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Hania

While Hamza kept tossing and turning that night worried about Daniyal Uncle, I was worried about Mama's anger. 

"Hamza?" I whispered in the darkness. "Relax. In Sha Allah, nothing will go wrong." I knew that I had to calm him down first because in this case, his worry was bigger. At least Papa was there to talk things over with Mama, but things could go seriously wrong for my father-in-law.

"Han, I don't want to wake up and hear that my mother has ended up destroying everything that my Papa has worked for." I felt his hand on my upper arm, as I lay facing him.

"Have faith in Allah." I moved closer to him, snuggling up against him. He held me tightly, as if seeking comfort in me.

"How can a mother do this, Han?" There was so much pain in his voice that tears filled my eyes.

"Hamza, I think she's extremely unfortunate to not appreciate a son like you." I put my hand against his cheek and felt wetness on there. That broke my heart even further. "Let's focus on Daniyal Uncle, Hamza. Think about how much he loves you. He wouldn't want you to put yourself through so much pain for his sake."

He kissed my forehead, and we held each other in silence until I heard his breathing even out.

****

Jasmina

The next morning, Fawad had to go into work, and I was just finishing clearing up after breakfast when my phone started ringing. I glanced at the caller ID and saw that it was a phone call from Fariha.

"Assalam Alaikum, Fariha. How are you?" I asked. "How's the family?" 

"Alhumdulillah, everything is great. How is everything there?" 

"Alhumdulillah, we're all okay." Health wise. Physical health wise, I should add.

"Is Ammi doing okay there?" She asked. "I know she was very happy yesterday because of her beloved's birthday, Ma Sha Allah." She laughed. "But, is everything okay with her in general?" 

"Yes, she's fine. Alhumdulillah. She was initially hesitant to be out of Lahore, as you know, but now she's adjusting well. She has started to form a bond with Iman as well, plus seeing Fawad every day makes things much easier for her after Papa's death." I leaned against the kitchen counter as I spoke to my Nand.

"Okay, well, just let Bhai know that Zafar went to Papa's grave and everything was okay there. Bhai was worried because there was news about vandalism in various cemeteries across the city, but it was fine in the cemetery where Papa is..." Her voice trembled a little. She was still finding it hard to say those words because she was finding it hard to believe that he was gone. I knew that feeling very, very well, and it broke my heart hearing a familiar pain in her voice. "I couldn't get through to Bhai, so just let him know."

"I will. Fawad is at work for an emergency." 

"Bhabi..." Now she sounded hesitant. "There actually was something else."

"What is it?" It was weird to hear Fariha being hesitant speaking to me. I had known her my whole life, so we basically had a lifetime friendship. It wasn't as close as Fawad and Arhaan Bhai because we had a three-years age gap, but we still got along very well. And especially since I married Fawad, Fariha and I had gotten closer, and now Zoya Bhabi and Nazia Bhabi were a part of our friends group as well.

"The staff at our family home called today. A woman had stopped by and left her contact details, so I called her." She said. "Apparently, she was enquiring about a rishta for Iman." 

"A rishta for Iman? Our Iman?" I was in shock.

"Yes, our Iman. I told her that I would speak to Iman's parents, because I legit had no idea that you both were looking for a..."

"We aren't, Fariha." I sighed. "But I have a feeling that I know what this is about." 

"Agar agar woh dobara phone karain to main kya kahon unko?" She asked.

*"And if she calls again, what do I tell them?"

"Seedhi saadhi tarhan mana kardo. Jab humne shaadi karni hogi Mani ki, hum aap sab se mashwara karain ge, jis tarhan Hania ke waqt maine aur Fawad ne aap sab se poocha tha." I told her. 

*"Simply refuse them. When we want to get Mani married, we will ask you all for your opinions and advice, the way Fawad and I did when it was Hania's turn."

I paused. I wondered if I should ask Fariha to ask Zafar Bhai to look into the family. Not because I would ever consider marrying my Mani off into a clearly dysfunctional family, because I wanted to know exactly how much Fawad and I needed to worry about them. However, I wanted to discuss this with my husband before I take this step.  "Khair chodain is baat ko, Fariha. Aap sunayain. Bache kaise hain? Omar ko to shaadi ka intezaar hoga na." I smiled at the thought of the amazing boy who was the pride of everyone, including his Mamu and Mumani. 

