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Forgive Me (Episode 6)

He looked at her with tears filled in his eyes and he began to sob uncontrollably…

Anisah was still sitting on the sofa where everything happen. She didn’t notice Yusuf come in.

“Anisah are you alright?” he asked her.. “why are you like this, what happen, why are you in tears, is everything alright?” He kept on asking her all the questions that pop in his head but she couldn’t answer any. All she could do was cry.

What could he do, who would he asked. He couldn’t ask his security guard because he told him not to come inside the house when he is not home, he was helpless and worried.

“Pleas talk to me” he kept on persuading her but she was quiet.

“It’s ok if you don’t want to tell me but let’s go inside the room so you can wash yourself up” she was getting up and he was helping her but she collapsed.

“Anisah…Anisah…­Anisah…. Innalillahi waina’illaihi raji’un. What is happening Ya Rabb, I don’t understand all this.” He immediately carried her to his car and drove her to the hospital.

She was checked and it was confirmed she was r*ped. Haven heard the news Yusuf was shocked. His wife r*ped. By who and why. He immediately called his friends to tell them the news his friends rushed down to the hospital to meet him. They were all shocked and worried. Umar and Abdullah came except for Naheem. Let’s report this to the police, suggested Umar. We will, but, first I must interrogated someone.

Yusuf in company of his friends went to the house.

“Abu…Abu…Abu…” Yusuf called out.

Abu came running from the backyard.

“Abu! “What happened to my wife…which man visited my house in my absence?” Asked Yusuf.

“Sir…emm…it was…”

“Spill it out already!” shouted Abdullah.

With the roar of Abdullah’s voice…Abu shouted “Naheem”.

“What did you just say?” Umar asked to hear the young man correctly.

“It was Naheem your friend.”

“You mean Naheem was here?” asked Yusuf.

“Yes sir, he was here, He said you asked him to get something from your wife,s o I allowed him in, knowing that he was your friend…but…but..­.but…I didn’t know I could see him doing that to your wife, I actually went in to take excuse from her to go get some things from the shop across the street, on getting to the door I heard some sobs and the door was left open, my conscious mind were divided (open the door and don’t open the door was the thought of my mind) so I opened the door only to find him on your wife” Abu concluded the story in tears. “I am so sorry sir, I shouldn’t have allowed him in.”

Yusuf was speechless… to be continued

Last Episode http://biadefola.com.ng/2018/05/03/forgive-me-final-episode/

As-salam alaikum warahmatullahi wa barakatuh...
I'm sorry for the delay or say stop in updates. It's due to plagearism and permits issue. Now we have that all settled we can resume.

It turned out, my friend Wahab Musiliu Olamide didn't write the Story Nabeelah but brother Mubaarak Olayemi Ismail (Aboo Mushinah) wrote it.

see screenshots below.

its not confusing. rather loaded with suspense.

Sheikshegetto sir, I have only two prayers for you two day.

1. You will never go broke

2. Your longman will never snore at the sight of a punny.

Episode 5
Life was peaceful for everyone, except for Naheem who is still obsessed with Anisah.

Naheem and his friends were having a casual discussion on life issues. When Naheem lied to his friends that, he had to get something from home, he clearly told his friends not leave until he was back, they agreed to wait for him.

He left them and headed to yusuf’s home. On reaching their he told the security guard Yusuf had asked him to get something for him from home.

The security man haven known Naheem allowed him in. Naheem opened the door without knocking nor salam. Anisah was shock seeing him but before she could say anything he. He closed the door and pounds on her.

“What are you doing, stop this” she said in tears.

“I told you just once, you are like a drug in my body, and until I have you I won’t stop.”

“Am not a drug, shaitan wants you to do this please stop” she cried in her struggles but he was too strong for her. He removed her clothing and she was still struggling.

“Stop please­ I beg you” she kept saying in tears. “You will regret this” she kept on telling him.

But Naheem was too obsessed with her. With so much struggle she couldn’t succeed so she gave up.

“Have your way with me, after this you will leave me alone. I have tried to stop you but you still ain’t listening.”

“He wasn’t listening” he forced himself inside her.

