"For heaven sake, stop wearing those navel flaunting clothes of yours." Barked Faima.
"Mom, this is the last thing I need before I leave home. Don't push me to get back at you. For all you know, this time around I may not come home at all."
That was enough for Faima to snap right back and for a few seconds she believed she didn't care.
"Get out! Right now. Out! and never show me your face again."
She didn't realize, she was the one who was getting pushed against the wall and made to do something she least desired.
Maneca stormed out, part happy, part astonished.

Faima was left crying, howling, but no one heard her. Not even her son. Her very own Maahid, the apple of her eye, the true reflection of her noble dead husband. The only one she had to love and to live with. He too was barely present, especially after the new wife.

Maahid and Faima were very close. Their hearts were connected to each other. They thought in one breath and lived under the same light. Maahid was different. He was much nicer once. Faima thought to herself. Those were the days when he loved that girl, that girl who always talked so sweetly and listened so alertly. That girl who took Faima as the center of the universe, Maahid, her moon and she was a celestial nymph. Oh! How wonderful it would have been, had Maahid married her. But she, she never spoke her mind and got packed off to neverland. And Maahid never proposed because Faima thought it was too soon. Faima remembered those days when Maahid was nursing a broken heart with whisky and marijuana. In no time did he find Pia. Pia, the girl who took over Maahid like he was possessed. Pia, who was like a Goddess, like fire, like magic. The woman who had lost her eyesight in a tragic accident when she was four and since then her other senses were hightened like nobody can imagine. So Maahid completely believed that sex with a blind woman would be like a dream and he must have gotten there very soon because ever since they got married, they hardly ever left the bed. The moaning and the panting was agonizing for Faima. They just wouldn't stop. Maneca was gone and it had been three whole days Maahid hadn't said a single word to his mother.