"Is it practical in our society?"
Fawzziah asked her bringing her
back to the present.
"Of course,I'm a living example.
There are many sisters and
brothers out there who got married without dating" Aishat
answered
"Okay,I can marry a man because
of his wealth?" She asked
"Yes you can. You can marry
because of any of these reasons; beauty,wealth,rank and religion.
Beauty fades away,a wealthy
person can be come the poorest
tomorrow but religion is forever. A
marriage based solely on beauty
would break if the beauty is no longer there same with wealth and
rank but if you get married
because of religion,your spouse
would be like solat and you know
solat is forever" Aishat explained.
"Interesting" she said "Yeah. Do you promise that no
boyfriend?" Aishat asked
"I do" Fawziah replied,placing her
right hand on her chest in a
comical way which sent Aishat into
a bouts of laughter.

They continued their Quranic
class,Aishat was teaching her how
to master the Quran. She was an
Hafiz herself and with the
intelligent student Fawziah was it
won't take long before she memorised the whole Quran.
"Recite al- Ghashiyah" She said and
stopped her from opening the
Quran
"Offhand" she added.
Fawziah cleared her throat and started with her beautiful voice.
"Hal ataka hadeethu alghasiyati
Wujoohun yawma ithin
khashiaatun Aamilatun nasibatun
Tasla naran hamiyatan..."

"Furqan,you need to see this"
Daud said with excitement as he
entered his friend's office. He was
the finance manager of their
company. The two had struck a friendship during one of their
business trip to Ondo. Though
Daud was two years older than him
but that did not deterred their
relationship. The two were fond of
each other,Furqan like him because he was intelligent and a
practising muslim unlike his other
friends who had nothing upstairs
but football and women. He'd
dragged him to Islamic lectures
more than once and he was always answering his questions about
Islam whenever he was too proud
to ask his wife.
"See" Daud said placing his phone
screen on his face.

But Furqan was not seeing
anything. He was deeply immersed
in thoughts. Chantel was
demanding huge amounts of
money ever since her pregnancy
news. She promised him she would abort the pregnancy but now she
was blackmailing him. He had
given her a couple of hundred
thousand but she wants more The
leverage she had over him was her
threat to tell Aishat. He had no idea what she would. He didn't want to
destroy their new relationship,they
talked more these days and he was
getting to know much about her.
He even follow her to a motherless
baby home she visits every Friday evening,helping them with chores
and foodstuffs. Furqan was happy
he was doing something
meaningful;helping humanity.
"If you save a soul,you've save the
whole humanity" Aishat had said to him when he refused to donate
blood during one of the
programmes they went to.
"Its not all about money,you don't
know who will be in need of this
blood. Besides the red blood cells is destroyed every 120 days in the
spleen by phagocytic
reticuloendothelial cells,why not
give it out? It's Allah's rhama that
you are in a position to donate
blood" She added.

Furqan face creased into a
smile,was this what Chantel want
to destroy?
"Why are you smiling like a
dummy?" Daud asked wiggling his
fingers in his face "Daud" Furqan said
"Yeah live and direct. Were you day
dreaming about me?"
"Swerve jo" Furqan said
"Why are you here sef" he added
"Well,I came to tell you that finally I Daud..."
"Just get on with it" Furqan cut him
off. He was in no mood for his
drama as he was folding and
unfolding his sleeves
"Chill now, finally Aisiah...." He was saying when the office door burst
open,there the drama queen stood
with anger written on her face
while the secretary trailed behind
her.
"I'm sorry sir, I told her you did not wish to see anyone" the secretary
said with fright. Her boss had one
her sternly that Chantel should not
be allowed in.
"You can go back to your seat"
Daud came to her aid "You've been avoiding my calls"
Chantel stepped In, in her boubou
top and very small skirt.
"Chantel,this is an office. I will call
you when I'm ready to talk"
Furqan said "When? I'm not leaving here until
you pay me" Chantel said,dropping
her bag on his table.
Furqan held his head on his
hand,he could not believe what he
did to himself. "What did you buy from her?"
Daud asked
Chantel stared at the intruder and
hissed
"If you don't pay me,I'm afraid I
will tell your wife. Not just your wife,the media and you know how
much your mum cherished her
image" She smiled,seeing her
words had the desired effect
"Sit down,Chantel" he said calmly
while she obliged "I will pick you up tomorrow
morning to have a DNA test done.
If the baby is really mine,its your
choice to keep. I will pay for the
child support. But don't think I will
ever marry you" Furqan said.

Her shoulders sagged in defeat.
She had thought he would crawled
on his knees. His words were
against her plan. She needed to
restrategize. He must marry her.
"I swear with my life,you will regret it. silly man" she said and stormed
out of his office
"I'm drowning in regret already"
Furqan muttered
"Is that your ex girlfriend you told
me about?" Daud asked "Yes" Furqan nodded
"Furqan,you have no choice but to
tell your wife"
"I can't " he said shaking his head
"The only way you can be in
control of this situation is by pulling the blackmailer's teeth. Tell
her" Daud said
Furqan closed his eyes wondering
what her reaction would be.

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Fridaws curled up in the room she
used as a child crying out her eyes.
Her marriage was at the verge of
break down. Her husband had lost
the contract he put all his money in
that resulted to him drinking heavily and turning her into a
punching bag. He blamed her for
bringing string of bad luck and
misfortunes into his home while he
was the real author of his
misfortune,people whom he had offended in the past dig up his
profile and spread news about him
that was how he met his waterloo.
There was also news that
speculated that he might have
killed his former wife in a boat accident because she was involved
with other men and he was known
to be very jealous.
Fridaws had asked him about the
news,he admitted his ex wife was
seeing other men and he knew about it that had let to their many
fights but he didn't kill her. She
wished she had known all these
before she agreed to marry him.
She did not know what to believe
anymore,a man that broke her ribs twice was capable of killing as far
as she was concerned.
That was why she had packed her
bags that morning. She needed to
get out of the house else she might
lost her sanity. She was tired of life and everything. She wants out.