*"Anyway, leave this, Fariha. You told me. How are the kids? Omar must be eagerly awaiting the wedding, right?" 

"Bhabi, kya bataon? Mujhe to yakeen hi nahin ho raha ke mere Omar ki bhi biwi aayegi, In Sha Allah. Saad ne to jald baazi main apna Nikah khud karwaliya, laikin Omar ke waqt maine koi kasar nahin chodhni. Jitni hamare bas main hoga, hum karainge."

*"Bhabi, what do I tell you? I can't believe that my Omar's wife will be coming soon as well, In Sha Allah. Saad got married hastily himself, but when it comes to Omar, I will make the best arrangements [roughly translated]. Within our limits, I will do the best that we can." 

"In Sha Allah. Aur main aur Fawad jo bhi kar sakte hain, humain zaroor batana, hum kareinge." I told her.

*"In Sha Allah. And tell us if you need me and Fawad to do something, we'll do it." 

"Bus aajana aap sab. Aapko to pata hai na ke Omar kitna attached hai apne Mamu se." 

*"Just come all of you. You know how attached Omar is to his Mamu."

"In Sha Allah. Fawad was going to speak to the hospital management about leave, let's just hope he gets it, In Sha Allah." 

"In Sha Allah." 

We spoke for a while, about casual things, about everything. When Fariha and I got talking we could barely stop, and our husbands always teased us for that. I loved having such a relation with my Nand though. It was very rare, and I guess the fact that I'd known her my whole life had helped make our relationship stronger and more positive.

But after we'd ended the call, I was back to thinking about the drama that had occurred. My Iman had been used, and things could have seriously gone wrong last night with her if Arhaan Bhai hadn't been there. I know that ultimately Hani and Hamza were there, but just a mere confrontation with that filthy-minded boy had shaken my baby to the core. 

As a mother, I began to wonder if we'd made a mistake in getting Hania married to Hamza. Was he truly the right one for her?

****

Hamza

"Hamza, you can be an idiot." Papa looked at me.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, clearing my throat. We were sat in Papa's office, with Fawad Uncle beside me and Papa seated on his chair behind the desk.

"You should have come straight to me." Papa continued. "I have people, powerful people, to fix nonsense like this. This isn't the first time your mother has tried something like this. And the CEO of the company we are dealing with knows me for years."

Uncle looked at me amused. "And, this, is why you can go to your parents no matter how old you are. Kids these days, trying to fix all messes themselves."

Papa laughed. "I can't agree more, Fawad."

I was relieved. Thank you, Allah. If this is sorted, then Iman is safe as well.

"And next time you involve an innocent girl, I will twist your ear." Papa warned me. "You had no right to use Iman like that. It's an act of a coward to get yourself out of difficult situations by using an innocent girl. Coming to me would have been a better option."

Papa had already spoken to the CEO of the company to make him aware of the situation, and now if there was going to be any leaks, it wouldn't be any issues because they were going to change the whole deal with the help of seriously dedicated lawyers.

"Unfortunately my ex-wife has a lot of bitterness and resentment." Papa told Uncle, sighing. "She resorts to seriously low acts to try and get money from us, but our lawyers are smart. If Hamza had come straight to me, they would have dealt with her in a smooth manner." He looked at me. "I'm telling you this in the presence of your father-in-law. Grow up, turn more responsible. You're a husband now, close to thirty. You should not be behaving like a sixteen-year-old who doesn't know better." 

I nodded, before turning to Uncle. "Is Aunty still really angry at me?" 

"Do you blame her if she is?" Papa spoke up before Uncle could reply. "You used her daughter to protect my business. Do you realise how awful that sounds?" 

"I know that you were in a difficult situation, Hamza." Uncle put a hand on my shoulders. "But Jasmina isn't wrong either. If you feel like you are in a difficult situation, you need to turn to more experienced people rather than surrendering in the face of duress. It won't make you less manly, or it won't hurt your pride, to ask your father or even us for help. It would simply be the right thing to do." 

"I know, Uncle." I sighed. Why do I keep messing up?

****

Suhaila

**RARE CHANCE TO READ HAMZA'S MOTHER'S POINT OF VIEW**

ONCE AGAIN, it's a reminder that technically while characters are Muslim in these characters, some may do acts that go against the law of Islam. I'm not promoting such acts in any way, just showing the reality for some. 

