I picked up my husband's mobile phone casually one day...
My intention wasn't to investigate, I just started scrolling out of habit.
I saw an account on Instagram, the name was: "Reehana-tul-Qalb"
And my husband's name was listed there: "Abd-e-Kam Bakht" 😏
When I opened the chats, there was less preaching and more poetry... Ghazals, pieces of the heart, prayers... and the conversation had reached the point where
"Can a Nikah be done online?"
Instead of screaming, crying, or breaking dishes, I chose silence
Because sometimes silence is the most dangerous weapon.
I created a fake account. Named it: "Ibn-ul-Qassab"
A beard on the DP, fury in the eyes, a Kalashnikov in the background
And in the bio it said, "We talk less, work more"
Two days later, I messaged my husband from the same ID
"Assalam-o-Alaikum
The Reehana-tul-Qalb you are in love with
Is my wife, and I am the person for whom the graveyard is just a simple residence"
Then I wrote his entire family tree, the last digits of his CNIC, office hours, and even his favorite tea.
In the end, I just said, "If your finger is seen on that account again, you won't even get to choose the person to lead your funeral prayers."
The next morning, my husband wasn't having breakfast. His face looked like he had seen the first glimpse of Judgment Day.
He picked up his mobile and deleted Facebook, Insta, TikTok, even Google Photos.
Then he looked at me with great innocence and said:
"Has the call to prayer for Isha been given or not...!!!"
`Transferred from the wall of an understanding sister`