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Aishat Zubair-zeinymira by Abuklaw(m): 10:13pm On Jul 01, 2014 |
below is the excerpt of what i saved before Nairaland's holocaust. Chapter One. "An un believer!" Zubair Ahmad spat annoyingly. His friend Abdulmalik continued pacing the therapeutic office. His face and strides mirrored his inner feelings. Nervous and scared. He knew he failed in his duty. He shouldn't have entrusted the lives of his children into her hands, without a guardian. Women need guardians, so do men. Zubair stared at his tiled floor it bore evidence to his friend unending pace. His office had experienced it all from passive to aggressive people who hit his walnut desk just to expressed their feelings. He remembered his late friend Abdulsamad, who was a wealthy man and visited his office to escape from reality. He always wore a sad look, and often tell whoever that cared to listen that he wished he had no wealth. The irony of life. He was grateful he chose the career that gave him insight to human soul. " What about Furqan?" Zubair asked him. "He's coming home this weekend. His mother had kept a wife for him, an un believer" he replied. "Sit down, please" Zubair said. " I can't. Its like a fire is placed under my butt" Abdulmalik groaned " And you think standing alone can solve this problem? You will have to bend and prostrate,so you see that sabr is needed" Zubair switched to his professional mode. Abdulmalik sat for the first time in thirty minutes he stepped into the office. "My daughter is married to this Asri man and yet their mother is planning that Furqan should get married to this Asri lady. I kept repeating "Astaghafirillah" till she was out of my sight because of her unclad dressing. Zubair, advise me please." Abdulmalik pleaded. "It was all your fault. You should have moved your family to Saudi with you" Zubair said. "I was never in Saudi also, I was travelling to different countries to seek more knowledge and preaching Islam. See what my neglection of 6 years had cost me. I never knew Medina could be swayed easily. I need to get my family back" Abdulmalik said feeling dejected. "Furqan needs to be saved from this brimming hell. Is he a practising muslim?' Zubair asked him "Not really, but he is not on the same page with his mother. He was angry he married off his sister without my permission" he kept quiet, trying to quench the waging emotions within him. Zubair Ahmad bowed his head deep in thought. Only one idea keeps coming to his mind. His only daughter, Aishat Zubair. She was still single at 22 and kept rejecting suitors all in the name of waiting for an almost non existent Ibraheem.who was not mature enough to know what he wanted. "He's coming back bext weekend" Zubair said "Yes, Saturday" he replied. He had watched his friend bowed his head and knew help was coming. Whenever he bowed his head, he always come up with great idea. Allah blessed him with knowledge, wisdom and understanding. It was no surprse that when he was 27, he had rose to the level Sheikh. He had toured the whole 36 states of Nigeria and other neighbouring countries preaching Islam. When he was 33 he got married to Khadijat whom he had four children with; three boys and a girl. He owned a Madrasat where children and adults learn Arabic letters,tafsir and the Quran. He also had a guidiance and counselling clinic giving out free advice to people who are in dilemma and with the help of Allah he was able to solve their problem successfully. His friend case should not be different. "Khadijat will talk to your wife. Be patient with your family. Show them love, they have been neglected for too long" Zubair advised him. " I thought Medina understands. After Samad died without fulfilling his promise to be closer to Allah. I made a quick decision, I quit my job that demanded 18 hours per day. A job that made solat impossible for me. I made sure they lack nothing before I left, even while I was their I sent money to them. I can't fathom how Alhaja medina could turn all of a sudden to a disbeliever. Alhaja Medina." He said emphasising the Alhaja His wife had been to the only land before him countless time. It was obvious going to hajj almost every year did not increase her Eeman if not she would have battled the whisper of Shaytan. "There's no use crying over split milk. This is a trial and I assure you that insha Allah we will win this battle" zubair said reassuringly. Abdulmalik did not reply, he was tired of talking,all he wanted was to wake up from these nightmare. K"one thing keeps coming to my mind. Why is your son coming home?" Zubair asked "To settle down and get married" He answered "Good. I'm thinking of a marriage between him and my daughter" Zubair said unsure Abdulmalik could not believe his ears. A pious wife for Furqan. He never expected this much. "Zubair are you sure?" He asked concealing the joy in his voice " That's the only thing I could think of but you know I can't force her." Zubair said "Of course you can't . Islam frowns upon such. I only pray she will agree" Abdulmalik agreed " I will talk to her about it. Go home Abdulmalik,treat your wife with love and ignore the name calling. I will let you know when its convenient to visit my family for introduction" zubair informed. "Alhamdulillah" Abdulmalik said folding his hand in prayer. He left his friend clinic with new hope. He was going to win this battle. End of chapter one. Like it? Comment please 2 Likes 1 Share |
Re: Aishat Zubair-zeinymira by Abuklaw(m): 10:15pm On Jul 01, 2014 |
Chapter Two. "A masquerade! Tut, dad you disappointed me" Furqan said with irritation. He could not believe his nap was disturbed all in the name of meeting a lady who is so backward to dress like an ancient A®abianm " She's wearing a niqab to guard her modesty Abdulmalik explained to him "Of all the chicks in the world? A niqab wearer is what my dad could get for me! Cut the crap please, what modesty? What has modesty got to do with dressing in a way that is acceptable in this present century? I would have given mum's choice a chance if not that I don't like bleaching girls" he said angrily, punctuating his every word by hitting the car horn. Abdulmalik stared at his 27year old son who was busy chewing gum loudly just the way he did in the presence of Zubair. He had stepped on him trying to send a non verbal message but that did not deterred him. He regretted sending him to the United State of America. The boy came back with all sorts of manner ingrained in him. He wondered if the proposed marriage would work, Aishat deserved a better husband and that was not his son. "La ilaha ilallah Muhammadu rasulullah" he said with his last patience. "Dad you keep repeating this words since I arrived I hope what mum said about you is not true furqan said fed up with his dad's strange attitude. The old man had been acting weird since morning. First he instructed him to remove his earring and he screamed at the sight of the tattoo that adorned his arm. He insisted he wore a long sleeve before they stepped out of the house to visit Zubair's daugHter. His mother was indifference to the tattoo, all she was interested in was a prompt marriage between him and her Chairman's daughter. He met the lady whom his mother referred to as 'high class' because of her father's influence in politics. She was bleached out and all she talked about was trending fashion and when he asked her to change to the topic,she moved to celebrities "What did Medina say about me?" Abdulmalik asked "That you are a fanatic" he answered " I'm not surprised. Islam came as a stranger and it will leave like a stranger. Furqan don't be among the lost cause, we are in Þhe declining time" he said to his son "I don't understand, dad" Furqan said scraching his head. "You