<p>Description For </p><p>MAR'ADAMS BOOK 2 COMPLETE </p><p> </p><p>Adam's thoughts continued to swirl as he searched desperately for a way out. He needed to bring change and relief into his life. If that was the case, he reasoned, he had to figure out what to do before his mother made a drastic decision regarding Maryam. Standing abruptly, he shoved his hands deep into his pockets and began pacing his room. Speaking to himself, he said, “Adam, you must find a solution. But what should I do? Where can I go? Should I move to another country or retreat to one of my houses and continue my life alone?”</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>He bit his lip as he pondered. Suddenly, he sat back on the bed, exhaling heavily, as if exhausted by his own thoughts. His moment of solitude was interrupted by the feel of his mother's hand gently resting on his head.</p><p>Adam let out a sharp breath and looked at her silently.</p><p>"Enough thinking for now. Get up and pray," she said softly, placing a flask of tea beside him before leaving for Maghrib prayer.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>—</p><p>Meanwhile, Maryam was consumed with worry, realizing that Adam truly did not love her. The situation was clear—his attitude was not just toward her but also extended to her mother. When her mother, Umma, had confided in Faiza about Adam's behavior, Faiza had not hidden the truth. She told Maryam everything, even in tears:</p><p>“Maryam, I didn’t feel good about what Adam did to your mother in public. Whatever issues he has with you should remain between you two. What did Umma do to deserve such humiliation?”</p><p>Faiza's words left Maryam in even more distress. She locked herself in her room, refusing to come out for two days. She cried endlessly, barely stepping out even to pray.</p><p>When Mami knocked on her door and called her name repeatedly, Maryam didn’t respond. Mami tried calling her phone, but Maryam refused to pick up. Eventually, she turned off her phone completely.</p><p>Consumed by overwhelming emotions, Maryam sobbed, expressing her heartbreak. "Wallahi, Mami, I truly love Adam," she cried to herself. “I can’t imagine my life without him.”</p><p>When Mami finally managed to open the door and saw Maryam's tear-streaked face, she rushed to her, pulling her into a comforting embrace.</p><p>“What’s wrong, Maryam? What happened?” Mami asked, her voice laced with concern.</p><p>Maryam hesitated before blurting out, “It’s Adam, Mami. It’s Adam!”</p><p>Mami’s heart sank. Softly, she asked, “What did Adam do to you?”</p><p>Through sobs, Maryam recounted everything. Mami listened quietly, her expression a mix of sadness and resolve. When Maryam finished, Mami placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder and said, “Adam was wrong, but you must be patient. Pray for him. That’s the only way forward.”</p><p>Maryam nodded silently, though tears continued to stream down her face. Mami continued, "This isn’t the time to withdraw from him. You need to stay close to him, show him love and care, and trust that Allah will soften his heart. I will also speak to Umma and apologize on Adam’s behalf. And I’ll make sure Adam calls her to apologize himself. But you, my dear, must not give up on him.”</p><p>Maryam felt a faint sense of hope at Mami's words. She wiped her tears, determined to hold onto the possibility that Adam might change.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>—</p><p>After Mami left, Maryam took a bath and dressed in a yellow atampa with green floral designs. Wrapping her veil around her head, she stepped into the living room for breakfast. She then picked up her phone and dialed her mother’s number. Thankfully, Umma picked up after one ring.</p><p>“Maryam, what’s wrong with your voice? Are you unwell?” Umma asked with concern.</p><p>“I’m fine, Umma. Just a little under the weather. I didn’t sleep well last night,” Maryam replied softly.</p><p>“May Allah grant you relief. Did you take any medicine?”</p><p>"Yes, I did," Maryam lied to reassure her mother.</p><p>The line went quiet for a moment before Maryam hesitantly spoke again. "Umma, please forgive Adam for what happened.”</p><p>"Forgive him?" Umma’s voice rose in disbelief. “Maryam, I didn’t know your husband was such a rude and disrespectful man until he humiliated me in public. If he thinks his wealth gives him the right to trample on others, he’s mistaken. I will not tolerate such behavior!”</p><p>"Umma, please," Maryam begged. “Mami said Adam would call to apologize to you.”</p><p>“Adam? Apologize? Wallahi, I know he won’t. The disdain I saw in his eyes that day… he won’t do it.”</p><p>Maryam sighed, her heart heavy. “Just wait, Umma. He will call, I promise.”</p><p>"We’ll see," Umma replied, though her tone was skeptical. “But let me tell you this: if Adam continues this way, this marriage won’t last. I won’t let my daughter suffer in silence.”</p><p>The call ended, leaving Maryam feeling more conflicted than ever. Despite everything, her love for Adam burned stronger, deeply embedded in her heart.</p><p> </p><p>—</p><p>Later that day, Diyana entered Maryam’s room and found her lost in thought.</p><p>"Maryam, are you okay?" Diyana asked gently.</p><p>Maryam forced a smile. “I’m fine, Diyana.”</p><p>“Are you sure? You seem deep in thought.”</p><p>Maryam brushed off her concerns, refusing to share her burdens. Instead, she changed the topic, steering the conversation toward something lighter. After Diyana left, Maryam called her friend Nana Hauwa’u, seeking solace in their conversation. For a moment, their laughter and shared memories eased the heaviness in her heart.</p><p> </p>
