The Anatomy of a Broken Heart
Abdullah's self-confidence didn't just crumble; it vanished. Abdulrahman, his closest friend in Riyadh, tried everything—from Madrid-Barca matches to jokes—but Abdullah was a fortress of sorrow.
Finally, in a cafe in Riyadh, over a cup of sweetened coffee, the truth came out. It wasn't just the betrayal; it was the Wrath of his Parents. Abdullah's father, believing a lie over his son's character, had accused him of being a philanderer.
"I know you love someone else," his father had thundered. "The pregnancy story is a sham. Bring your wife back or never call me again."
When even his friend Abdulrahman asked, "Is there really someone else?" Abdullah broke. He wept not as a man, but as a child—a child betrayed by the very people who were supposed to be his anchor.
The Secret of the Pills
The physical toll was devastating. During a lunch of biryani, Abdulrahman caught Abdullah swallowing pills in secret. The diagnosis was a death sentence: Heart Failure (EF 51%).
The "Engine of the Heart" had literally given out under the pressure of silent grief.
"I need a heart transplant in two months," Abdullah admitted with a weary smile. "My life ended a long time ago, so what is there to fear?"
The Call to the Heavens
Driven by the fear of dying while his parents were angry with him, Abdullah sought a way out. He wanted to reveal the truth—to "Be a Traitor to the Secret" so he could be "Beautiful" in his parents' eyes again.
He called a famous Fatwa program in Saudi Arabia. On the third day of trying, his call went through to Sheikh Abdulaziz.
Abdullah poured out his heart: "I covered her sin on our wedding night. I loved her for six years. Then I found she was still in love with another man. I divorced her and kept her secret, but now my parents hate me. I am facing a life-threatening heart surgery. Can I reveal her shame to gain my parents' blessing?"
"O Maker of Good Deeds" (يا صانع المعروف)
The Sheikh's voice trembled. He didn't see a sinner; he saw a saint.
"May God bless you, O Maker of Good Deeds," the Sheikh replied, tears in his eyes. "Few men possess your wisdom and strength. But my answer is No."
Abdullah broke down on live television. "But I will die! My parents will curse my memory. People will say God punished me for 'oppressing' a virtuous woman. I don't want to go to Hell because of her!"
The Sheikh's response was a rallying cry that shook the airwaves:
"Complete your good deed, O Maker of Good Deeds! Cover her, and God shall cover you in this life and the next. God hears you now. He, I, and the viewers are witnesses to your innocence. He will save you from that surgery. Do not expose her. God will not let your reward be lost."
The Sheikh began to pray, his voice cracking with sobs: "O God, heal this oppressed servant. Soften his parents' hearts. Mercy upon the Maker of Good Deeds, living and dead!"