Her mother had turned her back
on her ever since the morning
stopped coming in. Her hasty
marriage had been all about
money and politics.
Where had she gone wrong? Of course marrying for the wrong
reason. She allowed material things
to becloud her senses.
It started when she finished her
national youth corp service at
Adamawa state where she taught a secondary school for a whole year.
She had wondered how life after
service year would be. Studying
political science in the university
was not gateway to heaven in
Nigeria. Her mother saw her as an asset to politics. Alhaja Medina was
well known in Oyo state,she sold
building materials and owned a big
muslim women organisation
before she joined politics. She
contested for twice for the post of a senator but lost to her opponent.
But that did not deterred her,it was
from one political meeting to
another.

Fridaws who was her mother right
hand allowed herself to be lured
into marriage with Olakunle the
first son of a political guru for
political gains. Her father was
against the union but they went ahead with the marriage. The
marriage started well,with the
newly weds proclaiming love for
each other. She felt pampered,as
he did not allow her to work. The
sweet love started turning sour when her mother-in-law was on
her neck because she had no child
in the three year old marriage and
when her husband business fall
apart.
When she showed up in her parents house,her father had
welcomed her admist her mother
scream and shouts. She wished she
had listened to her father,she
wished she never got married now
it was all her cross to bear.

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Abuklaw, ehn ehn, na 2day u just rememba me abi? Lol

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jazakumllahu khairan. It's good to know that someone has a back up. Zeinymira, i'm back. Get to work now!

we're very sorry that the courier the message was sent through delivered late. We welcome you back to the big family circle.

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It is going smoothly, all to the grace of Almighty Allah. Ameen for the supplication.

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which courier? Lol.

Thank you for welcoming me back.

..............Chapter seven...........
"What!" Zaynab exclaimed with
bulging eyes
"Are you serious?" She asked
again,finding it difficult to believe
her ears. She just revealed to her friend her
reason for marrying Furqan. The
past few months had changed her
mindset about her marriage and
she was ready to began a new life.
She used to see herself as a teacher and a guaedian,someone whose
duty was to correct him when he
err and guide him to the right path.
But now she saw herself as his wife
and she wanted to remain married
to him. Their relationship had taken a new
turn,they hardly quarrel and they
conversed more like friends.
Furqan was being nice her by
buying her gifts and helping her
with chores. He listened to her whenever she recites the quran.hÉ
reply her greetings and whenever
he sneezed he says
"Alhamdulillah". She was grateful
to Allah for the little progress she
made. He had started learning about Allah
by asking questions from the
Imams she introduced him to and
listening to lectures. She was
patiently waiting for the day he
would say the shahada.

She was still in contact with
Ibrahim,who was constantly
reminding her of his promise to
marry her after she must have
divorced her present husband.
That was their plan. But her conscience was killing her,she felt
guilty for deceiving everyone that
was why she confided in her
friend.
"What should I do?" She asked her
"You and I know this is zina so you must stop it. In fact,you must tell
both men involved" Zaynab
advised
"Are you joking? It will break
Furqan's heart to hear that,well
maybe not his heart but he will be greatly disappointed. He sees me
as a pious woman, I can't tell him. I
Ðont care about Ibrahim" Aishat
said.
"Just focus on your marriage"
Zaynab said to her. "Thank you,that's why I love
having you around me not those
child brides" Aishat said and they
burst out laughing.
How they became friends with
RuqquyaÞ aÑd Lateefah was stÍill a mystery,those two were playful
and carefreem they took nothing
serious except their religion.

She relaxed her back smiling,her
stomach was bigger now and she
wondered why are pregnancy
took longer,it was almost eleven
months. Her midwife had told her
some women were like that. She smiled,she can't wait to be relieved
of the heavy load she was carrying.
Suddenly,she felt a sharp pain in
her back,she winced she thought it
was one of those false contraction
she was having. The pain became intense she screamed
"What's wrong?" Aishat asked
"My back" she gasped in pain
Aishat helped her to rub her back
but that did not reduce the pain.
She started crying and screaming more.
"Zaynab calm down" she soothed
Aishat contacted the midwife
before she took her to the
hospital,there they met the midwife
and nurses who took her to the delivery room. It was then it
dawned on her to call her Qazeem,
her friend's husband. He was
worried when he came and asked
her series of questions. All her
words to calm him down fell on deaf ears. He gummed his ear at
the delivery door and he screamed
Àt every sound his wife made.
Few hours later,the midwife came
out of the delivery room full of
smiles "Your wife delivered twins,a baby
girl and a boy" she informed.
"Twins!" They both exclaimed with
surprise. The scan result had
shown a single baby.
"Which of Allah's favour can we deny?" Aishat asked
"None" Qazeem replied.
The Adams family flooded the
hospital to welcome the beautiful
babies. Qazeem was the
happiest,he was telling everyone the babies were his spliting image.
He carried them like a proud father
would do.
Aishat bade farewell to her friend
who looked tired and happy.
************

