*Bismillahi Rahmani Raheem!*
My apologies for the absence of the book *THE EVIL HAS NO CATCH.* I'm currently gathering information. Before its release, I offer you this short book of mine titled "On Social Media (Web)."
The chiming of a text message on her phone sent a wave of panic through her. She rose from her seat, grabbing her phone, the contact saved as "My one" displayed on the screen. A hint of nervousness lingered as tears streamed down her face. Overwhelmed, she fell to her knees and began to cry.
As she wept, a young woman entered the house—of average height, beautiful, and with an air of grace.
"Are you the reason for this turmoil? I've been bidding you farewell for a while now, and you couldn't respond?" The newcomer questioned.
Wiping away her tears, she hesitated and, in a voice filled with regret, confessed, "Farry, I'm drowning, my boat is damaged."
Seated, Farry looked concerned. "Why speak in such absolute terms? Everything belongs to God, and whatever He has given, we must return to Him."
Her tears flowed unabated as she continued, "Farry, I've hurt myself. I trusted my husband, my parents, my whole life."
Farry extended a comforting hand. "Please, share your worries with me. If you don't, I might leave."
Avoiding eye contact, she stood up, turned her back, and revealed, "Farry, since I got married, I've been chatting with someone named Adnan."
Farry gasped. "That's all I know."
"Yes, Farry. Since 2go, Facebook, WhatsApp, and video calls, Adnan used to be my best friend online. He demanded I undress during video calls and used obscene language."
Fadila paused, tears streaming down her face. "Since I got married, I couldn't stop. Every day without a video call, I feel like I'm going to die. I see my husband, but we don't share the same room. My phone has a security code."
She turned back to Farry, her eyes pleading for help. "Farry, I can't go on. I want to die, help me, for the sake of God."
Farry held her hand compassionately. "Fadila, it feels like a dream. By Allah, Farida, there is a limit to hardship. We will find a way through this."
*****
"Rashida."
After a while, she checked her caller ID. In a calm voice, she answered, "Yes, are you concerned?"
The caller smiled slightly. "I've been observing you for a while. You know me from school, but you ignored me."
Rashida chuckled, sizing him up. "Seriously? I won't marry you. I don't even love you. Look at you, driving this small car. I'm searching for a handsome man with money and a car."
In the midst of her response, Rashida walked past him, entered the house, and closed the door, locking it behind her.
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