"

"You know I wouldn't just sit back; there's nothing I haven't tried, but sometimes it feels like the effort goes nowhere. Even as I'm trying, I'll say..."

"Don't slack off. Use force and harsh means to deal with him; don't let him look down on you and turn his face away again in the future. That is immense disrespect. If he had done this in front of our friends, it would have ruined us, it would have completely stripped away your dignity, I swear."

"Crush his glory by force. Let's go to traditional clerics so they can help us bring him down. Once he is crushed, ruin his name so he can never rise again. If not, I swear, before our very eyes, everything will pass into the hands of the Indian woman's child."

"Just leave it. I will never let anyone surpass my children; you know I won't let that happen. I don't know how I fell asleep and let Rehaan reach this level; I don't know how it happened. But now I've woken up, I'm denying my eyes sleep, going out to seek help—all just to see the end of this glory of his. And I know I will see it, because I can do anything for that."

"A stubborn child; I myself detest him, let alone you. Look at him, he just stared right at us with a blank face and walked past."

At that moment, Salman was walking by, snatching candy from the kids and making funny, exaggerated faces with his mouth like a toddler, even though at first glance you could tell he was a grown man. His build and the physical features Allah gave him showed he was fully mature, complete with facial hair, and he was fair-skinned and handsome.

He looked at Mama, pointing at the candy, and said, "I won't give it to you."

She curled her lip slightly and said, "Go finish your things, thank you." He ran past her and entered Umma's space.

Mama and her friend looked at each other and burst into loud laughter, even slapping hands. She said, "Wait, isn't this Salman, your co-wife's son?"

Mama replied, "Of course it is."

"Has his madness gotten this much worse? It's like he's older than Sameer, isn't it?"

"He's older than Baba, let alone Sameer. Sameer is right after Rehaan."

The woman laughed slightly and said, "Glory be to Allah, he looks like your grandfather."

"He's good-looking though, sometimes it's pitiful."

"That's how I want to see Rehaan, wandering around with kids following him and calling him a madman."

Mama laughed and said, "Anyway, we'll talk on the phone, I have hot gossip," she said as she escorted her to her car, where she got in and left.

Rehaan watched as his older brother ran past with the house's young children chasing him in a scramble to snatch the candy from his hand.

He let out a breath and entered his section, feeling a deep ache in his heart about the situation. He started to go in, but then turned back, walked to his father's section, and said, "Peace be upon you." Umma answered from the parlour, and as he pushed the door open, their eyes met.

Rehaan asked, "Is Abba in?"

Coolly, she replied, "He's at Daada's place."

Without another word, he turned and headed toward Daada's because he wanted to talk about Salman.

He found Abba and Baffa, his younger uncle, sitting near Daada. He greeted them, they responded, and he sat down.

He looked at Abba's younger brother and said, "Baffa, good afternoon."

With a smile, he replied, "Fine, Rehaan, how is your health?"

"I feel better."

"May Allah increase your health."

"Ameen."

He looked at Abba and said, "Abba, I went to your place, but you weren't there."

Abba asked, "Is everything alright?"

He glanced at Daada, their eyes meeting. She glared at him and said, "Or should I make room for you?"

He averted his gaze from her and said, "Actually, it's about Hamma Salman. I saw that his condition has deteriorated again, Abba, unlike the last time I came and saw him. I didn't feel good about how I saw him now, which is why I came to talk to you about it. There is a doctor I know who can operate on him, and, In sha Allah, things will work out."

Abba let out a sigh and said, "Rehaan, getting treatment for Salman is not something new."

Rehaan said, "Even so, Abba, you never know where the cure lies. Besides, he has never had surgery; if we try, it might work out."

Baffa said, "That's true. You never know where the cure is, treatment is groping in the dark."

Daada said, "Even I feel immense pity for the boy's situation; he has reverted to acting like a five-year-old child. He is older than Baba, older than Sameer, older than Muhammad, yet he has become like the toddlers of the house. It's heart-wrenching."

