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Ninety Days In March...!
Chapter 27
Muftiah Is Trained... For A Change... Not To Be A Submissive Wife... To Her Husband... As In Her Past Two SUBUD Marriages...!
Another aspect... of total contrast... to her other two SUBUD marriages was... that in this one... Muftiah was not be such a submissive wife... as her Heavenly Father... Had Well Trained her to be... in her last two former unions... one of them even to an alcoholic... and practicing bi-sexual...!
Nor could she run to another room... to be Comforted... by Her Heavenly Father... Who Would Make her husband... soon come knocking on the door... sincerely wanting... to make friends again... as had happened... on numerous occasions... with her last French/Canadian husband... intensely moody... Jaques/Mark... who also had Red Indian blood... coursing through his veins... that of the Cree tribe...!
On the contrary... to her great surprise... soon after her marriage to Farlan... when she... as usual... ran into the bathroom... unhappy... because her husband... was railing at her... this time... to Allah... for the very first time... as a hurt Muslim wife... she was reeling from Farlan's abrasive... searing criticism... of everything she stood for... even sneering at her snobby... noble French/Italian ancestry...!
Forgetting all about the fact... that he had Received to contact... her Contessa mother... in South Africa... to ask her permission... to marry her daughter...!
And the most amazing thing was... that at the time... barely having met... Muftiah had not yet told him... anything about herself... let alone anything about her noble background... of which she was ashamed... nor that she had a mother... who was living in South Africa...!
And to her utter amazement... and consternation... she was Reprimanded... and Told to go back... and stand up to her husband...! And when she asked why... she was Told... that his having too much power over her... would be dangerous for him...!So she had to be newly Trained... all over again... for the first time... as a wife... called Muftiah... this time to confront her mate... in his anger...!
As poignant luck would have it... she let him angrily know... in no uncertain terms... what Allah Had Just Decreed... to her... just as he walked into the house... dazed... the bottom dropped out... of his complacent world... his nose all bloody... from an accident... at Marine Electronics... with the Guidance... that he was no longer... to work there...!
They had already long ago... stopped eating the Specially Received... Chosen Apples... which would instantly restore them... into Blissful Oneness... having eaten... so many of them... during their engagement... that they had become sick and tired of eating them...!
Now married Farlan and Muftiah... gradually came to understand... that all their fighting... and finding fault... with each other... was in essence... using each other... as scapegoats...!
For in actual fact... they Were Brought together... as virtual strangers... So there had been no period of dating... and getting to know one another... no history between them... at all...!
To Farlan... Muftiah became his ex-wife Luzila... a much older... imposing woman... whom he had been "in awe of..." ... as his mother Jasie... had told her... because of her immense Spirituality... and psychic powers... who... in her time... had brought many floundering souls... to the Miracle of SUBUD... and who had gained a reputation... as the much married SUBUD lady... so that he never voiced his protests... to her... whenever she belittled... and hurt him...
Muftiah had Received... that his only ex-wife... had hurt him deeply... in his "man place..." ... so that whenever he ranted and raved at her... about something to do with his place... as head of the household... she would calmly allow him... to get all his disappointments... and hurts... and bottled up frustrations... inflicted by his ex-wife... off his chest...
As for Muftiah... she used Farlan... as her scapegoat... because of all the males... in her life... as Graziella... Grace... Chuchi... Nadia... Grazia... and Laura... who had hurt her so deeply... beginning with the man... who she believed... was her father... but wasn't... who had harshly raised her... as his daughter... and under whom she had lived... predominantly... nervously in fear... of his disapproval...
So that poor Farlan... became the soul... upon whom... she vented... all her pent up anger... years and years... of bottled up frustrations... and bitter resentment... towards all those hurtful men... down upon his innocent head...!
And when he reacted... to her vehement tirades... with that peculiarly unemotional... aloof... Red Indian way... looking down his nose at her... with haughty... icy cold disdain... her hot... raging... French/Italian blood... would boil over... and she would explode...!
And feeling thoroughly provoked... she would be driven to the point... of actually attacking him... physically... even at times... threatening him with knives... and throwing things at him...!
Pummeling his bony chest... in uncontrolled fury... desperately trying to get a rise... out of his stony... aloof self...!
As he just stood there... calmly looking down at her... with no expression... on his Red Indian face... letting her go on... assaulting him... when he could have so easily stopped her... with one raised arm...!
Until... with all of her raging anger spent... exhausted... she would collapse in tears...
And he would simply wrap his long arms around her... and without saying a single word... just hold her close to him... until she had cried herself out...
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