will, just open your mind to it. What do you think about Aishat?" He asked "She's not what I expected. I don't even know what she look like. Is that the way she always dress?" Furqan asked "Niqabnot a seasonal cloth and yes she only use the niqab if she not with heR mahram" he answereÐ "what did she study in school?" He asked "Islamic studies and she's also a fashion designer" Abdulmalik replied "Ick! Of all the courses in the world? What happened to studying law,Medicine,Pharmacy? I an Engineer cannot marry that dumb lady. What will I tell my friends?" Furqan said getting off the car he was so done talking to his father about a backward lady. "Ya Lateef please" Abdulmalik ******* "Auzubillah minashaitan nirajim" Aishat said to her father "Listen, I'm only suggesting am not imposing him on you" Zubair said "I can't sacrifice my happiness just because I want to save a family. Marriage is a lifetime and I doubt it would be with FÙrqan. Sheikh, did you see his hairstyle? His look? he even sagged. Is that who you want as a son-in-law? Aishat asked She was right. No responsible father-in-law would want Furqan as his son-in-law. He was busy chewing gum loudly and the way he talked was void of manner. But he promised to help his friend and his daughter seems to be the only solution. He had done isthiara the previous night and that validate his decision. It was a task to get his wife to Agree to his decision. "You keep rejecting suitors, do you intend to stay in my house forever?" Zubair asked her. "What suitors? Those ones do not meet my standard" she replied$ "Who does?" He asked again "Ibrahim" she answered Ibrahim Haruna was her course mate in the university. He sought her hand in marriage and promised to visit her family for the Nikkah ceremony but he never showed up in the Zubair's house. It's been two years now. "He will come for me when he's ready" Aishat said reassuring herself. "When you're thirty??" He asked her She did not reply,she was unsure herself. Ibrahim had these goals he wants to achieve before he gets married. He wants to have his own house, a Quranic school and do jihad for four years. "If you want to have a chance at marriage then you must forget about him and look at your other suitors. If you don't want Furqan choose someone else. You're not getting younger almost all your friends are married" Zubair advised her "Ma salam" he added as he closed the door behind him hoping he had not pounce on her with his words. "She's through with her education,she has learned the Quran what's more she has her own job. She has to get married" Zubair said to himself. |
Re: Aishat Zubair-zeinymira by Abuklaw(m): 10:17pm On Jul 01, 2014 |
Aishat Zubair fashion designing house was filled to the brim with customers who came to buy new design for scarf, khimars.niqab,hijabs and other Islamic clothings for men and women. Her childhood dream was to become a fashion designer and she was grateful to Allah who blessed her parents that were such a huge supporter of her dream. When she was 6, she had started designing patterns and sewing dresses with needle and thread for her dolls. Her mother took her to a fashion designer who taught her how to sew with sophisticated machines. She gained admission into the university of Ibadan to study Islamic studies at age 17. During her stay in school, she rented a small shop cutting and sewing clothes for mates and neighbourhood. Her customers love her for her humility and diligence. As good talent rarely stays in the background, her customers grew into a large number she got a bigger shop and men and women from all walks of life visit her shop purchasing their heart desire. She had 3 employees and 10 apprentice who helped her with the sales and marketing of her goods. Zaynab Ali manoeuvred her way through the bustling crowd up to Aishat's office "Salam alaykum" Zaynab greeted "Walaykum salam. Come in" Aishat returned her greeting. She went inside full of smiles,she knew her friend would be happy to see her. "Zaynab" Aishat screamed happily as she removed her niqab. "You're big now" she said "Its only five months" Zaynab replied The duo moved to the long couch in the office. Zaynab looked around her, admiring the decor. The office was colourful with Aishat's paintings. She loved to paint about nature when she was not designing patterns and creating new styles. "Girl, you've to think of selling these beautiful piece of artwork" Zaynab said "I only paint for fun. I don't think anyone would be interested in buying them" Aishat replied. For the first time in weeks,she looked around her, her office was beautiful. She was glad her mother did the decoration. "My dear, these paintings are awesome anyone who love art will appreciate them" Zaynab said " Mum said so too. They are just paintings" Aishat replied with a shrug and added "How's marriage life treating you?" "Marriage is great my dear, we only had 5 quarrels in 5760 hours" she replied laughing as she flipped through the drawing book lying on the couch "Wow! And your tummy what happened to it?" Aishat teased her friend "You need to ask? Just wait till after 4 months when I will drop a bouncing baby girl, insha Allah" Zaynab replied rubbing her tummy "Are you happy?" She asked "Can't you tell with my radiant smile? I'm fizzing with it" she answered,ticking the designs she loved in the drawing book. Zaynab Alli married her childhood friend Qazeem Uthman, the only son of Alhaji Uthman who owned the biggest Animal farm in Nigeria called"Mamza Animal farm". The two met at a charity project organised by Qazeem's father and they became friends. While she remained in Nigeria studying Sociology at university of Ibadan, he was at Copenhagen university studying Agricultural Economics. He came back and proposed to Zaynab who accepted his proposal with joy. They formalised their union, though it was hard convincing Qazeem's family because they already chose a bride for him without his knowledge. "I'm glad you're happy" Aishat said embracing her "Thank you. You're the only one who is not married in our group" Zaynab informed her "That's not true, Ruqquyat is not married" Aishat replied Zaynab calmly brought out an invitation card and gave it to her. Aishat saw her friend's name and Abdulazeez boldly printed on the card. The nikkah ceremony would take place early February and her eyes misted with tears. End of chapter two. Thanks for the comments. |
Re: Aishat Zubair-zeinymira by Abuklaw(m): 10:19pm On Jul 01, 2014 |
I have also lost chapter 3 and 4 to personal hackers. Lol |
Re: Aishat Zubair-zeinymira by Abuklaw(m): 10:45pm On Jul 01, 2014 |
................ Chapter Four.............................. In his anger,he held the steering and sped along the highway admist curse and yell from his fellow road users. He rolled down his window side and swore calling them learners for not driving according to his own rule. ",na this kind madness you wan take start marriage?" One of the passengers said to him. He sped on ignoring them, his car was designed with horrible ribbons with"Newly weds" boldly written on the car plate. All these was done against his wish, just like marrying her. He shook his head in disbelief, his father had threatened to disown him if he did not get married to the uncivilised Aishat who allowed herself to be manipulated into a loveless marriage by her parents and his father. From time immemorial, women are known to get married for love or money. Why did she marry him? It was certainly not for his wealth because her parents are wealthy. It was not for love either, whywould she agree to marry him when she knew he had no feelings whatsoever for her. He laughed out loud. His situation was amusing to him. He never for once imagined he would marry a lady whom he had no intimacy with. Worst of it all he had no idea what she looked like. Maybe she was a man hiding under a veil. One thing was certain she would be ugly, very ugly that explained her reason for using a veil. "It's a man's world anyway" He said to himself. Fortunately for him Chantel agreed to continue with their liaison even though he was now married. He smiled to himself there was no reason to be angry. Aishat wanted marriage, marriage she would get. He drove through a lonely road leading to the estate he now lived. He was lucky enough to secure the position of a managing director in an oil company. His company provided for him a three bedroom flat and a Toyota Camry though he had his own car. He was happy to moved out of his parents house, he was tired of being a referee to their unending quarrels. He only pitied his younger sister, Fawziah. The girl had burst into tears when he was leaving, he hope for her sake their parents would settle their fight because it was affecting her emotionally. He pressed angrily the car horn, John the gateman chose to be deaf tonight of all nights when his patients had gone with the wind. He got out of his car and banged angrily at the gate. That was what woke Aishat from her sleep. |
Re: Aishat Zubair-zeinymira by Aisha800(f): 10:50pm On Jul 01, 2014 |
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Re: Aishat Zubair-zeinymira by Abuklaw(m): 10:59pm On Jul 01, 2014 |
I now have the whole data Zeinymira. I should have continue posting it here but I thought otherwise because I won't like to receive compliment for some one else glory. |
Re: Aishat Zubair-zeinymira by Svelte98(f): 12:55am On Jul 02, 2014 |
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Re: Aishat Zubair-zeinymira by Zeinymira(f): 5:15pm On Jul 02, 2014 |
Abuklaw: I now have the whole data Zeinymira. I should have continue posting it here but I thought otherwise because I won't like to receive compliment for some one else glory.Alhamdulillah Aishat Zubair is back. I'm sorry I didn't protect this story by having a back up but we all have learnt our lesson. Please go ahead with the posting and I will just create time to update the concluding part. Thank you very much. Jazzakumullah khayran 1 Like |
Re: Aishat Zubair-zeinymira by ZUBY77(m): 7:17pm On Jul 02, 2014 |
Its a Pity. 1 Like |
Re: Aishat Zubair-zeinymira by Abuklaw(m): 10:01pm On Jul 02, 2014 |
.................Chapter four continues................. Aishat despite the raging emotions going on within her, put up a smile for the benefit of her ]friends who were dressing her up for her Nikkah ceremony.. Ruqquyat, the latest bride amongst them talked non-stop about her Nikkah ceremony while Zaynab laid on the bed resting, the Nikkah activities around had weaken her and she was still in shock that aishat agreed to marry Furqan, someone who has no Islamic knowledge and the only reason for the marriage was to save the Abdulmalik's family which was not reasonable to her even to the world at large. "Are you sure this your decision is not borne out of desperation?" She had asked her. "No,trust me girlfriend I know what am doing" Aishat assured her. They had went shopping for the Nikkah ceremony, Aishat whose favourite colour was purple insisted that her friends should buy purple wears and most of her Nikkah clothing decorations was purple mixed with other colour. The whole shopping took its toll on them,she never knew planning a Nikkah could be that stressful. She had wanted a small ceremony but with many of her customers and young friends at Madrasat, a large ceremony was inevitable. "Sorry o, iya ibeji" Maryam teased her. "Its not your fault o"Zaynab replied. "This make up is too much" Aishat complained to Azeezat,her brother eldest wife. "Exactly what a bride should look like,your husband will like it" Ruqquyat said giggling "Stop pouting and frowning, its your Nikkah and stop complaining about everything" Lateefah was pissed Aishat stared at the mirror,she was actually pouting and frowning. She was tired of pretending, pretending that she was happy. Azeezat was fed up with her,she had made up her face more than five times and she was not satisfied. "I'm sorry everyone" Aishat apologised for the umpteenth time. "Blame it on wedding hormone" Ruqquyat said laughing. "I hope this is the last time you will apologise for your naughty behaviour" Maryam sighed, she did not understand her friend,she had been terrific in the morning screaming "I'm getting married"and telling everyone who was within earshot what she would miss about her home. But now she was being naughty. Her mother came inside her room while her friends excused her. "Mummy" she cried,throwing her arms around her. "You'll ruin your make up"She said cleaning her tears. "Listen Aishat,your marriage was just like mine the only difference is that we are practising muslims. I knew nothing about him. It was tough in the beginning, but today we are happy" She said her face glowing with remembrance. "Be patient my dear, I believe it will end well. When your father told me, I prayed to Allah that it shouldn't happen if it is not what pleases him. Come here" She said pulling her into a warm embrace. The ceremony began immediately after the Asri prayer on Juma'at day in one of the halls of the prayer centre. Her husband and some of his friends sat on the special seats provided for them while she sat with her friends at the other end. The congregations in their beautiful and decent clothes sat at the centre of the hall. Her Imam, Sodiq Abdulkareem said the opening prayer and recited the khutba which include three verses of taqwa and a hadith about marriage also exhorting the couple and the people presents to fear Allah and attain taqwa. After the khutba, the Imam asked the couple if they give consent to the marriage, Aishat answered while it took her to be husband forever to reply. She thought her marriage would end before it begun, the Imam repeated his question and Furqan after coughing gave a yes as the answer. After their responses, the Imam and the congregation recited; "Barak Allahu laka wa Baraka alayka wa jama'a Baynakuma bikhayr" "May Allah bless you and have His blessing descend upon you And unite you in goodness" Imam Sodiq made dua for other couples present. The Nikkah ceremony ended well in the sight of the congregations. But the newly weds were tormented by fear and anger. The congregation ate and drank to their satisfaction. Her mother-in-law however was absent. 2 Likes |
Re: Aishat Zubair-zeinymira by Zeinymira(f): 4:13am On Jul 06, 2014 |
Update please. I'd like to talk to you outside Nl,but my email isn't working@Abuklaw |
Re: Aishat Zubair-zeinymira by Abuklaw(m): 6:23pm On Jul 06, 2014 |
Zeinymira: Update please.I'll update soon in sha Allah. I've been busy and sick at the same time for the past few days. You can mail me at abuk4u@gmail.com |
Re: Aishat Zubair-zeinymira by Abuklaw(m): 6:39pm On Jul 06, 2014 |