*********************
Furqan drove into his compound at
about 5:pm today. His face held the
usual glow that had replaced the
frown lines on his forehead. He
was even smiling at his gate man. The old man smiled,he was grateful
to God for sending his madam to
them. His own life had changed
too,he had stopped gambling and
was viewing life from a new
perspective. His boss had changed too,he no
longer keep late nights. His usual
manner of announcing his
presence had changed to. He used
to drive in admist loud music
blaring from his speakers. He remembered the day the two
had quarrelled in the compound
over the music.
Furqan in his usual style drove into
his compound. Aishat was in the
compound sitting at her favourite spot,she watched her husband
performed some crazy dance steps
before approaching her.
"Her,I got you a new phone" he
said throwing the nylon package
at her. "I want an apology not a phone"
Aishat replied.
She was still brooding over her
phone. It was a gift from Ibrahim
before he left the country.
"Apology?" He scuffled and added "I bought an I-phone compare to
that old Samsung phone. If it is an
apology you want, you will wait till
eternity"
She threw the nylon package back
at him "I don't expect the least from a
backward girl like you. What was
my father thinking when he forced
me on an immature girl. How will
apology mend the damaged
phone" he hissed " I can see in all your years on
earth you have not learn that
apology goes a long way and to
think your mature self would
know that it is wrong to disturb
other people's peace. You always announce your annoying presence
with loud irritating music" Aishat
retorted
That had set the tone for the
evening quarrel
John was at the gate spot watching the newly weds talking back at
each other wondering if their
marriage would survive for a
month.

********************
He paced around the sitting room
restless,its almost two hours and
she was not back. He had already
made dinner nothing interesting
just boiled rice. He was not good at cooking but he did it to impress
her. He got tired of pacing,he
settled on the sofa and flipped
through the Dstv channels,there
was none that piqued his interest.
Scity would have suffice but he quit music a long time ago and he was
glad he did. The only thing he
listened to now was
lectures,recitation of the quran and
nasheed.

The silence in his home was getting
at him. He was used to having her
around. She was either reading
Quran or Islamic stories or praying.
He had fought with her for praying
'too much'. He could not fathom how someone would spent most
of the night praying. He smiled
remembering their quarrels. There
were too many of them that amuse
him.
"What sin did you commit? How can you just be praying and
praying" he said angrily
"The wisest person on this Earth is
someone who knows the purpose
of creation." That was her calm
reply.

He sighed as the dream he had
flashed across his mind. Would she
forgive him? Or stabbed him like
she did in his dream? He close his
eyes,replaying the scenes in his
mind "If your sin is greater than the
world,mountains am sure its not
greater than the Almighty" She said
meekly
"Its not greater than the Almighty"
he affirmed "I will forgive you" she said.
He told her.
She turned to him with a red face
and a knife which went deeper in
his heart.
He told Daud about the dream,as he was confused. He had advised
him to seek forgiveness from God
before he tell her anything. Ever
since he has been saying
"Astaghafirullah" as many times as
he could.

He felt compelled to drive over to
her Fashion house on his way
home but he did not want to
appear desperate. He never knew
she was well known until he read
Emel,an Islamic magazine. She featured on the lifestyle of a
Niqabite titled"a niqabite with a
difference" . She talked about her
work, how it started and what
inspired her. She also encourage
other niqabites to reach out to people in the world by putting
their talent into use and making
difference in the life of the Ummah
His face creased into a smile when
he saw his name as her husband.
Daud was surprised,he did not his friend was married to one of the
piety ladies of their time.
He smiled and caught his reflection
in the mirror,he smiled a lot these
days. He made a mental note to
thank his father for giving him the best gift,his wife.
He went to the third room his wife
used as her abode,the room was
littered with pieces of clothes. She
used the room to practise for new
designs. He saw different paintings hung on the wall,they were all
beautiful. He saw lines she drew on
a board,he did not understand at
first until he read the words she
wrote backward"S E L K I N R W S'Q
A N R U F". He burst out laughing. He was glad he came to her
abode,it really made his night. He
searched more,hoping to see
something that would revealed her
past.

Aishat drove into the compound,
the Range rover 2010 was a
wedding gift from her father. She'd
asked Furqan if she could use it but
he was nonchalant.
She had never stay out this late,Zaynab insisted she stayed
after she bade her farewell and she
was glad she did. She got out of
her car,taking unsure steps. It has
been long they quarrelled. She did
not have an idea how he would react for coming home late.
What would he complained about?
Was it food? He really loved food
and was always grumbling when
his food was Not ready.
She recited Ayatul kursi for protection from all evils as she
stepped into the house. Inside the
sitting room,he was not on his
favourite seat. She prayed he had
not gone to the kitchen,the last
time he did,the floor was messed up with yam flour and everything
in there was disarrayed.
She saw the light coming from her
abode on her way to her room.
The door was slightly ajar,she
wondered what he was doing there. She opened the door,
Furqan stood with his back at her.
He was engrossed with the
beautiful dresses displayed before
him. He was not aware she was
inside the room with him.

Tnx dear..I'm getting close to where I was.

Weldone my Broda in Islam. Tanx.

Tytylorpe: Weldone my Broda in Islam. Tanx.

You're highly welcome dear sister. Your presence here is appreciated.

****************
"Furqan" Aishat called ready for his
tongue-lashing.
"Aishat" he said,his heart filled with
feelings of tenderness. He drew her
gently into his warm embrace, he closed his eyes smiling slightly as
she relaxed in his embrace..
A warning signal went off in her
head and she pulled away from
their embrace. She wanted to
consummate her marriage in the appropriate way but it would take
long since he was still learning
about Islam.
She sighed thinking about the
feelings that coursed through her
whenever he was around or whenever she thought about him.
Was it happening already? Allah's
promise to put love and mercy in
their hearts?