Rehaan said, "I was planning to go to Jeddah anyway, I'll arrange a visa for him so we can take him for a checkup."

At that moment, Salman ran in with children chasing him to grab the chocolate from his hand.

Banisha ran in and said, "Hamma, give me my chocolate."

He shrugged his shoulders and said, "I won't give it to you, Abba bought it for me."

She glared at him and said, "You didn't buy it, I was just standing there and he snatched it right out of my hand. Seriously, give it to me." Seeing she was about to snatch it, he ran off, and she chased after him.

Salman came close to Rehaan and said, "Look, Banisha is going to snatch my chocolate, right?"

Compassion overwhelmed Rehaan's heart. He let out a breath and said, "Kiddo, what's this?"

Whining, she said, "I just came out from Mamy's place and he snatched it. I don't even mind him, and he just took it."

"Go to my room and take another one."

Banisha glared at him, while he made a face at her while holding Rehaan's hand.

Salman extended the candy toward Rehaan's mouth and said, "Eat it."

Rehaan shook his head and said, "Thank you, Hamma, I don't eat it."

He extended it again and said, "I only gave it to you. If not you, I wouldn't even give it to Daada. Eat it, it's sweet," he said, placing the candy against Rehaan's mouth. Rehaan held his hand as a sign he didn't want it.

Looking like he was about to cry, Salman said, "You won't eat it? Do you also think I'm dirty? You're the only one who loves me, and even you won't eat it?"

Rehaan gently opened his mouth, and Salman happily popped the candy in, laughing. Rehaan smiled too, looking at him with deep pity and affection.

He looked at the people watching them; pity was evident on everyone's face. Daada was crying, and Rehaan himself felt his heart break as if he wanted to cry.

Abba let out a breath, looked at Rehaan, and asked, "Rehaan, what do you want to be done now?"

"Let's just take him to Jeddah, since I'm there I'll look after him myself. Or if Umma wants to go, she can come so we stay together with him. In sha Allah, he will recover."

At that moment, Umma walked in, saying, "Daada, peace be upon you. Salman, it's you I'm looking for, get up let's go take your medicine."

He shrugged, leaning his shoulder against Rehaan as a sign he wouldn't go. Rehaan looked at him, seeing his face covered in hair since it hadn't been trimmed, and said, "We'll go get your hair trimmed," gently stroking his face.

Umma glared at Rehaan and said, "Well, you're not the one who usually takes him for grooming, are you? Such a show-off. You're over there living in another country, and today you're talking about going to trim his hair? As if I don't take him!"

At that time, Mama entered with a greeting. She had heard that Umma and Rehaan were at Daada's, so she came in because she didn't know what might happen inside.

Abba said, "Come in and sit down, we were discussing advice. Rehaan has a proposal concerning Salman."

Rehaan just kept looking at Salman, who had messed up his clothes with candy and even dirtied Rehaan's clothes. Then Salman started pulling Rehaan's hair. Even though it hurt, Rehaan didn't say anything and didn't stop him.

Abba said, "Rehaan wants to take Salman to Jeddah for medical treatment."

Umma frowned deeply and said, "What kind of treatment? Is he sick?"

Daada looked at her in amazement and said, "Do you need someone to tell you he's sick?"

"Well, I see him living like this, right?"

"He's taking him to a psychiatric hospital."

Umma shook her head and said, "No, I swear my son is not crazy. There is no psychiatric hospital he will be taken to."

Abba said, "It's a psychiatric hospital, no one said he's crazy."

Umma said, "It's all the same. Anyone taken to see a psychiatric doctor is considered crazy. My son is not crazy, he's not going to any hospital, I swear. I didn't ask for it, thanks for the intention, may Allah reward you, but he's not going."

Baffa said, "Oh come on, what are you saying? Just because they want to take him to the hospital to check his brain, does that mean he's crazy?"

