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Chapter 68 -

'Zamin'

I stood behind the bars of the holding cell, feeling the chill seep into my bones, exhaustion heavy on my shoulders. Regret gnawed at me as I watched my wife converse with the police. I knew that once released, I would inevitably revert to the monstrous persona I had become inside. This is why Allah warns against loving someone with such intensity, unless that love is solely for Him.

My mind felt unhinged, unable to find clarity or focus. The pain had done its job well, stripping away my sense of self. With a resigned nod, I gestured towards the rehab facility down the road and walked in, determined to confront the demons I had evaded since childhood. A wounded, broken part of me could no longer be ignored, a legacy left by my late father.