Aishat sat in her husband car waiting for him to take her to their new home. Herr luggages Had been arranged to be taken to her new home the following day The groom disappeared after the Nikkah ceremony was over. All efforts to reach him on phone was futile. She was left to thank the guests all by herself. When she got tired of answering questions about the missing groom, she went inside her room. She looked around the room she lived in since she was a child, she was leaving everything to start a new life. An unknown life. Now she would pretend to enjoy her new life. "I don't deserve this"She cried into her pillow "Aishat, he's back" Zaynab said and stopped when she didn't get a reply from her "You're crying again" She added and drew her into a warm embrace. "Pretty brides don't cry, clean your tears" She said while Aishat obediently cleaned her face with her hand. "You're married and every step you take now should be on staying married. Tears will solve nothing and you need your strength. Even though I think your decision is crazy but what do I know? Allah knows best." Zaynab said to her She sat in the car watching him and some of his friends talking to a lady who was busy throwing herself on him. She began to wonder what relationship the two must have had to warrant such display of affection for a man on his wedding day in the presence of his wife. She could not make out what they were discussing but she heard some words that were meaningless at first but when she put them together,they made sense. "Tonight?" "Bach eve" "I'll be there" She sighed,if fhe thought she would tolerate bullshit from him,then he must be joking. "This marriage will be interesting" she said closing her eyes. Furqan entered his car annoyed that he was married to Aishat whose head was wobbled to one side was still in the car despite what he and Chantel did. He had done his best to annoy her by being silent when the Imam asked for his consent, he had hoped she would end the marriage right there but that did not deterred her, she was hell bent on marrying him. He even disappeared switching off his phone hoping they would all get the message, instead his father and other significant trailed him to a joint where he was having fun. He was glad his friends organised a belated bachelor's eve party for him. That would be an escape from the harsh reality of being married to someone he had No iota of feeling for. |
Re: Aishat Zubair-zeinymira by Abuklaw(m): 6:45pm On Jul 06, 2014 |
"What's wrong?" Aishat asked the angry Furqan who was banging the gate like a mad man unconcerned that he was disturbing his neighbours. "Remove that veil if it is obstructing your view. Can't you see we are locked outside?" He yelled at her. Wow! This husband of hers had a bad temper. She pitied whoever was inside, he would bear the wrath of his anger. But why is he angry? She was the one who had the right to be angry, pissed and mad. "Get me my phone." He barked at her. She scrambled back to the Jeep,searching the driver's seat for his phone. She had no idea what she was searching for looked like. So much for marrying a stranger. "I can't find it" Aishat told him. "Are you sure you checked well?" Furqant asked not waiting for her reply. He went ahead to search for his phone, it was then it dawned on him to check his pockets. He found it and dialled John's number. "Oga, I don die o" John said in a dying voice. "Just get the hell here and open the damn gate and while you are at it make sure you are with your belongings. You're so done here" He shouted angrily "Oga 504" John said again. He remembered he gave him a bottles of alcoholic drink called 504 on his way to his wedding ceremony. The old man had insisted he should had one more bottle to it for proper celebration of the wedding. What started as a celebration for him turned into sorrow as he remembered his misfortunes and lost love. He cried his eyes out and drunk himself to stupor. He crawled on his vomit and reached the gate, with his last strength he unlocked the padlock while Furqan opened the gate wider and drove in. "Furqan" Aishat called with urgency in her voice. The gateman was throwing up and gasping for breath. She helped him loosen his tight clothing while Furqan brought water. They poured it on him till he became concious. "I hope next time you won't be greedy" he said to John who was holding his head as if he was in a great pain. "You need to take him to the hospital" Aishat said to her husband "This late night?" He asked incredulously "But its not too late to go to a Bach eve" She said and clapsed her hand over her mouth, that was not what she wanted to say! "So you heard? I'm glad you did" He retorted " How are you John" She asked the gateman ignoring him." "Madam, my head is pounding, 501 is a devil" he replied ldo you have paracetamol?" She asked and he nodded in affirmative. "Alcohol is the mother of all evils. Look at what it turned you into,a horrible sight and to think we are meeting for the first time. Why will you consume a drink that has no benefit for you? Tomorrow, insha Allah I will give you juice that is hundred percent fruit, it is better than alcohol. Go and take care of yourself we will talk tomorrow"Aishat said dismissing him. Furqan watched the drama that unfolded before him with interest. His wife was full of confidence as she lectured the old man who was twisting his fingers and nodding his head like a nursery two pupil. "Can we go inside please?" Aishat asked him. She was feeling cold and hungry. Her stomach was rioting, she had not had a good meal except the little rice she ate before her Nikkah ceremony. She stared at Furqan who was looking relaxed,the traces of anger on his forehead had disappeared. He looked more handsome, if only he would stop being angry. "We?" He asked raising his eyebrow. He threw a bunch of key at her, that brought her back to reality. "Have a good night, Mrs Malik. I'm going out to catch fun" he drawled She stood transfixed,watching him drove out of the garage. "John,come and open this gate" he screamed. The ever faithful John came out of his abode, he opened the gate wider for hiss boss to drive out. "Its Friday night madam, oga no dey miss am. He loves clubbing" John said to her. "Alright John,have a good night" she said to him. The pangs of hunger jolted her from her reverie. She looked at the spacious compound adorned with multicoloured flowers and rows of palm trees toned down the stark white colour of the house. The entrance to the house was magnificent archways, she unlocked the entrance door which led into the sitting room that boast of dark mahogany sofas which was complemented by marbled flooring. The windows were draped with dramatic blue coloured velvet curtains done up with frills and tassels. Her stomach grumbled,she knew she had all the time to look at the decoration and she allowed her feet took her to the kitchen which was sparkingly clean. She searched for ingredients to cook jollof rice but found none. She settled for yam and fried eggs. With her wedding cloth on her,she peeled,washed and boiled the yam. She took her meal to the sitting room and ate hungrily. It was past mid-night and he was not back. She removed her wedding dress and slept on the couch. The three bedrooms were locked and the keys he gave her could not unlock them. Sleeping on a couch on a wedding night. Cooking with the wedding dress. The groom missing on a wedding night. "So much for a wedding night" she sobbed. |
Re: Aishat Zubair-zeinymira by Abuklaw(m): 6:53pm On Jul 06, 2014 |