Daada, overwhelmed with frustration toward Umma, said, "Well, what else is he if not crazy? Even if Salman isn't called crazy directly, they say he's mentally unstable. Anyone who does what Salman does is number one crazy."

Umma tightened her face fiercely, saying nothing, just shaking her head and glaring at Daada.

Abba said, "Rehaan said he will take him to the hospital for a checkup, so they will go together. If you want to go, you can all go."

"Truthfully, how many times has he been taken to the hospital? How many times has he been checked? It's always the same thing—they say there's nothing wrong with him. Honestly, I don't agree, he's going nowhere."

As Abba was about to speak, Daada cut him off: "You spared him the expense; after all, it's his money, not yours or your husband's. He made the intention out of goodwill and kinship. If he does it, he's not just helping himself, he's helping your own son. Since you don't want it, you've saved yourself the trouble. Go ahead and keep locking him in a room to wrestle him just to get clothes on him. One day you might find he's broken your arm and leg."

Umma stood up and said, "Allah will heal him; Allah is the one who afflicted him and He will lift it. And I swear my son is not crazy; he is a child like anyone else, a child like every other child in this house. It's a temporary trial and it will pass."

"Just as shares are divided and given to the sane, his share will be given to him. I didn't ask anyone to take him to the hospital, keep your money, I've saved everyone the trouble. I never said I had a need for it. If he has that intention, there are many needy people out there, let him go help them. His name will be more glorified than doing it for me. Let's go," she said, walking toward Salman, who was looking at her.

Salman, who was close to Rehaan, said, "Umma, I'm staying with Rehaan."

She glared at him and said, "Get up, mister, move let's go. You're not staying with him. Is he your mother's younger brother?"

Salman refused to get up. As she opened her mouth to speak again, Abba shouted at her, "Salamatu, leave this parlour!"

She tried to speak, but he barked angrily, "Get out, I said!" She shook her head and walked out in a fury.

Mama looked at Abba and Daada, saying, "Take heart. She didn't behave well; what's wrong with someone offering to help your own?"

Daada said, "Leave that foolish woman. Everything she does is out of jealousy; even seeking a cure, she's jealous of it. Mtsww! Let him be left with her to soak in water and drink, since she thinks she can handle it."

Mama said, "May Allah make it right," stood up, and left without saying another word.

When Mama left Daada's place, she went straight to Umma's. She found her fuming and upset, sitting and shaking her leg in distress and annoyance over what had happened.

Mama said, "You did the right thing, you did right by showing that other spoiled brat that you are the one in charge of Salman, not him. You did right by rejecting the hospital trip. Listen to this: does that guy view Salman as crazy or what?"

Umma raged, "Rehaan gets on my nerves, Mama. Rehaan is pushing me to do something I never thought I'd do to him. Did I ask him to take Salman to the hospital?"

"Just to show you he has money, man. He wanted to show you he has money your son doesn't, since he can take him to Jeddah for treatment. That's all."

"His useless money! His money will never upset me, I swear. And Salman is not going to any hospital, I swear. Since when did anyone offer to take him until now? I swear Abba is the one backing Rehaan; look at how Abba yelled at me right in front of him."

Mama said, "You know Abba—whatever Rehaan wants, Abba wants. Since you stood your ground and showed that no one has authority over your son except you, no one will pressure you. He's full of airs, acting like a true European."

Umma said, "Riyya just called me on the phone, saying, 'Umma, I didn't see your account details, Hamma Rehaan gave me money to send to you,'" she said, mocking Riyya's voice and curling her lip. She hissed and said, "They really want to be number one in this house."

"He sent money to me too. When I saw a large amount, I called her, and she said it was for shopping from Rehaan. I hung up without even saying thank you."

Umma hissed and said, "It's his time, let him finish. He'll end up right in our palms, I swear."

"Very soon, indeed. Just don't agree to this hospital business, I swear. Nadira was brought in over you, not me—if you let them take him out, she wins against you."

"I swear, not even Abba will make me agree. Since I said I don't want it, leave me alone. I'm the one looking after him, not someone else."

