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Shiavault - a Vault of Shia Islamic Books Virtue Prevails Chapter 2 Fitnah got into her car and drove away quickly, as if she wanted to escape. She arrived at her house, parked the car and walked directly to her room without greeting her husband, although she knew he was at home. She sat down on a chair and murmured, 'Woe to her! How stubborn she is. Was it not enough for him to treat me so cruelly that he has proposed to my cousin and renewed my pain?

He thinks Sumayah matches his ideals and morals, while she is only making a show of being virtuous. Years ago, I tried to make him love me, but he never cared for me. He said I was a fool and a deviated person. He will soon know that Sumayah is no better than I am. I know how to draw her to this corrupted life of mine. 'I married this playboy in order to get his wealth and enjoy life. I must tolerate living with him for the sake of his riches.

Oh, I will deprive Sumayah of Ahmad as he deprived me of himself. I won't allow him to fulfill his dream of marrying a committed Muslim girl. I'll show him this is impossible and that Sumayah is just like me. Now Ahmad is getting his doctorate while my husband, Hamid, has not even managed to get any degree. I'll never let Sumayah get such a husband as Ahmad.

I know he is bright, clever and has strong belief, yet he is also stubborn, reactionary and full of vanity.' At that moment, the door opened and Hamid entered. A smile was on his face as he said, "I thought you were sick. May I enter?" Fitnah tried to appear normal as she told him; "I have a headache, that is why I did not join you in the living room." Hamid said, "You look quite well! Does it make you sick to see me?" "Oh, Hamid, do not make me nervous. I didn't know you were at home!" she lied.

"But didn't you see my car? You are absent-minded today." Fitnah said, "I told you, I have a headache! Please leave me alone now. Do not make me angry." "Alas I am nothing but one of your many lovers and." he began. "Oh, stop it. I know what you are going to say, so don't repeat it." Hamid said, "You don't want to hear it! You are lucky to have a husband like me, otherwise you are good for no one.” "What about you?" Fitnah asked. "Could any other woman tolerate life with you?

You talk about me, but you forget all about yourself." "Am I so bad?" Hamid asked her. Fitnah replied, "You should know. Had I not been a good wife, I would not have lived one day with you.