Posted:
Asad Ahmed Khan looked out of his bedroom window. He stared at the bright blue sky, that hid the emerging morning sun. In the distant, he could hear the faint tweeting of the birds, and the soft buzz of people walking through the market. He closed his eyes and sensed everything, the cold air hitting his skin. He opened and looked out again, and noticed a young woman running through the roads. He watched as she looked back, a slight distress on her face. He watched her as she nearly slipped, and regained herself back up before running ahead. She wore a long black shawl to cover herself but as she fell, Asad saw the red lengha that she was wearing. He frowned.
"How can someone leave their Nikah like that?" He rolled his eyes and moved away from the window, annoyed at the views of people in this day and age.
He was not the typical man. Asad was calm and collected when he needed to be, but he was also quite traditional. For him, there was no such thing as love. It was an alien thought. He disliked people who went against their cultures, their traditions. He was not a rule breaker, merely a rule follower, and he was quite proud of himself and his upbringing.
"Asad, beta. Come down, breakfast is ready." His mother, Dilshad called out.
"Coming, Ammi!" He walked out, fixing the collar of his white shirt. He sat down next to his sister, Nazma and ate his bread. This was his family: him, his sister and his mother.
He had a father - once.
A father who left him for the sake of another woman. He despised his father, to the point where he hadn't seen him for the last 17 years. After all, who would ever want to have a relationship with the father who had cheated on his wife whilst being married? Not Asad. He didn't care whether it was acceptable in Islam, for a man to have four wives at once, he didn't care that his father still wished to have contact with him. Rashid, his father had cheated on him, on them all and Asad could never and will never forget that.
Arjun
127