Mama said, "That's true, no one goes near him except you. Let me go and come back," she said, walking out of the apartment and leaving Umma grumbling. Mama smiled to herself—how could she ever allow Salman to get treatment? How could she let Salman get well? If he recovered, that meant another competitor; he would join those holding their father's wealth, and she didn't want anyone except her own children to have it.

As for Rehaan, once he finished getting ready, he called Shams and Mansur. Even though he wanted to go out alone, Mamy had told him not to go by himself, which was why he called them. He got into the car and they went to Mummy's house as he had promised.

He entered the parlour with a greeting, and they responded, looking at him. With joy, Mummy exclaimed, "La la la Rehaan! Are you the one in our house today?" He smiled as he walked further in.

The mention of Rehaan caused a beautiful young lady, Riyya's age, to leap out of the kitchen. As their eyes met, he gave her a soft smile—he always viewed Ikram like Riyya. She shrieked, ran toward him, and hugged him tightly in excitement.

She nearly knocked him off balance; the way she leaned against his body made him step back as if to fall, and he had to steady himself to hold her, saying, "Ikram."

Mummy said, "You're going to knock him down, you know he's not well."

Ikram released him, held his hand, and said, "My favorite bro, how is your health? When I went to the hospital you didn't talk much to me, right before I traveled to Abuja." They walked together with her holding his hand until they sat down, and she sat right next to him, feeling as though she wanted to melt into his body out of love.

He looked over her face, blinking slowly, and asked, "What were you doing in Abuja?"

"I went for a wedding."

He tweaked her nose and said, "The wedding queen."

Mummy, smiling, asked, "So we only get greetings after you're done with each other?" He chuckled softly. At that moment, Daddy walked in and said, "Ah, Rehaan, right after recovering and you're already roaming?" He smiled and greeted Daddy. Daddy asked, "How's your health?"

"I feel much better."

"May Allah increase your health and protect you going forward."

"Ameen, Daddy."

Just then, Jafar's younger siblings came in, greeted everyone, and sat down before Daddy stepped out.

Mummy said, "Look, you came while Jafar is in the UK."

"I came for Mummy, not him."

She laughed and said, "Thank you so much, Rehaan. Ikram, bring him food to eat."

He didn't object; he hadn't eaten anything at Mamy's place anyway, and Mummy was like a mother to him.

Ikram stood up, filled a tray with food, and brought it over. She served him herself and handed it to him. He accepted it and said, "Thank you."

Mummy said, "Jafar told me you're going to Jeddah."

He nodded and said, "I have a contract, I'm going to finish it and come back."

"May Allah help you, Rehaan, may Allah continue to protect you."

"Ameen, Mummy."

"Riyya sent us money and said it was for shopping. Thank you, Rehaan, may Allah bless your life."

"Ameen," he answered softly while drinking water.

He chatted lightly with Mummy and Ikram until he finished eating. He sat for a short while longer, then stood up and said, "Mummy, I'm leaving."

Mummy said, "All right, Rehaan, greet Mamy for me." He answered, and they walked out, he and Ikram chatting.

She escorted him all the way to the car, holding his hand and refusing to let go as if he were about to run away. He looked at her and asked, "Ikram, how is school?"

She smiled and said, "Alhamdulillah."

"May Allah help you. Go back inside, I'm leaving."

Whining, she said, "I don't want you to leave, I'll come with you to Jeddah."

He smiled gently and said, "When you come, Ikram," letting go of her hand. As he was about to get into the car, Ikram called out, "Hamma Ray."

He turned back and looked at her as she looked at him, blinking her eyes and saying, "I love you."

He smiled and nodded without saying anything. Even though he was used to saying "I love you" to his siblings and parents, he sensed that Ikram's feelings weren't like Riyya's sibling love. From the way she said it, you could tell hers was different. Because he didn't want to cause any complications, he stayed silent.

Whining, she said, "You can't say you love me too?"