“Ya salam”

Anisah was in tears, pain, anger and bitterness was all she felt. The next thing, they had was a salam behind them.

” Innalillahi wa’ina illahi rajiu”.

“What are you doing? Auzubillahi minal shaitanin rajim!” Exclaimed, the security man from behind them.

Naheem immediately stood up and he ran out of the house.

Anisah was in tears, she couldn’t control her tears. The security man couldn’t look at her, he immediately stepped out of the house.

“Oh Allah!” She kept saying, “please forgive me, please forgive me, please forgive me.”

Naheem entered his car and drove off. He didn’t go back to his friends, he drove home without knowing he was heading home.

“What have I done? Ya Rabbanna. Pleas for give me dear Lord” he kept saying.

When he got home, he was surprised to find his friends in his house with angry expressions on their faces.

Naheem felt like running on seeing the expressions on his friends faces.

“I…am…so…sorry.­..” He started to stammer..

“Hey man! What are you sorry about?” asked Yusuf.

“We waited for you but didn’t see you, so we thought of coming to find out why, we are happy you are alright” added Umar.

“But, looking at you now, you look all shaking up,a re you ok? Did something happen to you?” Abdullah asked with concern.

“Yes…emmm…I mean No…”

“Hmm! Brothers, looks like Naheem needs some rest, let’s leave him be” suggest Umar.

“Rest man, we will get together some other time” said Yusuf.

The men headed out to their various destinations.

“Naheem” halira called out to him. he was far deep in thought.

“Naheem…Naheem…Naheem” and he was startled by her touch.

“Are you OK?” she asked. “You look pale and your eyes are swollen…are you sick?”

“You are not fine, pleas talk to me what is going on?” she asked him softly.

He looked at her with tears… to be continued

Episode 6 http://biadefola.com.ng/2018/05/02/forgive-me-episode-6/

heryoub22:
Welcome back bro. Alhamdulillah since the allegations are done with. Looking forward to more updates

Alhamdulillah, Inshallah

Episode 4
She couldn’t utter a word nor a sentence. There she standing and feeling open in the eyes of the man who is not her husband, but, a man so obsessed with her.

She quickly ran to her room and he was after her. She was lucky she got to her room before him.

Naheem was banging hard on the door, screaming her name.

“What do you want from me”? She asked him with a shaky voice.

“I want you” he uttered.

“You want me… But I am married, I am begging you in the name of our Creator to please stop this thing you are trying to do.”

“I can’t stop, I think about you all the time, I think am in love with you” he said.

“You ain’t in love with me, you are just obsessed me. Please Naheem stop it, once you do this you will regret it, please stop it.”

But all her pleads seem to be falling on deaf ears.

Just once Anisah and I will let you be.

Suddenly, Anisah’s phone rang and it was Yusuf calling to tell her he was on his way home.

“Please leave from here, my husband is on his way home” she pleaded.

“I won’t move until you promise to call me”

At first she was adamant but she agreed to call him and then he left.

Yusuf returned home and Anisah’s was happy the see him. He told her to get prepared that they will be visiting some of his friends the next day including Naheem. How would she tell him his friend was just here not quite long? she felt if she was quite it would be the best and so she decided to stay quiet.

Naheem was at home tending to Halira when they both had someone greet them in the proper Islamic way. Naheem went to answer the door, the first person he saw made him smile.

“Anisah you at our house today”? He asked.

“Yes, and she is with her husband” Yusuf said.

Naheem’s mood swung suddenly but he quickly hide his disappointed expression.

” Run away friend” Yusuf said and invited himself in.

“Please come in” Naheem invited Anisah.

Halira was so happy Anisah came to visit it has been a while after all. Both ladies were busy chatting and all this while Naheem’s eyes were on Anisah.

“How have you been?” asked Yusuf.

“Alhamdulillah, I have been fine” replied Naheem.

“Maa shaa Allah.”

“I can see you will become a father soon, may Allah(s w t) make it possible, Ameen.”

Two hours later

Anisah and Yusuf decided to take their leave.

“Thank you so much for coming, I feel so happy” said Halira

“The pleasure is ours” said Yusuf.

Weeks later

Life was peaceful for everyone, except… to be continued.