"I'm sorry" she said at the same
time he was saying "I cooked rice"
It was obvious they were trying to
manage their awkward situation.
Furqan autopilot their way out of
the awkward situation by leading the way to the dining table,their
hands intertwined.
They ate in silence,though the rice
was tasteless Aishat pretended to
enjoy it. She did not want to bruise
his ego. After their meal,she cleared the table with his help.
Right inside the kitchen,she
explained to him why he came late.
"Twins,a boy and a girl" she
answered his question about the
baby. "Wow" was all he said.
He wondered how it felt to be a
father. He groaned inwardly
thinking about Chantel's
pregnancy.
"You look lost" Àishat said with concern
"Just wondering when we will
have our own baby" he said while
she looked away blushing
"Our children will be so lucky to
have you as their mum" he added "And you as their dad"she said
"Me?" He asked,shocked
"Yes you" she replied and added
"Any problem?"
"Just thinking I'm no dad material"
"You're " "I'm not"
"You're "
"I'm not"
"Okay, I've so much faith in you
that you will be a great dad just like
you are a great husband." Aishat said without thinking. If only she
had looked back she would have
seen the shock expression on his
face.
Furqan prayed silently he would
not fail this woman,whom despite all his flaws married and believed
in him.
"How about your work?" She
enquired
"Going fine" he answered.
"Let's talk about you. Why did you decide to become a fashion
designer" he asked
"I didn't decide,its a calling" she
answered rinsing her hand and
drying it with a towel.
"A calling" he said. That was new to him. He never new a job could
be a calling. Choosing to become
an Engineer,had been all about
money
"Yes. Unlike every kids whose
interest was in medicine,law,accountancy and the
likes. My interest was in fashion
designing. What it inspired it? The
way ladies dress make me wonder
if clothing materials was scarce in
the market. Then I made up my mind to design clothes that will
cover women bodies" she told him
"Wow! That's inspiring" Furqan
said clapping his hands
"Thank you" she said smiling
"You're welcome. When did you start learning the quran?" He asked
"Right from when I was little. Did
my walima when I was 9" she
replied
"Interesting" he was impressed

They moved from the kitchen to
the sitting room where they sat on
they couch.
"What have you learn so far?"
Aishat asked him
"Nothing new. Just through with the lectures Imam Sodiq gave me"
he replied
"BarkallaHu fee" she said
"Amin" he replied
Furqan still enjoying her company
asked her to recite the Quran for him. Aishat gave him the Quran
and told him to open a chapter.
Furqan unsure of what to do
said"Bismillah" in his mind just as
his wife always say whenever she
wants to do anything and opened to a chapter and gave it to her.
"Wow! The criterion" Aishat said
smiling.
"What's that?" He was confused
"This chapter you opened is
Suratul Furqaan" she replied "My name is in the Quran" he said
excitedly
"Yes" she replied
"What does it mean?" He asked
"The criterion,evidence" she
answered "Please read it" he begged
She cleared her throat in a comical
way
"Please" he begged
"Tabaraka allathee nazzala
alfurqana Aala Aaabdihi Liyakoona
lilaaalameen natheran

Allathe lahu mulku alssamawati
waalardi
Walam yattakhith walada walam
yakun lahu sharukun fee almulki
wakhalaqn kulla shayin
faqaddarahu taqdeeran

Waittakhatha min doonihi alihatan
la yakhluqoona shayan wahum
yukhilaqoona wala yanlikoona
lianfusihim darran wala nafaan
wala yamilkoona mawtan wala
hayatan wala nushooran"

End of chapter

Translation of Furqaan

Blessed be He who send down the
criterion(Qu'ran) to his slave
( Prophet Muhammad) that he may
be a warner to the Alamin
(mankind and jinns)

He to whom belongs the dominion
of the heavens and earth and who
has begotten no son and for
whom there's no partner in the
dominion. He has created
everything and has measured it exactly according to its due
measurement.

Yet they have taken besides Him
other alihan(gods) that created
nothing but are themselves created
and possess neither hurt nor
benefit for themselves and possess
no power of causing death nor of giving life nor of raising the dead

Bismillah- in the name of Allaah

Barkallahu feeh- may blessings of
Allah be on what u re doing

..........Chapter Eight...........

Abdulmalik stood tall and look
elegant in his long sleeved black
Guinea designed with pink thread
courtesy of his daughter-in-law.
Today was the launching of his magazine called "Al'mumorid"
which had the details of his
journey around the world. The
magazine talked lengthily about
how to spend one's time wisely.
He smiled seeing all his guests even his best friend Zubair Ahmad made
it despite his tight schedule. His
wife was also present not because
she was interested but for her own
selfish interest.
Furqan and Aishat was there to grace the great occasion. His two
daughters were absent. Fawziah
had travelled a day before for her
post-ume at LAUTECH. While his first
daughter was in her room doing
the usual. She had been miserable ever since she dragged her
travelling into the house with tears.
His wife was making her stay
difficult. He only did his part as a
father,he wished Medina would
change and be a good mother to her. He had sent for her husband's
family so they could settle the
problem amicably but they did not
honour his request. He wished she
would get over it and moved on.
She was only thirty and still has a whole life ahead of her.