Having Hamza had ruined my life. 

I could have been famous, having my own film career, but instead I am left broken, alone and poor. 

Yes, I had Richard, but I cannot ignore the fact that he comes home smelling of another woman's perfume every single day. I cannot ignore how he's always on the phone, messaging or calling, and he always walk away when it's a phone call. 

But now I know that Hamza had married into a wealthy family, I only saw Snowflake and her little sister as golden geese, my ticket to a better life. I could scrounge money from Hamza's in-laws, by using my own son to do so.

Currently I was staying in a small low-budget hotel by some motorway services, and I was lying back in bed, holding a bottle of beer*

*Drinking alcohol is, was and will always be haram in Islam. There are no exceptions under any circumstances.*

There was a knock on the door. 

I groaned and got up. If it's that bratty son of mine, I'll smash this bottle on his head. 

I opened the door and squinted in the bright light. I could smell the alcohol on myself and I wrinkled my nose in disgust. As my eyes adjusted to the daylight, they widened.

Standing in front of me were two Metropolitan Police officers. 

"Mrs Suhaila Richard, we have enough evidence to arrest you for blackmailing Mr Daniyal Muneeb and his son Hamza Daniyal." The policewoman spoke firmly.

"W-What? What evidence?" My words slurred, an effect of drinking.

"We have CCTV footage available with audio that clearly shows you blackmailing Mr Hamza Daniyal regarding his father's business deals." 

F**k! So now my own son has gotten me arrested!

****

Jasmina

"So, his mother has been arrested. Blackmail is punishable by up to fourteen years in prison under the UK law." Fawad was telling me over dinner.

"Great." I muttered, absent-mindedly.

Iman had eaten with Ammi earlier, and they were both in their rooms. Fawad had come home later, and I had waited to have dinner with him. Bhai had also gone up to pray Isha.

"Mina, you still haven't let go of the anger, have you?" He asked, wearily.

"We'll discuss this tomorrow. Have dinner, and then relax. You've had a long day." I looked at him, forcing a smile onto my face. 

"Why aren't you as mad at Hania? She had more of a right to stop that boy from coming in here, but she didn't. Why didn't she stand her ground?" He pointed out. "Or are you just more forgiving because she's our daughter?" 

"Of course, I'm more forgiving because she's our daughter! I know her! She was just respecting what her husband told her!  She trusted him to be able to take care of Mani as well." I took a deep, calming breath. "Jaan, please eat. I don't want us to argue over food." 

"He's young, he made a poor judgement but his intentions weren't bad." He tried to explain again. "We've all done idiotic things in our lives, even at a relatively older age, but as adults it's our duty to explain things to the kids and bring them to the right path, chahe woh apna Damad hi kyun na ho."

*"...even if it's our son-in-law."

"He's pushing thirty, Fawad!" My voice rose of its own accord. "At that age, you..."

"Mina, don't go there." He looked at me, his jaw clenched. "You keep telling Hania not to compare, so why are you doing the same yourself? We're all different people, and we shouldn't be compared. Hamza is a good person, I see that now. But considering how his mother has clearly treating him, we need to cut him some slack. He's improving, he's repenting and he genuinely cares about our Hani. That's enough." 

"Do you not care?" I asked. "Something terrible could have happened to Iman, and you're not reacting correctly." 

"You think that I don't care about my own daughter?" He asked. "I'm just dealing with the situation logically." 

"And I'm not?" I stood up. "Well, sorry if I can't be forgiving when I see my daughter screaming and crying and shaking after a terrible nightmare based on her experiences. Iman has already faced a similar situation, and now this happened in our home, because of Hamza's carelessness, Fawad! How is our daughter meant to feel safe in her own parents' home now?" 

"What do you want me to do? Curse Hamza? Slap him? He was being blackmailed by his mother! Do you not realise how awful that must have been for him? Go back to our time, Mina. My mother basically asked me not to return home because I was supporting you. She put me in such a horrid situation, but your parents always supported me. I was a doctor in my early thirties, and it was a terrible situation for me. Hamza is younger, and he's just basically starting out in life, plus consider his treatment by his own mother. You need to show some empathy." 

I turned away from him, crossing my arms over his chest.

"Fine. You don't trust Hamza. Fair enough. Do you trust me?" He asked, quietly.

