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.
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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.

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.

I have also lost chapter 3 and 4 to personal hackers. Lol

................ 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.

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.................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.

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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.

"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.

"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**********

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..........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.

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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.

*****************
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?"

********************
"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

Tnx for d update dear...I rily can't wait for it to get to where I was b4 d whole saga.

.........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.

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.

"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.