"So much for a wedding night" Furqan said hissing. This was one of his worst nights. He was in the middle of nowhere stranded and hungry. He switched on his dead phone hoping there would be some sort of miracle but the battery was drained. The numerous calls and messages that bombarded his bold5 earlier on drained his battery. They were wishing him a blissful marriage. Blissful marriage indeed! He had left the house to prove a point to her that he could not be controlled. She was so full of herself,she admonished his gateman and the man like the sissy he was nodded obediently to her words. Not in his life would he allow a woman talk to him that way. Not ever! He was far away from the estate when it dawned on him that he still had his wedding clothes on. "Damn!" He hit his fist on the car. He hated his trouser,it was above the ankle. He had refused to participate in any of his Nikkah preparation. He did not allow the tailor to measure him,and the 'professional' tailor guessed his size which resulted to a jumped trouser,he had fought with everyone that morning that they wanted to turn him into a fanatic. He checked his wrist watch it was past 11,the estate was usually lock 11 on dot. He was in no mood to explain to the security officers where he was coming from. He drove on then it came to him like a revelation that he had no idea where the party was. He decided to check the popular hotels his friends frequented. The worst happen again, his car suddenly stopped at the bridge exit. The motorists behind him yelled at him for stopping. He quickly got out of the car and checked the battery and engine, there was nothing wrong it looked perfect to him. All his efforts to bring back the car to life went futile. He decided to search for a road side mechanic. ********************* Aishat woke up with a start,her instinct was at it again. It was time for Tahjuud. Over the years she had trained herself to perform tahjuud every night except when she was off solat. She always woke up with or without alarm. It was then she looked around her,it was all pictures ranging from footballers to Unclad celebrities. The sitting room was unfit for prayer and the other rooms where locked. She got to work and removed the pictures,it was a great task as there were lots of it and she wasn't that tall. By the time she was through, she had become tired. She managed to drag herself to the bathroom to perform ablution. She performed two rakkah and listened to the Quranic verses on her phone till she slept off. End of chapter4********** |
Re: Aishat Zubair-zeinymira by Zeinymira(f): 3:52pm On Jul 08, 2014 |
Abuklaw: I'll update soon in sha Allah. I've been busy and sick at the same time for the past few days.Eeya I'm sorry bout that. I sent u a msg,let me know if you get it |
Re: Aishat Zubair-zeinymira by Abuklaw(m): 6:20pm On Jul 08, 2014 |
Zeinymira:I have replied the mail ma'am. Jazakallahu khairan for your wishes. |
Re: Aishat Zubair-zeinymira by Alicapapaya(f): 6:38pm On Jul 15, 2014 |
Hello Abuklaw, hope ur good now and strong, I am a silent reader and also a Christian but I love stories that go the way your writing, I only got to follow after the holocaust. Pls do update soonest and God will see you thru. God bless you mightily. |
Re: Aishat Zubair-zeinymira by Abuklaw(m): 7:16pm On Jul 15, 2014 |
Alicapapaya: Hello Abuklaw, hope ur good now and strong, I am a silent reader and also a Christian but I love stories that go the way your writing, I only got to follow after the holocaust. Pls do update soonest and God will see you thru. God bless you mightily.thanks for the wishes. The story isn't originally mine but the writer has given me a green light to go ahead. I'm sorry for the inconsistence, it can be attributed to the fact that i'm not a writer. |
Re: Aishat Zubair-zeinymira by Abuklaw(m): 7:24pm On Jul 15, 2014 |
..........Chapter five............ The events of last night had taught Furqan that being angry was a waste of emotion. The reality was he's married. A marriage that was forced on him. He swore to make life difficult for he that she would beg for a divorce. He paced around impatiently waiting for the mechanic to be done with his car. The young man had tried explaining what went wrong with his car but he was not interested. His mind was occupied, he found it difficult he allowed himself to be coerced into a loveless marriage. He was 27years old for crying out loud. A man. No wonder Chantel called him a sissy when he broke the 'sad' news to her. "Oga, I'm through" the roadside mechanic informed. He handed him his fees. With new plans etched in his mind,he drove home smiling happily. At the gate, John greeted him with the news that his father sent a message. He collected the small envelope from him and opened it. His father wrote him a short letter,the man was so old fashioned. Furqan despite himself smiled,his calligraphy handwriting brought back memories. His father never really had time for them but whatever chance he got he do write them. Sometimes it would be a sentence or more like"Daddy loves you" he was always happy to show his friends. But he broke his heart when he sent him to a boarding school when he was twelve because their mother was neck deep in her business and there was no one to take care of them. He sighed,those years in boarding house was hell for him. He felt lonely and stopped caring. He read the letter,he and his wife was invited to an Islamic marriage counselling. His father felt it would be the best as they were newly wedded. His anger began to accelerate, what was the counselling about? As far as he was concerned no amount of counselling would save his marriage because it was going to end in less than two months when she would not be able to stand the heat. He would happily marry the love of his life,Chantel. "Damn" He cursed, his battery was down. He was sure his friends would be worried about him and Chantel would be mad. It must have really embarrassed her that he didn't show up, knowing Chantel she would have packed all her friends to the club to show them her prince charming. He could handle that, a trip to a shopping mall would pacify. Chantel loves shopping. He knew something was amiss in his sitting room… as he stepped inside. The piled up clothes on the couch and the walls were bare of pictures. "Aishat" He shouted heading for the rooms which were locked. He remembered he had not given her the keys to the room. It was intentional and he would do everything he can to make her short stay unbearable. He headed for the kitchen. There he saw her. No,a new her. She was not wearing her veil,not even her clothes. She was clad in her underwear. He stood at the door mesmerised by what he was seeing. She was light-skinned, long legged even though she was petite. Her hair was long and very dark in colour. He could not see her face because she bent over something. Was this his wife? He could not believe it. She possessed so much beauty. He could almost thank his head for his machinations. He really wanted to see her face so he cleared his throat that got her attention. She turned around with startled eyes and ran past him to the sitting room. Her face was even more beautiful. She met his requirement in a woman except her height but a man can not have it all. She came back to the kitchen with her Niqaab on. He was annoyed she hid the object of his lust. "Salam alaykum" she greeted. He did not reply. Whatever that means was none of his business. Why would she wear the veil when he was enjoying the perfect view. "I can see you are so eager to perform your wifely duty" He snarled. She was frying eggs. She was going to eat it all by herself because he doesn't eat egg except it was omelette. "A responsible woman cooks for her husband" was her reply "A husband that you forced yourself on? I can't believe with your level of education you could agree to my father and your parents machinations. What education I'm I talking about? Islamic studies? He scoffled He was glad he had someone he could vent his anger on. The past few weeks had been hell for him. All he kept hearing was" I will disown you"." I won't forgive you". It was as if the universe was against him all because he had initially refused a marriage with Aishat Zubair. He could not remember how he agreed to marry her, even his mother retreated. "Islamic studies is better than the civil engineering you studied" Aishat said. "Excuse me? Did I hear you right? What do you know about engineering? I guess nothing. You must be high on something new and cheap to think your course is better than mine" Furqan said laughing. This lady knew nothing. Engineering to him was the father of all courses. The world begins and ends with engineering. She obviously had not been out of Nigeria. He was certain she had live all her life in Ibadan. "Just like you don't even have an idea about.*Mar-rabukkah, Maa deenuka, Maa nabiyukal" She retorted. He looked lost, what's with these Arabic here and there. Aishat stucked her tongue at him. She was glad she was wearing her niqab, he won't see her. 1 Like |