Aishat noticed her sister-in-law
gloomy mood. She had been eager
to meet her all this while. Fawziah
had told her interesting things
about her,it was obvious she
adored her elder sister even though they were not close.
She had tried discussing with her
but she locked up completely. She
had witnessed her mother-in-law
screamed at her(Fridaws) not to
join them for the launching ceremony.
"What will you tell them about your
husband?" She shouted
The young woman had walked
back to her room sadly. Aishat was
restless at the launching party,the young woman's sad face was
haunting her. She wanted to help
her,share her burden. She left the
party when she was sure she was
not needed anymore.
*******************
"Hello stranger" Chantel said
smiling up at him. She had been
waiting for the opportunity to be
with him but he clung to his wife
like a nursery two pupil.
Furqan eyes travelled down to her stomach but she was wearing one
of her boubou tops. He had neither
seen nor heard from her after their
last encounter.
"What are you doing here?" He
asked as a way of greeting "To party of course. I never knew
you extremist do party. It would
have been a great party if you guys
use alcohol and music" she replied
"Alcohol and music is haram"
Furqan informed her. "Don't pretend to yourself,we both
know you can't quit alcohol. You
can't be a muslim. This is only a
phase that will pass and when it
does,you will come back to my
waiting arms"she said gleefully "Audhu billah minna shaytan ni
rojim" he said without knowing its
meaning. He did heard his wife said
it many times in response to
something bad.
Chantel burst out laughing. She could not believe her ears,this was
not happening. She would not
allow this madness to continue.

Furqan looked around him in
search of his wife but she was not
in sight. Only few people who are
engrossed in their business were
around them. He needed to end
their conversation before his wife notice.
"Why are you here?" Furqan
asked,turning all serious
"Is's straight to business isn't it?
Furqan love,what happened to us?
What happen to our love? What happen to our promises? I love
you so much,don't do this to me"
She pleaded
"Chantel whatever existed
between us has ended. I'm sorry
for everything but then we were both ignorant. I will advise you to
change your lifestyle and seek a
new path"Furqan said tired of her
whining. He was sure she had
something up her sleeves but he
was determined not to fall for her ploy
"You've to excuse me" he said
"If you dare walk out on me,I
swear with my life I ...." She was
saying before he cut in
"You can swear with your miserable life I don't care. You
better get the hell out of here
before I call the security on you"
he threatened
"Oh I see! Just wait here and watch
me tell the whole world you got me pregnant. Your father will
appreciate it,well the Abdulmalik's
name is synonymous to trouble in
the society all thanks to your
mother. It would even help him sell
his miserable magazine" she said with a wicked smile and put her
words into action by heading to
the podium.
Furqan dragged her back,he knew
she could do exactly as she said.
He looked around him,dragging her admists her struggle to the
back of the building.
"Now listen,you will go home right
now and I will call you to settle this
once and for all" he said
"You wish" she sneered "What is it you want? Money?" He
asked
"I want you" she said moving closer to him

"Stop crying" Aishat consoled her
She had spent over thirty minutes
listening to her story even though
most of her words were
garbled,thick to the point of almost being incomprehensible but she
understood it was her marriage.
Her eyes misted over as she
squeezed Fridaws hand in hers,the
gesture looking like it both
frightened and comforted her at the same time.
The Abdulmalik's family had been
through hell. Aishat never thought
how favoÙred she was to have
pious parents that guided her and
her brothers upright. Her family had never been through any
turmoil not that they were special
but it was Allaah's rahma. She
made a mental note to discuss it as
a topic among her young friends at
madrassat. There were many people who do not know the
values of their parents
"You don't have to shed tears for
me,I deserve this" Fridaws
said,more tears sliding down her
cheek "No matter what you might
think,you don't deserve this. Get
yourself together, it will be over
soon"Aishat told her
She narrated her story to her,how
she got married to her brother excluding the Ibraheem's part. Her
sister-in-law eyes grew big like
saucers as she listened to her.
Aishat was glad she was able to
divert her attention away from her
marriage "Wow! You've got so much
strength in you" she said
admiringly while Aishat smiled
"How's Furqan is he improving"
she asked
"Alhamdulillah,he is" she replied "You're a God-sent. You took a
chance for God's sake unlike me it
was all about the money"Fridaws
said snapping back to her sad
mood
"It's alright. You did it out of ignorance"Aishat pointed out and
added
"Didn't you guys go to a Quranic
§chool"
"We did until we were sent to a
boarding house" she replied "why did you stop usiÑg the hijab"
Aishat asked again
"Nothing. I felt odd in the midst of
my friends,I took it off and mum
did not care anÝway" she
shrugged. "You don't understand the concept
of hijab" Aishat said.
The Abdulmalik's children were all
lacking in knowledge. It was one
thing to be born into Islam,its
another thing to seek knowledge about Islam. There are many
muslims out there who knew next
to nothing about their religion.
They are muslims by names. Aishat
remembered her school days
when she was the Amira of her sets,many muslim sisters had no
idea about the use of hijab. Some
of them saw it as an identity while
others thought it was for fashion.
She prayed to Allaah to open the
hearts of the Ummah to their religion