I looked at him. "Yeh kaisa sawal hai? Aap se zayada main sirf Allah pe bharosa rakhti hoon, aur kisi pe nahin." 

*"What kind of a question is that? I only trust Allah more than you, and nobody else."

"Hamza is a good person. He needs our support, and we will support him. Even in our twenties, we've all done things that we're not proud of, but our parents supported us.

I thought about it. Fawad almost gave up his dream career in his early twenties (Bhai was the one who guided him then). I called off my wedding to Fawad. Ahad Bhai married Aliya, beat up Bhai and Fawad and decided to marry Fariha before calling it off on the eve of their Nikah. Fariha, at nineteen had married a man against her family's wishes (Umair). I couldn't think of anything for Arhaan Bhai, Zoya Bhabi, Nazia Bhabi and Zafar Bhai.

"Maa ho tum, Mina. Tumhare zara se ghuse se Hani aur Mani pareshan ho jaati hain. Socho Hamza ko kaisa lagta hoga ke uski apni Maa uske saath kaise paish aarahi hai." His voice was low and gentle now.

*"You are a mother, Mina. Even the slightest of your anger upsets Hani and Mani. Think how Hamza must feel about his own mother's behaviour with him."

I sat back down, melting. It made me think of when Ammi had angrily called Fawad a 'joru ka ghulam' when he kept supporting me. I'd seen the look of hurt on his face, even though he hadn't backtalked to his mother, or expressed his hurt verbally.

*Joru ka ghulam: Henpecked husband, meant to be offensive/insulting.

I knew that my mother-in-law would never, ever intentionally hurt her beloved son, but Hamza's mother's intentions were clear to everyone. Hamza must really feel awful, and why shouldn't he? A mother should not be cursing her child's existence, or behaving in such manner!

"Okay, one final time, and only out of respect for you." I looked at my husband. "But I will not tolerate anything against my daughters ever again, and if Hamza messes up regarding our daughters one more time, he's going to have to have to answer to me." 

"Fair enough." He nodded. "Mina?" 

"Hmm?" I began to clear up the things on the table.

"Meri birthday waali celebrations baaki hain abhi." He was in a mischievous mood now. "Wohi, jo humne akele main karni theen."

*"My birthday celebrations are still remaining."

"The ones we were meant to do privately."

He came over to me and I turned to face him, pretending to think. "Aaj mood nahin hai."

*"I'm not in the mood today."

"Okay, fine. Maybe another night." He shrugged and began to turn away.

"Wait, what? Itni jaldi har maanli?" I asked, too quickly.

*"You've given up so quickly."

He gave me a cheeky grin, meaning that he had caught onto my act and was just teasing me.

"Fawad!" I lightly slapped his chest, causing him to laugh as he took me in his arms.

****

Hania

"It's snowing!" I said, happily, pressing my face against the window of our bedroom.

Snow in London was unpredictable. Sometimes we could have 'The Big Freeze', where it snowed for days, albeit in small amounts (nothing compared to Canada), other times we rarely saw any snow during the whole winter.

Snow makes me really happy.The world feels like a more beautiful place when it's covered with snow,although Subhan Allah, Allah has created every season equallybeautifully.

Hamza and I were both happy right now, Alhumdulillah. His mother had been arrested, while my mother had just called us to reassure us that she had let go of her anger against Hamza.

Hamza walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. "If you love snow so much, I'll take you to a mountain resort sometimes this winter." 

I began to imagine me and Hamza at such a place, drinking hot chocolate together as we watched the snow, sitting by a roaring fireplace and cuddling up together. I imagined walking through thick snow, and pelting him with snowballs. I imagined laughing hard with him so that we both ended up falling back into the snow together, where he and I would kiss. I imagined snuggling up in bed at night, where things got extra romantic...

Ya Allah! Hania, when did you get so cheeky?

"I would love that." I smiled, breathing against the glass and causing it to steam up. I then wrote the letter 'H' on it. 

"I'll be right back." He kissed my neck and headed out of the room. 

I got into bed, silenced my phone for the night and pulled up my hair into a ponytail.

Hamza returned, holding a tray of hot drinks and sandwiches. "I don't know about you, but I'm hungry." 

Seeing the tuna cucumber sandwiches, my stomach confirmed his comment with a growl, making him smile.

We talked for a while, while eating our meal and sipping our drinks. After the meal, we put on Home Alone, a classic film during the Christmas season. 