Re: Aishat Zubair-zeinymira by Tytylorpe(f): 9:29am On Jul 16, 2014 |
Salam alaykum Bro Abuklaw....,Ramadan Mubarak. Tanx 4 d update n I hp my 6ta will continue d story in time because everybody wish 2 knw d end of it. Ma~Salam. |
Re: Aishat Zubair-zeinymira by Abuklaw(m): 2:22pm On Jul 16, 2014 |
Tytylorpe: Salam alaykum Bro Abuklaw....,Ramadan Mubarak. Tanx 4 d update n I hp my 6ta will continue d story in time because everybody wish 2 knw d end of it. Ma~Salam.wa alaykum salam sister. She promised to complete it after I'm through with the updates. |
Re: Aishat Zubair-zeinymira by Tytylorpe(f): 5:02pm On Jul 16, 2014 |
Abuklaw: wa alaykum salam sister. She promised to complete it after I'm through with the updates. okey Sir. Tanx |
Re: Aishat Zubair-zeinymira by Abuklaw(m): 5:20pm On Jul 16, 2014 |
She ignored him and continue with her cooking. There was no food items in the kitchen except eggs,yams,and half-eaten slice bread that was kept in the freezer. She sighed deeply,how would she ask him money for food items? She was sure he would chew her raw before she could pronounce"M-O- N-E-Y" It was his damn responsibility to provide her food,clothing and shelter but did he know that? She looked at him from the corner of her eyes, his face had softened,all traces of anger was erased. She knew he was affected by her body,she made a mental note to always wear her niqaab whenever he was around. It was not in her plan to seduce him and she would not include it. Once her mission was fulfilled she would divorce him. When the food was done,she sets the dinning table and filled the flask with hot water. She took some fried eggs to the gate man who was full of thanks. He filled her in on how the house was run. The cleaning of the house was done by Akpan every three days and he proudly announced that he was the security officer of the house. Aishat smiled,the man was funny. He cleared his throat, and started whispering about Furqan escapades but she moved away and told him it was wrong to gossip. He apologised and promised never to repeat such. She took a tour round the house, the multi-coloured flowers was a beauty to behold. At the extreme end of the house was a basket ball court and a swimming pool. She stared at the pool longingly,she wanted to dive into it and swam like a fish. Its been long she got into the water. She left the pool deciding that she had enough view. She was hungry, she wasn't sure if Furqan would eat her food but she would invite him anyway. She got in and met an angry Furqan. He was back at looking scary. "You don't like the food?" She asked him "I don't like what you did to my sitting room. Where are my pictures? He thundered. She was scared,she moved backward as he was all smokes. How would she explain to him that pictures was haram in the house because the angels do not visit homes that had pictures. Furqan was annoyed,who the hell was she to change his orderly home? Barely 24 hours of her presence these changes were happening. "What right do you think you have to remove my pictures?" He asked approaching her menacingly. Her fear grew,she cowered to the extreme end of the sitting room. Heights intimidated her, that was why she hated tall guys. "I'm sorry" she muttered. She could not believe she said that. But she had no choice,she was scared of him. He stopped In his track, he could not believe his ears. Aishat apologised. The overly confident Aishat apologised. What was she scared of? That he would hit her?. He laughed out loud. He would never hit a woman,they were too fragile. He felt sad for scaring the hell out of her. He moved closer to her to apologise but she misinterpreted his move and ran to the other end. Then her phone rang. Aishat was grateful for the distractction. "Walaykum salam" she replied. It was her father-in-law. He called to remind them about the marriage counselling programme. She told him she was not informed about it,it was then he requested his son should be given the phone.. Father and son bickered throughout their conversation which ended with him throwing the annoying device away. It wasn't funny as it hit the flower vase at the centre of the table. It broke into pieces,not only the vase but the phone screen. She stared in horror, the phone was the parting gift from Ibrahim. It was her only link to him. Furqan regretted his action,he wished he did not allow his anger took the better part of him. He wanted to apologise but his ego would not allow him. He consoled himself that it was her fault, he was living in peace before she came to destroy it. "Get dress Mrs. Malik,its your day"he snarled heading to the bathroom. ******************** The Zubair's family was friendly and noisy. Furqan for the first time in many years allowed himself to enjoy the warmth of family. They had come with her belongings. All of them,her parents and brothers. He felt intimidated at first but Jamal,the eldest brother engaged him in conversation and they found out they had many things in common. The rest of the brothers were cool with him. Sodiq was the closest to her. The two were fond of each other and it was obvious he was her favourite. Furqan wished he had such a close-knitted family. He never really had a relationship with his elder sister even though she was only two years older than him. Throughout their stay in the boarding school, they were not known as siblings not even friends. Each of them was mourning their lack of love. The worst of it all was the arrival of Fawziah who cancelled his position as the last child. He sighed,he hate to think of those days that harbour pain and loneliness. The Zubair's family bade them goodbye after exchanging handshakes and hugs. Aishat was sad at their departure,she braced herself not to cry,this was now her temporary home,she promised to make the best out of it. She took her belongings inside the room Furqan unlocked. The bedroom was large and beautiful. It has a closed door which opens into a large bathroom and toilet. There was nothing for a bride like her to do in the afternoon but to unpacked. She doubted he would forgive her for what she told Imam Saheed Mudashir,the marriage counsellor about him. She smiled as she remembered the programme and the questions that were asked. "Tell us one thing you like in your wife"Imam Saheed directed his question at him. "She's beautiful" he replied while the Imam nodded. "Tell us one thing you like about your husband" he asked her. What's there to like about him? He was pig-headed. "He's handsome" she said and saw him smiled triumphantly The imam advised them to be closer to Allah and love each other for the sake of their creator. If they love each other for wealth,beauty and other material things it would not last. "What's it you don't like about your partner?" He directed the question to them. "She does things without seeking my permission" he replied and that angered her. Without thinking twice she spit her own venom"he is so insensitive,impatient,easily annoyed,unreasonable,un..." The Imam stopped her. "Insha Allah,he will change,be patient" he counselled her on the roles of a married woman in Islam while Furqan eyes was throwing daggers at her. She felt bad for saying those words and decided to apologise once they get home Furqan had really wanted to start a war with her but the Zubair's family saved her. |
Re: Aishat Zubair-zeinymira by Abuklaw(m): 5:23pm On Jul 16, 2014 |