Alhaja Medina uncermoniously
opened the door. She was tired of
having her daughter
around,people are begining to
suspect that she was no longer
with her husband as he(Fridaws husband) did not waste time to
chase other ladies around town.
She did not care about what she
was battling in her husband's
house,she had to go back. She did
not want her name to be muddled in the newspaper,her political
image was at risk.
"Salam alaÝkum ma" Aishat
greeted
The woman Àlways treat her like
she was nonìexistent. The few times she visited the
Abdulmalik's,Medina did nothing
to hide her dislike for her. She
stopped visiting except when it
was absoluÞely necessary.
"Every married women encounter problems in their marriage. I have
told you these several times. You
must go back to your husband and
work things out. I'm tired of
having you in my home. I've sent
for your father-in-law,he's coming to pick you" Medina said putting
her words into action by bringing
out her daughter's luggages.
Fridaws watched her mother in
tears,she could not believe she
could do this to her. "I will kill myself if you send me
back to that cursed family" she
threatened
"Kill yourself, I don't care" Medina
shouted at her
"Ma,don't say that,she's your daughter and you sh..." Aishat was
saying before Medina interrupted
her.
"Will you keep your dirty mouth
shut! Oh I see,you're the one
teaching my children against me. Furqan and Fawziah never agree to
whatever I tell them all thanks to
your inputs. Instead of you to face
your marriage,you're busy
pokenosing in matters that is none
of your business? What marriage am I speaking of? Is it the one that
has ended before it even began?"
Medina said,her voice raising with
every words she uttered. She
smiled inwardly seeing the shock
expression boldly written on Aishat's face. She decided to drop
'the juice'
"Haven't you heard that Furqan
have impregnated another lady?
Yes,Chantel the only daughter-in-
law I knew is pregnant for him. When he is done fooling himself
with you,he will divorce you
according to our plan and marry
Chantel. He only married
you,because of the condition
abdulmalik placed on the inheritance"
Every words she said was like an
acid,forming the words in her
mouth was rancid.
Her head spun into different
directions. Just when she thought things were getting better.
"Prenancy? Inheritance?" She
whispered to no one in particular.

Thank God for the little I've done tonight. May Allah spare each and everyone of us till tomorrow. Ameen.

Today is 23rd night of Ramadan, endeavour to wake up early and make supplication to the most high God.

Allahumo innaka affuwu tuhibul afwa fa'afuanni

Abuklaw: Thank God for the little I've done tonight. May Allah spare each and everyone of us till tomorrow. Ameen.

Today is 23rd night of Ramadan, endeavour to wake up early and make supplication to the most high God.

Allahumo innaka affuwu tuhibul afwa fa'afuanni

Amin...May He grant us that which is the best for us..Allahumo Ajirni mina nar...Amin..

Hmmm may Allah protect us against evil women like medinah waiting 4 updates plssss......

Abuklaw: Thank God for the little I've done tonight. May Allah spare each and everyone of us till tomorrow. Ameen.

Today is 23rd night of Ramadan, endeavour to wake up early and make supplication to the most high God.

Allahumo innaka affuwu tuhibul afwa fa'afuanni

All glory be 2 Almighty Allah who continue us among those witness Ramdan from d begin till dis tym, May He spare our life till d end of it n witness more of it in dis life. Ramdan kareem 2 All my brodas n 6*s in Islam.May Allah reward us n count it as part of Ibaadah.

*****************
"Ma salam,,ma" she managed to
say holding back her tears
She couldn't stand her mother-in-
law
anymore,the woman talked lengthily about her parents
uncivility and her own stupidity for
being a party to their machinations.
She stood up to leave but her
mother-in-law instructed her to sit
back because she was not through with her. She had sat down to
listen to insults and more. Fridaws
couldn't come to her aid as she
was besides herself with tears.
She took the backyard not wanting
anyone to see her. She hoped her mother-in-law was wrong about
Furqan. What would be her gain?
Turning him into a responsible
man for another woman's benefit?
No
"Audhu billahi mina shaytan ni rojim" she said
She didn't like the train of her
thoughts.
"The anger is of shaytaan and
shaytaan is made of fire and fire is
extinguished by water therefore whoso is in anger should make
ablution" Aishat repeated one of
the Prophet's hadiths.
She entered one of the bathrooms
and performed ablution. She
washed her right hand first three times and her left. Then her mouth
and nose;water into the mouth and
nose. She swished the water in her
mouth and sniffed a little into her
nose and sniffed it back out,then
spit it out three times. She washed her face three times
with both hands,her right arm then
left arm three times. She then wipe
her hair,back and front then she
wiped her ears once. She washed
her right left first,then left. She left the bathroom
relieved,ready to face the world
with all the problems it could bring.
Their relationship had soar higher
after her last discussion with
Zaynab while she had stopped picking Ibrahim's calls.
Furqan thoughts occupied her
mind day and nights. They talked
more during the day,even chatted
on whatsapp sharing Islamic
books while he talked about the lectures he listened to.
She remembered the day she was
teaching him Arabic letters,he was
arrogant and refused to say the
letters after her. He insisted he
would learn it from a man not a woman.
"Don't be Pharaohnic" was her
reply
"What's the meaning of
Pharaohnic?" He asked with
curiosity "Firaun was the arrogant king of
Egypt who considered himself as
the lord of the worldl ignoring
prophet Musa's messages Aishat
answered
"Tell me more" Furqan said,his interest piqued

With her mind occupied by
pleasant thoughts of Furqan,she
walked on a kissing couple
without seeing them. She opened
her mouth to apologise but a
hurtful sound came out,the couple was Furqan and a lady whom she
saw on her Nikkah.
"I can explain" Furqan said unsure
How did it happen? Why was this
happening? That was all his
confused mind could thought of. "Don't worry sweetheart I will do
the explanation. While you're at
home fooling yourself by acting
some sick duties of a wife,he was
with me spending his weekend in
my apartment. You remember those night he was not at home?"
Chantel said,wishing she would
take off her niqab so she could see
the expression on her face
"Shut up" Furqan shouted
"No,you shut up. If you are not man enough to tell her that you
married her because of your
father's threat about the properties
I will gladly help you." Chantel
retorted and face Aishat
"Did you think for a minute why he married you? I guess not. I'm
Chantel the lady pregnant for
Furqan and his soon to be wife
when he divorces you" Chantel
said happily.
She never thought her dreams could come through. She finally
met the Aishat,she was sure her
words would be the catalyst that
would speed up the divorce.

