Recounting

Khadija

Ugh! Shadab! Shadab, Shadab, Shadab. What was I supposed to do about this son of mine?

After the Walima, I came home to find no trace of my daughter-in-law and the mother of my unborn grandchild. There was no sign of my son either and neither of them was receiving my calls. I knew something was hugely wrong. My son had messed up huge and I could feel it in my gut. I tried calling Ameena next. Thanks to Allah she had received. I was furious when she told me that Suhad was with them and she seemed low. She won't tell what happened and was not eating well either. She had confined herself to her room which was really unlike her.

I'd say.

My daughter was hurting and all because of my stupid, harebrained, juvenile son. I didn't know what had happened but I was going to find out.