***************** He looked up from his meal,his mouth full of the spaghetti he bad- mouthed earlier on when he dropped by in the kitchen. She smiled inwardly,she wondered what husband on this planet Earth monitored his wife cooking as if she would add something poisonous. "What is this?" He asked eyeing her suspiciously. She had learned to look anywhere but the expanse of clean male body whenever he slung his towel around his hip. His body was magnificent and it do send her head spinning whenever she look. She found the squash interesting and started washing. "I'm cooking spaghetti squash,what does it look like to you?" She asked rolling her eyes. "Trash. Listen, I didn't give you my money to cook this thing neither am I a guinea pig that you will use to practise your cooking skills" he replied while opening the next pot. It was boneless chicken. He wanted to dip his hand inside before he remembered her warning the last time he did. "I don't appreciate you coming here and dipping your hand inside my pot" she had said His hand was still in mid-air when he noticed her narrowed eyes. "What's IVC?" He asked swallowing his mouthful. "Islamic vocational course" she answered "What about it?" He asked picking up the chicken with the fork on his left hand. She had told him using the left hand to eat was eating with Shaytan that was why she quit using the fork and knife but he would not listen. "I'm going there this weekend" she informed. "I hope its not one of those cooking class you joined" he said "It is an Islamic vocational course, not Islamic vanilla class"She replied rolling her eyes for the millionth time today. Furqan had thrown a fist when she told him about the cooking class organised for muslim women on Sundays. He complained about how their would be no one to cook for his friends whenever they showed up to play basketball. That was the reason she joined the class,she did not like his friends they always came with noises and some ladies who wore provocative dresses. "I pray your eyes don't pop out one day" Furqan said. She had the bad habit of rolling her eyes whenever he talks "Mot your business"she muttered under her breath "What did you say?"He asked No reply. "You're going to IVC this weekend?" He asked as if his brain just processed the information. "Yes" she answered "What will I be eating?" He asked almost shouting. He could not imagine a day without eating one of her delicious meal. The only good thing she had brought to their marriage was her good cooking skills. She was tempted to tell him to go back to wherever he ate those days he refused to touch her food but she kept her lips firmly tight and engaged herself by packing the plates. "I will cook different food and keep them in the freezer for you so..." She was saying before he cut her off. " I don't eat stale food, I eat fresh food" "Then you cook" she retorted. "Its your duty to cook" he said,his eyes daring her to argue. Aishat knew when to keep quiet and this was one of those time. If she had argued he would remind her on the history of their marriage. "I want more" he announce while she groaned inwardly. It was time for her to recite the Quran and here he was sending her on an errand. She served him the last of the spaghetti. "Come and sit with me" Furqan said when she made lo leave. Too tired to complain,she picked up the holy book and sat there reciting it. Surprisingly enough he did not complain like he used to. When she was done,he complimented her for the first time. "You have a beautiful voice" "Thank you" she smiled "What's the meaning of al-Asr?" He asked hoping he pronounced it correctly. That was the only word he picked from what she recited. She smiled and reply"al-asri means"by the time" Allah ta'ala swore by the time" she answered "Allah swore? Why?" He asked confused,pushing his food aside. "Suratul al-asr taught us to be filled with belief in Allah,perform righteous deed and encourage one another towards the truth. We should encourage one another towards patience so we will be in a straight path. Allah ta'ala swore by the time that mankind would be in loss except those who have faith and do righteous deeds and those who are patient. This surah show us the'big picture' of what is happening today. Listen to the news,you hear horrible things. We are already in the declining day may Allah'ta'ala have mercy on us" she explained to him while he nodded his head. The religion amazes him. Whenever he did something wrong, Aishat would correct him saying"the Quran says or the prophet says". It seems Islam touched every aspect of life. He knew he had no inner peace. He wished to be closer to Allah like his father and wife. They all had a peaceful aura around them. "Thank you" he mumbled and was about to plug in his earpiece like he used to before Aishat stopped him "Why don't you let me send you suratul al-asri, I'm sure you will enjoy it"she said and handed her his phone. She flipped through his music content, it was filled with horrible titles like"skelewu","kako bii chicken","eminado" she snorted inwardly. "What the hell is Eminado?" |
Re: Aishat Zubair-zeinymira by Abuklaw(m): 5:29pm On Jul 16, 2014 |
******************** "It sounds romantic"Zaynab beamed on phone "Romantic you say? What's romantic about a man who monitors my cooking,argue with me,comes late every Friday night?" Aishat complained to her. "I wish Qazeem will monitor my cooking" Zaynab whined. Aishat sighed,they were in the IVC camp except Zaynab who travelled to visit her in-laws. They were through with lectures and she was the only one back in their quartet group. "Aishat,are you there?" Zaynab said "Yeah" "Every marriage has its up and down" "Mine has been down since the beginning" Aishat said rolling her eyes heaven ward "Tell me something interesting" zaynnab said. Aishat was about to reply when Lateefah and Ruqquyat burst in screaming on top of their voices. "To think you girls are mature"Aishat said narrowing her eyes at them. The duo where like Tom and Jerry,they tease,knock down and irritate each other but are inseparable. "Those child brides"Zaynab laughed referring to Lateefah and Ruqquyat. "I'm fed up"Aishat told her The two chased each other around the room fighting over a bowl of vanilla ice cream. "Would you girls please,you're no longer in the university and you both are married"Aishat screamed while Zaynab chuckled. She wished she was in the camp. Those girls were good to hang out with. "Its not my fault she's annoying" Lateefah said "Its not my fault she's annoying"Ruqquyat mimicked her in a high pitched voice Aishat burst out laughing,she decided to ignore them and continue her conversation with Zaynab "So how's your baby" "Baby is kicking fine"she replied and added"how's Safiyyah?" Aishat stared at the six months old baby,sleeping peacefully in her cot. She had cough last night and Maryam was worried. One of the sisters who was a nurse attended to the baby. "She's sleeping" "Tell her to share with me"Lateefah whined,she was tired of chasing her partner around. "I'm not sharing"Ruqquyat said,stucking out her tongue "The prophet Mohammad(PBUH) during his time shared his meals with his companion" Lateefah said "Its when people want something they remember the hadiths and manner of the prophet(PBUH). Of course I will share but...." Ruqquyat said demonstrating to her that she would have to sweat for it. "Tell me something sweet he did" Zaynab said to Aishat. She was still on phone "Nothing. He's not sweet. He's rude,can you believe he almost kissed me"Aishat sound offended. "Is he not your husband? Don't tell me you guys have not consummate your marriage"Zaynab said with wide eyes. She wished her friend could see how shocked she was. "Consummate? We've not, I don't even want to. Not in this state my marriage is"she replied "Oh my God! Are you serious" Ruqquyat said in her annoying high-pitched voice. She dropped the ice cream bowl while Lateefah picked it licking away happily. "Yeah. What's the big deal"Aishat glared at her friend who