"That kid is smart." Hamza whispered. "We need to make sure our kid turns out that way."

I blushed as I cuddled up against him. That was one topic that we hadn't discussed yet. Kids.

"But, no mini-Hamzas or Hanias anytime soon, right?" He solved the problem for me without me even saying a word. "I want us to live an adventure before we become Mama and Papa, In Sha Allah." 

"I agree." I looked up at him. "I'm still only twenty-one. I want to be a bit more confident in myself before I...we..."

He kissed the side of my head. "You're adorable, my wife. You can't even say it yet."

"Hamza?"

"Hmm?" 

"Are you okay?" I looked at him, placing my hand over his. "I know that what happened with your mother must not be easy for you." 

"Thank you for being so concerned, Han, but seriously, nothing that she does matters anymore. I have stop caring about the way she treats me a long time ago. Now, whenever she does something awful, I feel even more grateful that I had Papa at least. If he hadn't been there for me, I don't know what would have become of me. The terrible things in life help you appreciate the good things." 

I kissed his cheek. "Well, if you ever want to talk, even about your mother, I'm here." 

"I know, cutie." He kissed the tip of my nose. "And trust me, I am really grateful to have you in my life." 

I snuggled up closer to him and we watched the film silently in a while. I smiled at a memory as Kevin attempted to protect his home in the film. "Mani tried to get creative once, when Papa was on a night shift. She wanted to protect the house like Kevin after she had watched the film."

He winced. "Oh, s**t. That must have worked out well, huh?"

"Mama's a big fan of ice cream, so she always keeps chocolate sauce which she loves pouring over vanilla ice cream. Mani found the bottle of the sauce, and squeezed it out by the back door, making the floor all slippery. She said it was too trip up any burglars." I giggled. "Mama was not very happy when she caught her." 

"How has your sister not been sent to military school or something?" He looked amused.

I giggled again.

"Iman is dangerous. I'm not kidding." Hamza muttered.

"She's our baby, and we all adore her so much." I sighed. "I'm so glad she's starting to realise  that." 

"It's good that she does. I know how it feels to lack parental love and care, at least from a mother, and Iman certainly doesn't lack it, not even close." 

"Yeah, sometimes it's easy to take things that we have for granted, including family." I nodded. 

As we watched the film, I remembered something that had occurred to me briefly a while back. I sat up, staring at him face-to-face. "Hamza, if you don't mind, I would like to write an article for your e-zine about Istanbul. I want to go wherever you go, and write articles about different places, as you take photos."

"My e-zine is your e-zine, so you can do whatever you like, Mrs Hania Hamza. But where did you get that idea from?" 

I sighed. "I want to do something that I love, and words come naturally to me. And I want to focus on something productive with my time." 

MATURE SCENES AHEAD

"That sounds great. You're so incredibly talented at writing, from what I've seen from the little glimpses that you've shown me." He whispered, pulling me onto his lap so that I was straddling him.

She looked at me thoughtfully, before leaning forward and gently biting my lower lip. "Do you know how incredibly hot you are?" 

"Who are you and what have you done to my Hania?" He looked surprised by my boldness.

"Maybe your Hania is beginning to feel completely confident around you, Mr Hamza Daniyal." I leaned closer and kissed his neck.

"Damn, you're cheeky, sweetheart." He put his hands on my waist, just as I started placing kissing along his jawline.

"I think... you look better with your shirt off." I whispered, seductively. What has come over me? How am I being so bold?

The fact was that seeing Hamza so protective of Iman, like she was his own little sister, and him struggling so much to try and protect everyone that he loved and cared about, made me love him even more. And I wanted to express that love.

"I love this side of you, Han." He kissed the tip of my nose. "Actually, I love every side of you, but this one is so bloody s*xy."

I never, ever, ever thought that anyone would ever refer to me as s*xy, not even my own husband.

He pulled his shirt off, revealing his amazing torso to me. "Whatever makes my Hania happy."

I traced my hands over his biceps, his chest and his stomach, in awe. "You are so muscular, Ma Sha Allah." 

Seriously, Hania? 'You're so muscular?!' What am I, sixteen?

He chuckled, his gaze on my face, as I looked at him without any shyness. Okay, that's a lie, there was some inherent Hania Shyness, but I seriously was getting more and more confident around Hamza.

