I'll never forgive or forget what my friend, Yãseer, did to my sister, whom I allowed to marry him. With rage in my eyes and obvious pain in my voice, I said to him when he came to apologize at my house.
"I gave you my sister, even though she's the closest person and family to me. But after marriage, you turned her against me, until she could no longer see me as her brother but as an enemy."
He responded:
"She's my wife. I did it for her good. I did it to protect her."
This further infuriated me, making my whole body vibrate with rage as I spoke.
"You poisoned Hameedah's heart with your hatred and made sure she had no access to any of us. You used the same wickedness to take over her share of our late father's inheritance. In your wickedness, you even made sure I was arrested and accused me of things I never did. What exactly was my offense, Yãseer?"
He remained silent as I continued to stare at the wall bracket in the room.
"I did that because it was the only way to keep you safe from the dangers around."
"Shut it, please," I barked. "And was that the reason why you couldn't let it be after we decided to drop the case against you when you didn't allow us to meet our sister? You made her resign from her practice as a medical doctor on the grounds that she should stay at home, which I wasn't against back then. You're wicked," I said.
"Bro... You can't blame me. That was the only way to ensure she was safe and taken care of. And, by the way, she's my wife, and I have the right to do as I wish without external interference."
"Do as you wish? Are you crazy? The sister you promised to take care of before I could agree to give her to you? Wait... Do men really change this quickly?" I asked, forgetting that I'm a guy.
"Well, that's not even the point. The new wife you married, what happened? Why did you wreck her life?" I continued, without giving him the room to respond to my previous talks.
"I don't like her. Definitely not my type," he said.
"Yãseeeeeeeerrrr!!!! OMG!!! Not your type?? I now understand where the emotional suffering came from. Right from the very first day, you set your eyes on her. You hated her family. She is not in the right class, she's not full enough. She's this. She's that. Are you cursed?"
"Don't blame me, please. She's too timid, and I only wanted her to be her own woman. I wanted her to stand up for herself without getting too scared. I wanted the best for her, but unfortunately, she's too dense," Yãseer said.
That is not an excuse for the beating and all that you did to her, Yãseer. Thank God my sister left your home for Qatar."
"I'll still take your sister back," he said.
"On colors?" I asked, with a mild smile.
"I told you that she called me begging. I told you that she was wailing for me. You'll see. I told you that she still wanted me and the kids together in spite of all you think I have done to her."
"Look, my Yãseer, what is done is done."
"Bro, what is done is not done, please. I need your approval."
"Yãseer... No!"
"But I have said I am sorry," he huffed.
With tears in my eyes and my voice loaded with grief, I said, "Perhaps your sorry will bring my sister, Hameedah, back from mental illness?"
He opened his mouth in shock, not knowing what to say, but I quickly added, "And maybe from death because she died this morning."