snatched the phone away from her. "Zaynab,did you hear what I heard?" She asked "I'm stunned" "What's the problem between you two? I married someone I don't know just like you"Ruqquyat said,referring to Aishat "Abi o" Zaynab said short of words. "But your husband is pious"Aishat retorted A tiny cry in the room sent the three women to Safiyyah's cot. Aishat picked her up swaying her about "Got to go dear,Safiyyah needs our attention"Ruqquyat said ending the call "Where's Maryam?" Lateefah asked The beautiful Maryam burst in,removing her veil. She was tall,slim and one could mistaken her for a model. She was beautiful and she knew it. She started wearing niqaab when she was barely sixteen because men lust after her. "Who's missing me? She asked "Safiyyah is"Aishat replied,handling the baby over to her. Ruqquyat resumed her struggle with her partner over the ice cream. "Tell these ladies to stop"Maryam said to Aishat "It felt like I'm baby sitting one year old kids" she replied Ruqquyat phone gave out an annoying piercing sound just like her voice "Sweetheart" She felt sad,she knew Furqan don't have her number. Her friends were happy her nikkah was not with Ibraheem,they all felt it won't be a happy marriage if she end up with a bird. She prayed her plans with Ibraheem would turn out well. She was tired of wallowing in self- pity,she picked up the baby and threw her up. Safiyyah gave her a toothless smile. She loves babies,their innocent smile and cute face. End of chapter5************ Tag:zenymira, heemah |
Re: Aishat Zubair-zeinymira by crislyn(f): 9:06pm On Jul 16, 2014 |
Tnx for d update dear...I rily can't wait for it to get to where I was b4 d whole saga. |
Re: Aishat Zubair-zeinymira by Abuklaw(m): 9:08pm On Jul 17, 2014 |
.........Chapter six........ He cursed till his throat was sore. The warm water coming from the shower did nothing to soothe him. His fists were angry and raw from hitting the punching bag but still it didn't make him feel better. "Bastard!" he yelled at his reflection in the mirror. It sounded as a bluff but the result showeÐ she was positive. Without doubts,he was sure he was responsible. All his excuses were futile. The past two months had been hellfor him,he was receìving messagesand calls from known and unknown people. He decided to show up in his father's house to settle the matter once and for all. Instead,he met her,his mother and her politician friends. reminding him of his promise and they promised to give him wealth and status. What did he got himself into? Chantel was pregnant for him. He'd broken all ties with her two months earlier but she was desperate to have him back.. She cried,threatened suicide,stalked him, lured him and practised all tactÍcs but they did not work. He refused to go with their plans,how could he leave Aishat for her? He would rather stayed unmarried rather than marrying a woman who has no purpose in life. He did stop all form of intimacy with her in three weeks before he broke up with her but she claimed she was three months pregnant. He began to see the possibility. "Damn!" He cursed. He closed his eyes,thinking of what she contributed to their relationship. Nothing. She claimed to be mageirocophobia and refused to get help. He spent his early marriage days in hunger. He was eating from one eatery to the other but was not satisfied before he felt it was wise to eat his wife food and he never regretted he did. 1 Like |
Re: Aishat Zubair-zeinymira by Abuklaw(m): 9:10pm On Jul 17, 2014 |
Chantel was besides herself with tears while his mother was ranting that he wanted to spoil her political image. She suggested he marry Chantel secretly but he refused. He told them he was not interested in the pregnancy. If he wanted to be a father,it was never going to be Chantel. He stormed out of the building and he almost tripped over his father. "Why are you all smokes?" Abdulmalik asked his son. He was happy to see his son,the two had not met after the counselling. He smiled,his son looked responsible,Aishat was working. He said a prayer silently that Allah should bless their union. "I'm sorry dad"he apologised. Out of impulse he threw his arms around his father. His father felt weak,age and other factors took their toll on him. He remembered the many times he was rude to him,he realised he would be a father one day and he would receive all what he did to his father in folds. "Forqive me dad" "I'm sorry too,I was not the best parent" Abdulmalik apologised and broke the embrace "But I'm glad I realised that,before its too late. You all should forgive me"Abdulmalik added. "Dad" Furqan called,contemplating on whether he should. His father had his problems especially with his wife. He did not want to complicate it. "How's Aishat?" His father asked He was about to reply when Chantel came out and started screaming so her voice could be heard "You got me pregnant and you think you can ditch me. Furqan you lied" "Furqan,I warned you not to go near zina" Abdulmalik sighed "O Allah,what will end all these?" He said sadly. |
Re: Aishat Zubair-zeinymira by Abuklaw(m): 9:13pm On Jul 17, 2014 |
"I feel like getting married right now"the sixteen year old Fawziah said excitedly. Aishat laughed watching how her face transformed from a pouting child to a young woman. She was glad her mind was opened to understand the purpose of creation. They just listened to Nikkah lecture by utadh Lukman Idris. Her father-in-law had suggested that Fawziah should spend her weekend in her fashion house rather than following her mother to political meetings. She walked around eggshell whenever she was talking with her as she was always on edge and snapped at everyone whenever she was annoyed. The lack of love showed a big mark in the lives of Abdulmalik's children. While Furqan had a carefree attitude,his younger sister was wary and suspicious of people. She had giving her two of her artworks but she had refused telling her to request whatever she wanted. "What could I possibly want from you?" Aishat almost screamed. She was tired of the Abdulmaliks,her brother would give her trouble and his sister would complement her brother's effort. Fawziah only shrugged, she was used to being used Her mother only remembered her existent if she needed her for campaign. She was tired of going out of her way to please people and being relegated to the background. She was never going to be a pushover. "I only thought you would need them" Aishat said returning the artworks to its original place. But her persistence drew her out of her shell. With time she became relaxed and talked more about herself. Though she dressed like a muslim and performed solat but she lacked knowledge and etiquette. "Come and accept Islam" Aishat said to her when she saw her urinating while standing and she did not clean up afterwards. "I'm a muslim" She argued. "You are. Are you aware that you can't perform solat with stain of urine on your body? Whenever you use the toilet make sure you perform wudu" Aishat told her. "I use the hijab,I perform solat daily what's more?" She said rolling her eyes "Etiquette of a muslim" She replied and stuck her tongue at her Fawziah laughed out loud,Aishat was the most genuine human she had ever met. She loved her unconditionally and gave her what she craved most,attention. "Islam is like a culture,a way of life"Fawziah said "Yeah right. There's no good thing major or minor Islam has not commanded us to do like taking stones or harmful objects away from the roadside and you will be rewarded and there's no bad thing major or minor it has not warned us against or forbidden us like a person should not urinate at the roadside or places where people seek shades. That's the beauty of Islam" Aishat had said proudly. |
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