"I love you, is that enough?"

Joy flooded her heart, and she nodded happily, feeling as though no one else could utter the name Ikram and that phrase quite like him. Rehaan got into the car as she waved goodbye, driving out of the compound. She let out a sigh, feeling his perfume lingering on her clothes. Whenever he sat somewhere, his presence remained, let alone after she had hugged him.

She smiled, breathing in his scent, feeling his love sinking deeper into her heart—not the love of a brother and sister, but the love of lovers dreaming of marriage...

It looks like Mamy's choice has been found! 🤭🤣

Summary

The story revolves around Rehaan, a young man who struggles with a sense of detachment and lethargy whenever he visits his family home. After a brief encounter with his cold and scheming stepmother (Mama) and her conspiratorial alliance with his other stepmother (Umma)—both of whom harbor deep jealousy and bitterness regarding Rehaan's success and influence—Rehaan visits his ailing older brother, Salman.

Salman suffers from severe mental health issues, behaving like a toddler despite being older than most of his siblings. Deeply pained by Salman's deterioration and the family's neglect, Rehaan proposes taking Salman to Jeddah for specialized medical treatment. While family members like Daada (the grandmother), Abba (the father), and Baffa sympathize and support the idea, Umma aggressively rejects it out of pride, paranoia, and spite, viewing it as an insult and a power play by Rehaan. Mama secretly encourages Umma's resistance because she fears Salman recovering would give him and his mother a rightful share in the family estate.

Later, Rehaan visits Mummy (his maternal figure) and her family. There, he is warmly received, particularly by Ikram (Mummy's daughter), whose romantic feelings for Rehaan become increasingly apparent.

In a parallel sub-plot, a young woman named Islaha is abruptly abducted by masked bouncers in a van, screaming in terror as she is driven away to an undisclosed location.

Analytics & Description of Characters

• Rehaan: Compassionate, successful, and emotionally intelligent. Despite facing hostility and disrespect from his stepmothers, he retains deep empathy, particularly for his troubled brother Salman.
• Mama & Umma: The primary antagonists of the household dynamic. Driven by fierce jealousy, possessiveness, and status anxiety, they prioritize petty control and safeguarding inheritance rights over the actual health and well-being of Salman.
• Salman: An older brother afflicted with severe cognitive/mental regression. He is childlike in behavior, fiercely attached to Rehaan, and serves as the emotional anchor for the family's underlying conflicts.
• Ikram: Warm, affectionate, and deeply infatuated with Rehaan, seeing him not just as an older figure, but as a romantic interest.
• Daada & Abba: Traditional heads of the family who recognize the gravity of Salman's condition and initially support Rehaan's constructive intervention, though they are frequently hampered by Umma's obstinacy.
• Islaha: A secondary character introduced abruptly in a kidnapping cliffhanger, setting up an impending mystery.

Comments & Conclusions

• Thematic Depth: The narrative effectively explores themes of family politics, jealousy, and unconditional compassion versus pride and ignorance. Rehaan represents modern empathy and capability, while the stepmothers represent toxic household competition.
• Character Contrast: The stark contrast between Rehaan's gentle care for Salman and the stepmothers' weaponization of Salman's illness highlights the emotional rot within the polygamous household dynamic.
• Pacing & Plot Advancement: The chapter smoothly transitions from intense domestic drama to warm familial affection (at Mummy's house) before abruptly shifting gears into a suspenseful abduction thriller involving Islaha, keeping the reader engaged across multiple narrative threads.

Detailed Narrative Summary

This chapter unfolds across multiple settings, weaving deep domestic drama with sudden suspense.

