Fauzaan is under the intense influence of a potent aphrodisiac (referred to as the "lemon drink" or "medicine") given to him by his wife, Feezah. However, Feezah refuses to fulfill his marital rights unless he agrees to her greedy demand: **to give her half of all his wealth.**
Refusing to be blackmailed, Fauzaan seeks advice from his mother (Mom). His mother, distressed by Feezah's behavior, suggests an immediate solution: a second marriage. She recommends **Fadeela**, the daughter of a family friend, Malam Haruna. In a whirlwind of events, the marriage is contracted that same day, and Fadeela is brought to Fauzaan’s mother’s house to spend her first night as a bride.
Intense desire gripped him because of the drugged drink he had been given. He had no desire other than to be with her because the medicine was working powerfully in his system. He was pleading with her, almost on the verge of tears, because of the overwhelming feelings rising within him.
"Please Feezah, for Allah’s sake, have mercy and help me. I swear I will give you anything you want." Feezah gave a sinister smile. “Anything I want, Fauzaan?”
“Allah, I will give you whatever you desire, just let me find peace with you.”
“I want you to divide your wealth in two and give me half. That is the only thing I want from you.”
He stared at her in absolute shock. A coldness washed over him. He had always known Feezah wasn't with him for the sake of Allah; for her to do anything to make him happy, there had to be a transaction first.
Slowly, he lowered his gaze and said quietly, "I cannot do it." He turned his face away. Even though he knew she was his wife and he could technically take his rights by force, he felt it was beneath his dignity. Feezah was stunned; she was certain that under the influence of that pill, there was nothing a man wouldn't do.
“Since you can't, then go outside and find a solution to your problem, because I swear by Allah, I will never give myself to you unless you give me what I asked for.”
Fauzaan simply stood up, left her room, and went to his own bedroom. Only he knew the agony he was feeling. He went straight to the shower to pour cold water on himself, hoping for relief, but it felt as if the fire of desire in his body was only being fueled. He quickly dressed and left the house as a new thought came to him.
He entered his mother’s living room and found her reading the Holy Qur'an. After he greeted her, he sat down, looking troubled. His mother noticed his distress. “What is wrong, Fauzaan?”
“I'm fine, Mom.”
“No, you are not fine. I see a change in you. Tell me what is happening. You know you have no one in this world to tell your troubles to more than me.”
Fauzaan explained everything: the nature of his life with Feezah, how she withheld his rights unless he did exactly what she wanted, and what had happened that day. He confessed the intense physical urge he was feeling, as they did not hide secrets from each other in their family.
His mother felt deep pity for him. She knew he hadn't been lucky with his choice of wife, but she never imagined it had reached this point. After a moment of silence, she smiled and said, “Alhamdulillah.”
Fauzaan looked at her in surprise. “Why are you thanking Allah, Mom?”
“Because I have found a solution. You will not spend this night without getting married again to solve this problem, Insha Allah.”
Fauzaan was shocked. How could he marry today? He hadn't planned for it, and who would give him their daughter on such short notice? His mother explained:
“I will choose your second wife. You know Malam Haruna, your father’s teacher and close friend? He has four wives and many well-raised children. I want you to go to him, tell him you want to marry today. I trust him completely. Specifically, I want you to marry **Fadeela**, the daughter of Asma’u. She is calm, modest, and respectful.”
Fauzaan agreed, realizing this was the only way to avoid sin. He went to Malam Haruna and explained the situation. Malam Haruna smiled and said, “Fauzaan, you are like a son to me. Why ask? My daughters are your sisters; you can marry any of them. You chose Fadeela? She is not betrothed. We will perform the marriage ceremony now, Insha Allah.”
Malam Haruna gathered his family and announced the immediate marriage. This caused an uproar among the other wives, who were jealous that Fadeela was chosen over their older daughters. However, Malam silenced them and proceeded with the ceremony.
Fadeela was devastated. To be told she was married and leaving immediately felt like a nightmare. She didn't even have time to process it. Her mother, Asma’u, encouraged her to be patient and accept her destiny. Malam Haruna advised her: “I know this is sudden, but do not be ungrateful for this blessing. You are not his only wife; there is another at his house. Be patient, be obedient, and Allah will bless you.”
Fauzaan picked her up, stopped at a supermarket to buy some items, and took her to his mother’s house. His mother was overjoyed to see Fadeela. Later that night, they were shown to a private wing of the house.
After they prayed and ate, Fauzaan turned his attention to Fadeela. Even though he felt pity for her because of the suddenness of the marriage, his physical need was still overwhelming. As they became intimate, he was overwhelmed by her gentleness and beauty, far different from the transactional nature of Feezah. He found himself whispering to her, “You are so sweet, Fadeela. Please don't ever leave me. I can't let you go.”
Fadeela, though in pain and shock from the sudden intensity of the night, remained patient, fulfilling her duties. Fauzaan felt a deep sense of peace and a new love growing in his heart for this girl who had saved him from his distress.
Moral Commentary (Author’s Note at the end):
The text concludes with an appeal to women not to withhold intimacy from their husbands as a weapon or for leverage (like Feezah did), as it often leads to frustration and looking elsewhere. It contrasts Feezah’s greed with Fadeela’s "good wife" character, who fulfills her husband's rights despite her own physical exhaustion or the suddenness of the situation.
