Inscriptions from the Heart

This is an excerpt of a short story I wrote recently. Alhamdulillaah, the critique was good - my writing is definitely improving mashaa`Allaah.

Khadeejah walked into the kitchen sluggishly, not quite awake due to a late night. She sighed and rubbed her forehead, caressing her throbbing temples as she leant against the bare wall.
Here we go again, she thought as she collected empty tins of baked beans from the trash can.

“How hard is it to rinse?” she said, just above a whisper.

“No one says it’s hard,” her husband answered as he trudged in behind her, obviously startling his agitated wife, “but I say that it’s a waste of time.”

Khadeejah rolled her eyes, dreading the prospect of entering into another heated discussion about the whole matter, but it agitated her that she couldn’t get her husband to reason with her.

“But, Ahmad,” she began, “don’t you realise how important it is?” she said as she shifted her position against the wall.