• The Household Tension: The scene opens with Rehaan leaving Mamy’s quarters, feeling an unexplained heaviness and alienation within his family home. Outside, he encounters Mama and her friend, who openly express their bitter resentment toward Rehaan's rising social standing and independence. Their conversation reveals a toxic plot: Mama and Umma are actively threatened by Rehaan's success and are willing to sabotage him—and even block proper medical help for Salman—to ensure their own children maintain dominance over the family's resources and inheritance.
• Salman's Plight and Rehaan's Intervention: Rehaan witnesses his older brother Salman—a man physically mature and bearded, yet mentally regressed to a toddler—interacting with children and snatching candy. Moved by profound pity and familial love, Rehaan approaches the family elders (Abba, Baffa, and Daada) to propose taking Salman to Jeddah for advanced psychiatric treatment. While Daada and Abba are sympathetic, Umma fiercely rejects the offer out of wounded pride, paranoia, and spite, refusing to let her son be labeled "crazy" or accepting help from Rehaan, whom she accuses of showing off his wealth.
• Warmth and Romance at Mummy's House: Seeking solace, Rehaan visits Mummy's home, accompanied by Shams and Mansur. He is welcomed with immense joy. Here, the narrative highlights the deep, affectionate bond he shares with Mummy and her family, particularly Ikram. Ikram’s open adoration and declaration of love ("I love you") reveal her romantic feelings for him—feelings Rehaan acknowledges cautiously without discouraging her outright.
• The Abduction Cliffhanger: In a sharp tonal shift, the narrative cuts to a young woman named Islaha, who is suddenly ambushed and dragged into a van by aggressive, bouncer-like men. Despite her frantic screaming, beating on the tinted windows, and desperate pleas for help, she is blindfolded, subdued, and driven off to a mysterious, dark location.

Deep Analytics & Character Breakdown

1. Psychological Dynamics of the Household

• Polygamous Friction & Status Anxiety: The friction between Mamy’s faction and the stepmothers (Mama and Umma) is driven by anxiety over legacy and financial control. Mama's underlying motivation for denying Salman medical help is sinister: if Salman recovers, he becomes a legitimate competitor for their father’s wealth.
• Ignorance Versus Compassion: Umma’s refusal to seek medical help for Salman stems from a defensive stigma associated with psychiatric care. She conflates medical treatment with a permanent social indictment ("my son is not crazy"), prioritizing her ego over her son's healing. In contrast, Rehaan and Daada represent progressive compassion—recognizing that an illness requires intervention, regardless of social labels.

2. Character Profiles

• Rehaan: The moral compass of the story. Despite being alienated and targeted by malicious gossip, his first instinct is to heal and help others (Salman). He manages complex family politics with quiet resilience.
• Mama and Umma: Foil figures to Rehaan and Mamy. They embody petty jealousy, manipulation, and self-sabotage, weaponizing pride to their own detriment.
• Salman: A tragic figure who serves as the emotional fulcrum of the house. His pure, uncorrupted attachment to Rehaan highlights the emotional sterility of the adults around him.
• Ikram: Represents youthful innocence and heartfelt affection. Her dynamic with Rehaan introduces a sweet, romantic sub-plot that contrasts sharply with the malice of the older generation.
• Islaha: Introduced abruptly as a victim of a targeted kidnapping, injecting a high-stakes thriller element into the narrative and setting up a parallel mystery.

Extended Comments & Critical Conclusions

• Thematic Contrast (Light vs. Darkness): The author brilliantly contrasts the cold, venomous atmosphere of the main family compound with the warmth and genuine affection found at Mummy’s house. This emotional whiplash emphasizes Rehaan's internal struggle—he is drawn to environments that value him and repelled by environments plagued by malice.
• The Dual Narrative Structure: The sudden transition to Islaha’s abduction introduces an external mystery that broadens the scope of the novel beyond domestic drama. It hints that the wider world of the story holds dangerous conspiracies outside the household walls.
• Overall Conclusion: This chapter is a masterclass in emotional manipulation and character exposition. It successfully deepens the reader's empathy for Rehaan and Salman while solidifying the antagonists as genuinely formidable obstacles. The setup leaves multiple compelling hooks: Will Rehaan find a way to help Salman despite Umma's resistance? How will Ikram's feelings evolve? And who has abducted Islaha, and why?