****************
"What happened to you back
there?" Ibrahim asked his
friend,khalid.
They were coming back from their
course mate house to see her parents. Ibrahim being the Amir of
their school,Imaam university
accompanied Khalid to seek
Hamidat's hands in marriage.
"I don't know,I just felt tongue-
tied in her presence. I couldn't even ask those questions I wrote
last night. I hope I didn't make a
fool of myself" Khalid groaned
while Ibrahim burst out laughing.
He did held himself from laughing
in the presence of Hamidat's parents but he couldn't control
himself anymore.
"Its not funny" Khalid glared at him
"It is. Who would think the
almighty Khalid would cower in the
presence of a lady"he said laughing again.
"Na you know. She likes me that's
all that matters"he said
"Reversed role; females are known
to be shy in the presence of their
suitor while the males are bold and daring"Ibrahim said
Khalid response was short lived by
the sound of the adhan,they kept
quiet and moved to the masjid.

Ibrahim brought out his phone re-
reading the sms his mother sent. It
was a short message but filled with
emotions. His programme would
end in a few weeks time and he
had planned to move to another state to carry out his plan but his
mother words"Make me happy for
once" kept ringing in his ears. The
paradise of a child lies in the feet of
the mother.
He picked his phone and dialled her number.
"Walaykum salam" Aishat replied
at the other end.
She had made up her mind over
the weekend to go with her initial
plan. There was nothing for her in Furqan's house. His mother dislike
her,he had his own agenda of
divorcing her for Chantel.
It was all her fault,how could she
believe he would change when he
had said it in many of their quarrels that he would not stay married to
her.
"You're not my choice,not now,not
ever!" He had said.
She'd thought he loved and care
about her,it was now obvious that it was pseudo-feeling.
"Aishat are you there?l ibrahim
asked.
He had been rabbiting on about
how she never called him.
"I'm sorry. What were you saying?" She asked him
He began to nag about how he
was neglected by her. For the first
time,she saw him for what he really
was;a child. A selfish child who
care about himself alone. But he was better than Furqan,he was
pious,he was not a cheat though
he's not focus and procrastinate a
lot.
"Gosh! I'm focusing on his
weakness"she said to herself. "Are you referring to me?" He
asked
He had expected her to scream
with excitement when he
mentioned he was coming home to
marry her according to their plan. "No,no. I was talking to myself.
What were you saying" she asked
and that led to another bouts of
complain from him.
"I'm sorry. I'm glad you're
coming"she lied. They talked about this and that and ended the call. She was unhappy,the prospect of him
coming to marry her did not excite
her like it used to.

********************** "Yay! The date is fixed" Daud said
with excitement to Furqan.
He had been chatting with Asiah
his wife-to-be on whatsapp with
her brother acting as a guardian so
the chat could be halal as possible. He had visited her parents and
asked for her hand in
marriage,they had agreed but
Asiah told him to wait till after her
final exams before they could get
married. "Congrats" Furqan said with no
emotion.
Daud decided to switched to the
problem at hand. He had asked
Furqan's permission to talk to
Aishat but he refused. Aishat insisted they should not involve
any third party even their parents.
"You've to settle this once and for
all" Daud said to him
Furqan bent his head in sadness.
The past weekend had been hell for him,he couldn't stand her
silence neither her tears. He
thought she would create a scene
at the party but she told him calmly
to take her home.
"How did Chantel got to know about the party?" Daud asked
"My mum,I guess" he replied
How Chantel got to know about
the party was not important. All he
wanted was to solve the issue
threatening his marriage. He wanted to involve his father,but
the old man had his own problem.
Marriage with his mother was hell
and he was too embarrassed to
seek Jamal's help,Aishat eldest
brother was nice to him. He did apologised that night,he
had said many things but all the
reaction he got from her was tears
and more tears. She had
completely locked in,she would
not talk to him,she would not eat and she was always in her veil,if
she was crying underneath he did
not know.
"I've you confirmed if the
pregnancy is yours" Daud asked
"She refused to see a doctor" he answered
So much for marrying a stranger,he
had no idea what she liked. Maybe
he should buy her Islamic
books,will that pacify her? She love
eating water melon and even had a funny poem for it.
"Its time for solat" Daud said
standing up.
He stood up too,he had been
performing solat for the past one
week after he had said the Shahada

THE CONTINUATION OF WHAT I HAVE WITH ME

**************
"Why are women inferior?" Ramat
asked the Amira of muslim women
society.
They just ended their monthly
programme,the Amira lectured them on the roles of muslim
women in the society. The women
had asked series of questions
which the Amira answered
correctly while some of them were
not comfortable with the lecture. One of them was Ramat,she had
waited till after the programme
before she approached her.
"How do you mean?" Alhaja
Medina in her Khimar asked her.
She once overheard some of the women gossiped about who was
married to one wealthy Alhaji and
was new in Islam. She had scolded
them for gossiping and also
explained to them it was one of the
major sins that make one answerable to God.
"The Prophet Muhammad(PBUH)
said that we should guard what
comes out from our mouth and
what's between our thigh"she told
them "Wearing of hijab,no parties,full
housewives" Ramat replied as they
moved out of the exquisite hall
which belong to the state
goverment. Alhaja Medina was
privileged to use it for her programme because the First lady
allowed her to.
The two moved to the garage
which housed beautiful cars. Her
car was the oldest model amongst
the car parked. The first lady had promised her to buy her a car that
befits her status as the Amira.
Alhaja Medina was glad she met
the first lady,the woman was
generous to her and her group.
She had provided her with all her needs even her business sales had
trippled. She only felt Abdulmalik's
absent a little
"Have you read suratul an-Nisa?"
Alhaja Medina asked her.
"No I don't know how to read the Quran" she answered
"Get a translated Quran or you can
ask your husband to teach you"
Alhaja Medina advised as they sat
in her little car and continued
"The concept of hijab is to guard a woman modesty,you will agree
with me that a lady dressed in an
improper way would be harassed
by men but the use of hijab will
force a man to respect a woman.
Wearing the hijab or niqab does not translate to chain,I'm sure
you've met many niqabites that
held high position in the society.
Islam gives a woman total
freedom. You don't have to drop
your father's name for your husband's. There is nothing called
housewife in Islam but
homemaker. People see
housewives as someone whose
duty is to clean and cook for her
husband but its different in Islam. Cooking for your husband is an act
of charity. Being a muslim does not
stop you from socialising. My dear
go and read suratul an-nisa"