He was my husband, my Hamza.

Usually he made the first move, but this time I wanted to show him how much I loved him.

I put my hands against his cheeks and kissed him, softly and deeply.

As he pulled my sweater off, his hands felt cold against my bare skin, but as he began to kiss me on various areas of my torso, warmth seemed to instantly spread all over, making me forget that it was freezing cold outside. I tangled my hands in his hair, the smell of his shampoo, cologne and mint chewing gum (for some reason!) was like a drug that enhanced my senses and made me want more. I was addicted to him, and I wanted him more and more with each passing moment.

We spent the next few hours showing our complete love for each other.

No matter what came our way now, we would face it together. In Sha Allah.

****

Iman

"Iman?" 

"Yes, Papa?" I had come downstairs the next morning and had decided to go for a walk, wearing my earphones. Fresh air was refreshing for the mind as well, and I had decided that constantly staying inside was not just unhealthy for the body physically, but also for the mind. 

Okay, confession time, I didn't decide that. Mama basically ordered me to get my backside off my bed and go out for a walk.

"Come in here for a minute, please." He called me into the kitchen, where he and Mama were. He was ready for work, for another long shift. 

I headed in and they both were leaning back against the counter, facing me like I was facing a panel for a talent show or something. "What did I do now, parents?" 

They exchanged a look. 

"Your mother and I have come up with a plan for you, and we need you to hear us out." Papa began. "I've fixed up weekly appointments for a renowned female counsellor, which would be really beneficial for you."

"Okay." I nodded. I agreed with that. I knew that I needed help.

"Secondly, you need to spend at least one day during the week completely dedicated to family. Even if I'm not here, you can spend some quality bonding time with Mama." He continued. "You need to make efforts, as do we, to solve any complaints that you might have from us regarding negligence or overlooking you." 

"Okay." 

"And Iman, most importantly, we are again going to tell you the importance of prayer. It is the best form of therapy for us, and you'll see how it will soothe your mind and soul. We've repeatedly told you this, and we'll keep telling you because it's our duty as your parents. Prayer can help you get through the darkest of times, meri jaan." Mama added.

"You're right." Again, I agreed.

"Try our suggestions, and you'll see how things seem and feel better for you." Papa said. "And, always remember, no matter how bad or awful you feel, you can always turn to me and Mama. We're here for you, and as long as we're alive, we'll always be here for you." 

My eyes filled up and I rushed over to hug them both, wrapping my arms around them. "Thank you, Mama and Papa. I'm sorry for my behaviour so far. I love you both more than I can even tell you." 

"Love you too, Mani." They both said in unison.

As I hugged Mama, I felt a huge wave of sympathy for Hamza Bhai. It must be beyond terrible not to have a mother's love. Our Mama was our whole world, and I couldn't even imagine a world without her. I couldn't even think about how bleak our childhood would have been had she not been in our life, or had she been like Hamza Bhai's mother. 

No wonder we've always been told to always look at the people who have it worse off than us, rather than to compare our lives with people who supposedly have it better. 

I pulled back and looked at my mother, who looked almost confused at the way I was staring at her, with tears streaming down my face. "You know what, Mama? You're my biggest role model." 

****

Jasmina

After a lifetime of feeling like I was inferior compared to the others in my family, especially the other females, Iman's words made me feel like the most successful person on the planet. 

Hania was basically like me anyway, but Iman had so many role models in our whole family, as an aspiring doctor, and for her to say that I was her biggest role model was a beautiful feeling. 

It may not seem like a big deal, but for a mother it's an incredible thing. I hugged Iman so tightly, that she protested and laughed. I met Fawad's gaze over her shoulder and we exchange a smile. 

He looked as proud as I felt right now. 

Unwittingly, Iman had made me suddenly feel like an incredible mother, which caused me to miss my own mother, my own female role model.

"I love you so much, Mani." I whispered, kissing her cheek. 

****

After a lifetime of insecurities, Iman's words greatly boosted Mina's self-confidence.

This chapter highlighted the difference between the two mothers, therefore explaining a bit more why Hamza ended up the way he was.

Parents have disagreement regarding kids, and for now Fawad and Mina have sorted it out, but will it get worse? Would something else cause deeper rifts?

What do you think of FawMina's plan for Iman?

Next, prepare for a double-wedding in the extended family! 

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