I feel I can tolerate the experience.

I feel I can tolerate the experience." "You are quite wrong! Experience does not make a fool wise. There is a great difference between marriage to a committed believer who is caring towards his religious duties that protect him from deviation, and a non-committed Muslim, who cares for nothing but earthly pleasures that change with the times." "It is a risk" said Baidah, "But if I succeed it would be in the best interests of religion." "You say: ‘If I succeed', this 'if' indicates your doubts.

Marriage should start on a firm foundation." Asia told her. Baidah looked down as if in inner conflict. Then she said, "What is your opinion?" "I don't know what to say" said Asia. "I am afraid you will suffer as a result of such an experience. It is a dangerous game. A husband does not usually accept his wife's opinion and he may even make her accept his. Then the wife may find herself standing at a crossroad leading either to the failure of her marriage or the loss of her religion.

You know both are terribly hard to tolerate." Asia stopped for a while and waited for Baidah to speak. When she did it was in a choked voice, "What then?" "I think you can spare yourself such trouble!" said Asia kindly. "Suppose I am forced into doing it. What should I do then ? " "That's for you to decide Baidah. No one can impose their will on you, whoever they are!" Baidah was silent, then said challengingly, "I shall take the risk.

I hope that I will be successful." Asia looked at her and said coldly, "You are free to do what you like. I hope you won't be sorry afterwards." Baidah got up saying, "I apologize for having taking up your time." Asia, "Nothing to apologize for, I feel sorry for you! " They shook hands and Baidah left the house. Asia felt she had just lost a friend. A few weeks later, Baidah sat, waiting anxiously for her husband. It was nearly 11 p.m. and she was very worried.

She looked at the clock every other minute, and at half past eleven she heard the door open and close softly. She got up and saw her husband enter. Her face became bright with happiness. She said, "Oh Foad, you are late!" She was scared when she saw he looked disappointed. He said, "Why haven't you gone to bed yet?" "How can I sleep when you are still out? " asked Baidah. While he was taking off his suit and putting on his pajama, he murmured, "That will cause you a lot of worry." "How?

" asked Baidah. "Because I shall often be late.