Her conversation with Ramat
reminded her of her conversation
with the first lady. The woman had
invited her to a political meeting
but she declined because it was
against her deen. The woman did not relent,she sent her gifts and
money at first she refused them but
later she allowed herself to eat
haram which weakened her faith.
She started preaching politics to
her group which divided them. That was how her journey into
doom started.

**************
"Have you read today's papers?"
Abdulmalik asked his wife.
He was shocked to his bone marrow when she revealed
everything to him. Medina had
allowed herself to be bought with
material things. He blamed himself
for not appointing a guardian for
his family before he left. It was all his fault.
They had prayed and fasted for
days hoping Allaah would forgive
him and his family.
"No" Alhaja medina replied
She had been indoors scarred of going out of the house. Who
knows what could be lurking
around.
She made peace with everyone
whom ahe had offended including
her children. She had contributed immensely to their ruin. She shed
tears remembering the number of
people she misled. People who
saw her as a role model.
"You need to see this" Abdulmalik
said showing her the" Boom". "Washington flew out of the
country due to the alleged drug
business"
She did not bother to read the
storyline. If her godfather was not
in the country that means she was safe for sometime. She heaved a
sigh of relief and promised herself
to spend the remaining days of her
life in righting her wrongs.

************
Aishat scrambled to her feet,her
heart raced in excitement. Furqan
was home. Her husband was home
to start a new life with her. He was
at home so they could settle their differences.
His eyes looked tired from lack of
sleep,he must have been worried
like her. And why was the scrowl
back there? She moved closer to
him reaching forward to touch his face but he brushed her aside.
"Who is this?" He asked in anger
"Who?" She was confused until she
turned to his direction on the
couch they sat on before her
husband came. "Oh" she said raising her hands to
her mouth.
Ibrahim was still there. Why was
this happening? Today of all days?
"Salam alaykum" Ibrahim stood
up,extending his hand to the angry Furqan
"Walaykum salam" Furqan replied
looking up from the outstretched
hand to the face of the owner.
Who the hell was he?
"I'm Ibrahim" he introduced himself
"So?" Furqan wondered how that
explained his presence in his
home,sitting beside his wife.
"What the hell are you doing in my
house?" Furqan asked his voice raised in anger.
"He's a friend" Aishat said aloud
what her messed up mind was able
to think.
"When did you start keeping male
friends that almost cuddled you" Furqan screamed at her
"Ttaqullah" Aishat said crying
"I should fear Allah? Did you fear
Allah before bringing a man into
my house. What right does he have
sitting so closely to you? Is he your mahram?" He yelled at her

He left his wife and directed his
anger to the intruder in his home.
He wondered what Aishat saw in
him
"Who are you?" He asked
"Ibrahim,the man she was going to marry before she met you" he
replied
If anyone should be mad here,it
should be him. This man took what
rightly belong to him but he was
back and he would do everything within his power to get her back.
"That's not true" Aishat screamed
at the same time her husband
charged at Ibrahim with the water
melon in his hand.
The other man ducked it and ran to the entrance telling Aishat who
was besides herself with tears that
he would come back for her. That
was the last straw that broke the
camel's back.

Furqan chased him all the way to
the gate and was able to caught up
with him when he was struggling
to be out of the gate. He pulled at
his clothes threatening hell and
brimstone. "Wallah, I will skin you alive when
next you show up your ugly face
in my house. Pray there won't be a
next time" Furqan pushed him
forcefully out of his gate.
He turned to his gateman warning him never to open his gate for
strangers.
Aishat stood at the window
watching her husband,despite her
situation she smiled,Furqan looked
comical holding the water melon as if his life depended on it.
She made a mental note to
apologise to the gateman,it was all
her fault. She should have
entertained Ibrahim in her
compound. She prayed silently that Furqan
would understand her
explanations.
She saw the flowers lying helpless
on the floor. They were beautiful,it
was a mixture of purple and white her favorite colour. She picked it
up,a note fell off it.
"I love you Aishat Zubair"was
boldly written on it.
She sat there crying,he must have
planned a romantic evening for them

All praises and adorations are due to Allah, the lord of the worlds.

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Abuklaw: All praises and adorations are due to Allah, the lord of the worlds.

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oh Tanx....,U've called her four time and am very sure dat she will reply Us in tym n continue d remain one. Hajia...,We are waiting 4 U....pls dont let us wait long anymore...because U dont give us sometin anytin during Ramadan so pls give Us somtin b4 Sallah.
Ma~Salam.

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May Allah reward u abundantly. Zeinymira, waiting for u mum...come n update oo

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Jazaakumullahu khayran
Thanks. I will update soon

Zeinymira:
Jazaakumullahu khayran
Thanks. I will update soon

Really....,U dont knw ao hapi we shall all b. Hajia...,when n what tym?

Zeinymira:
Jazaakumullahu khayran
Thanks. I will update soon

Really....,U dont knw ao hapi we shall all b 2 hav U bk. Hajia...,when n what tym?