Mrs Amina has been laid to rest. She had battled for her life for years; the time had finally come to surrender to cancer.
All eyes turn red as their beloved person leaves them forever.
As they walked towards Mrs Amina's home from the graveyard, Mr Bashir abruptly said, "Now it's time for me to get married again. I have prepared a list of women to choose from."
All eyes turned towards the man in shock.
"Your wife just passed away!"
"How can you even think about remarrying now?"
"We just buried her. We haven't even left the graveyard!"
All the relatives began questioning and criticizing Mr Bashir for his "heartless" statement.
"WHAT DO YOU EXPECT NOW? THAT I WILL LIVE ALONE??? I am in my late 70s, who will take care of me?" Mr Bashir screamed at the top of his lungs.
"You have a son. I will take care of you," said Mr Bashir's only son Faizan.
This infuriated the old man further and he screamed at his mourning son, "I NEED A WIFE. I have desires too! Your mother had to die and so will all of us, stop being so emotional."
Faizan was not in a state of mind to argue with his father. Abruptly, he raised his hand and slapped his father hard.
Everyone saw…
"You will pay for this," murmured Mr Bashir.
Six months later…
Faizan had gotten married in a simple ceremony and brought his newly wedded wife to his home.
It was an arranged marriage and Faizan was unwilling to talk to Zehnab before marriage. As a result, Zehnab had no idea what she was getting herself into.
Upon arrival at her new home, she was met with a dirty washroom, messy dining room, and a room filled with garbage - a stark contrast to the life she had known in her 25 years prior.
Her eyes filled with tears as she was unable to contemplate how she would survive there.
It took her no time to understand that she had been brought to a living hell. Mr Bashir's character didn't stay hidden from her for long.
Faizan on the other hand had long forgotten the event at his mother's funeral. He loved his father. Now, after the wedding, he had no idea how to take care of a wife who was constantly crying and frequently complaining about his father.
"He is just an old man. And he is a very good human. You need to stop complaining," he would tell his depressed wife.
And she would respond like: "No, he is crazy! He needs treatment or else he might end up doing something so horrible we won't get the chance to repair the situation."
Soon, Zehnab started staying at her parent's place more. If Faizan asked her to return, she would cry and throw tantrums.
Faizan was frustrated with his "childish" wife and kept a deaf ear to anything she would try to explain.
One year into their marriage, they learned Zehnab was pregnant.
Faizan was never happier in his life. His excitement even made Zehnab glow. She had not smiled in a long time!
Faizan was about to rush to tell his father the good news but Zehnab stopped him. As he became angry for hiding such big news, Zehnab tried to bring excuses like: "Let's wait for the baby's heartbeat!"
Unwillingly, he still complied with his wife.
It's been almost two months, Faizan has had enough! He couldn't hide the news any longer.
Excitedly, he went to his father and shared the good news while Zehnab was standing in a corner of the dining room, scared to death.
Mr Bashir stood up and quickly paced towards the dining area. He started throwing cutleries, vases, and whatever he could reach, screaming and cursing.
"You both are monsters. You let me stay alone while you get married and have children. Shame on you! THE CHILD WILL ROT IN HELL AND SO WILL BOTH OF YOU!"
He kept abusing them and his late wife and Zehnab's parents, cursing them while breaking whatever he could reach.
Standing in a corner, Zehnab was crying in fear, anger, and disgust.
Faizan didn't utter a word. He walked to the kitchen to bring a mop to clean the mess.
In the meantime, Mr Bashir rushed towards Zainab, held her tightly by the neck, and smashed her on the floor, her stomach hitting the tiles.
She screamed for the last time in her life. The baby was gone, and so was Zainab.
Zainab was immediately rushed to the hospital where doctors pronounced her dead. Faizan had lost his mother, now he had lost his wife and child as well.
Holding her limp hand he looked up to see his father standing across the cabin.
Mr Bashir had a wide smile across his face and his heart was filled with joy - the joy of victory. He has successfully taken his revenge for the slap.