**The Story Summary**
Fauzaan is under the intense influence of a potent aphrodisiac (referred to as the "lemon drink" or "medicine") given to him by his wife, Feezah. However, Feezah refuses to fulfill his marital rights unless he agrees to her greedy demand: **to give her half of all his wealth.**
Refusing to be blackmailed, Fauzaan seeks advice from his mother (Mom). His mother, distressed by Feezah's behavior, suggests an immediate solution: a second marriage. She recommends **Fadeela**, the daughter of a family friend, Malam Haruna. In a whirlwind of events, the marriage is contracted that same day, and Fadeela is brought to Fauzaan’s mother’s house to spend her first night as a bride.
Intense desire gripped him because of the drugged drink he had been given. He had no desire other than to be with her because the medicine was working powerfully in his system. He was pleading with her, almost on the verge of tears, because of the overwhelming feelings rising within him.
"Please Feezah, for Allah’s sake, have mercy and help me. I swear I will give you anything you want." Feezah gave a sinister smile. “Anything I want, Fauzaan?”
“Allah, I will give you whatever you desire, just let me find peace with you.”
“I want you to divide your wealth in two and give me half. That is the only thing I want from you.”
He stared at her in absolute shock. A coldness washed over him. He had always known Feezah wasn't with him for the sake of Allah; for her to do anything to make him happy, there had to be a transaction first.
Slowly, he lowered his gaze and said quietly, "I cannot do it." He turned his face away. Even though he knew she was his wife and he could technically take his rights by force, he felt it was beneath his dignity. Feezah was stunned; she was certain that under the influence of that pill, there was nothing a man wouldn't do.
“Since you can't, then go outside and find a solution to your problem, because I swear by Allah, I will never give myself to you unless you give me what I asked for.”
Fauzaan simply stood up, left her room, and went to his own bedroom. Only he knew the agony he was feeling. He went straight to the shower to pour cold water on himself, hoping for relief, but it felt as if the fire of desire in his body was only being fueled. He quickly dressed and left the house as a new thought came to him.
He entered his mother’s living room and found her reading the Holy Qur'an. After he greeted her, he sat down, looking troubled. His mother noticed his distress. “What is wrong, Fauzaan?”
“I'm fine, Mom.”
“No, you are not fine. I see a change in you. Tell me what is happening. You know you have no one in this world to tell your troubles to more than me.”
Fauzaan explained everything: the nature of his life with Feezah, how she withheld his rights unless he did exactly what she wanted, and what had happened that day. He confessed the intense physical urge he was feeling, as they did not hide secrets from each other in their family.
His mother felt deep pity for him. She knew he hadn't been lucky with his choice of wife, but she never imagined it had reached this point. After a moment of silence, she smiled and said, “Alhamdulillah.”
Fauzaan looked at her in surprise. “Why are you thanking Allah, Mom?”
“Because I have found a solution. You will not spend this night without getting married again to solve this problem, Insha Allah.”
Fauzaan was shocked. How could he marry today? He hadn't planned for it, and who would give him their daughter on such short notice? His mother explained:
“I will choose your second wife. You know Malam Haruna, your father’s teacher and close friend? He has four wives and many well-raised children. I want you to go to him, tell him you want to marry today. I trust him completely. Specifically, I want you to marry **Fadeela**, the daughter of Asma’u. She is calm, modest, and respectful.”
Fauzaan agreed, realizing this was the only way to avoid sin. He went to Malam Haruna and explained the situation. Malam Haruna smiled and said, “Fauzaan, you are like a son to me. Why ask? My daughters are your sisters; you can marry any of them. You chose Fadeela? She is not betrothed. We will perform the marriage ceremony now, Insha Allah.”
Malam Haruna gathered his family and announced the immediate marriage. This caused an uproar among the other wives, who were jealous that Fadeela was chosen over their older daughters. However, Malam silenced them and proceeded with the ceremony.
Fadeela was devastated. To be told she was married and leaving immediately felt like a nightmare. She didn't even have time to process it. Her mother, Asma’u, encouraged her to be patient and accept her destiny. Malam Haruna advised her: “I know this is sudden, but do not be ungrateful for this blessing. You are not his only wife; there is another at his house. Be patient, be obedient, and Allah will bless you.”
Fauzaan picked her up, stopped at a supermarket to buy some items, and took her to his mother’s house. His mother was overjoyed to see Fadeela. Later that night, they were shown to a private wing of the house.
After they prayed and ate, Fauzaan turned his attention to Fadeela. Even though he felt pity for her because of the suddenness of the marriage, his physical need was still overwhelming. As they became intimate, he was overwhelmed by her gentleness and beauty, far different from the transactional nature of Feezah. He found himself whispering to her, “You are so sweet, Fadeela. Please don't ever leave me. I can't let you go.”
Fadeela, though in pain and shock from the sudden intensity of the night, remained patient, fulfilling her duties. Fauzaan felt a deep sense of peace and a new love growing in his heart for this girl who had saved him from his distress.
Moral Commentary (Author’s Note at the end):
The text concludes with an appeal to women not to withhold intimacy from their husbands as a weapon or for leverage (like Feezah did), as it often leads to frustration and looking elsewhere. It contrasts Feezah’s greed with Fadeela’s "good wife" character, who fulfills her husband's rights despite her own physical exhaustion or the suddenness of the situation.