Episode 5: http://biadefola.com.ng/2018/04/24/forgive-me-episode-5/

Update coming soon

continued...

raymondkenny96 sir, I will continue sharing these stories. Musiliu denied all accusations and neither you nor the accuser responded to my mention and mail respectfully. hence, the decision to go on sharing.

below are the shots of my chat with Musiliu

binajiya bro, I actually took a break because of the plagiarism allegations but having sent a mail to the accuser and getting no response whatsover and chatting with the accused who denied the accusation outrightly, I have opted to go on sharing the stories on here...

raymondkenny96:
Eeeeih, Nigerians and plagiarism, this story was written by my house mate fa, his name is mubaarak olayemi Ismail Aboo Muhsinah, and not any musiliu... Plagiarism is a punishable offence. Please guys help eradicate bullshits

As much as I want to claim ignorance, I won't. I saw Musiliu put these stories on facbook and asked if he wrote them. he said yes and I requested for permission to put them on my blog, he granted it. only for me to see this message. It really hurts me to be mixed up in this kind of drama. I am a writer too and would throw stones should my works be plagiarised.
I'm sorry for this. I'm putting a stop to the publication until I confirm who the original writer is and obtain their permission. once more I'm sorry.
Please tell brother Mubarak Olayemi Ismail Aboo Muhsinah that I am not a thief.

Episode 3

Naheem left his friends in anger while Yusuf, Abdullah and Umar walked into the house of Anisah’s parent.
Her parents received them warm heartily and they were pleased. They accepted yusuf’s proposal and Anisah agreed to marry him.

Yusuf and Anisah got to know each other better and it was time for their Nikkah.

Naheem didn’t stop calling Anisah, he kept trying to convince her not to marry Yusuf but she refused to listen to him.

Nikkah day

Celebrations were taking place everyone was happy. The bride was to be escorted to her husband’s house and to her surprise Naheem is one of her husband’s friend. Naheem met with Yusuf and His friend and apologise to them on his previous behaviour, they accepted his apology believing he has changed.

He requested for Yusuf to allow him be the one to bring Anisah to his home and Yusuf agreed.
Friends and relatives who are to accompany Anisah sat in different cars, only two of her friends were allowed to sit with her in the car prepared for her.

She sat in the car only to find Naheem as an escort from her husband, she wasn’t worried since two of her friends were with her. Naheem kept throwing glancing at her view the front mirror, but she never paid attention to his glancing.

Getting to her husband’s house safely, everyone was happy for her except Naheem.

Months later

“Alhamdulillah, Naheem is going to be so happy with this news” Halira muttered.

On getting home from the hospital, she was happy to find her husband home.

“I have got a good news for you” she said bashfully.

“And what news could be as good as having you in my life?” He asked her.

“I am pregnant” she uttered.

“You are what?” He asked her to be sure.

“I am three months pregnant” she said again.

He was so happy for the news he heard.
From that day on,he took care of her like an egg.

Naheem didn’t visit the house of Yusuf frequently, he was so jealous and still obsessed with Anisah. Things were going well for everyone of them.

One day… Naheem visited Yusuf’s home knowing Yusuf travelled. He said lots of salam’s without getting any replies, he opened the door and invited himself in, he looked around the sitting room and found no one. He made himself comfortable. He turned the T.V on.

Anisah stepping out of the bathroom remembered switching off the T.V. “I am the only one at home,who could have turned the t.v on?” she asked herself.

She thought of finding out, perhaps it could be her husband who wants to surprise her from his return, she thought to herself, on getting to the sitting room to her surprise she found Naheem in place of her husband sitting comfortably on the sofa and there she was with a towel wrapped around her chest… “Innalillahi wa’ina’ilahi rajiun” she exclaimed.

She couldn’t… to be continued.

Episode 4 http://biadefola.com.ng/2018/04/23/forgive-me-episode-4/

Episode 2

One day Naheem asked her for her cell contact and she gave it to him since she respected him a lot, she see him as a decent married man and a brother.
Their first few conversations were casual until when Naheem asked her to speak with his wife and she happily did.
Life was good and peaceful for all three of them. Anisah visited Halira when she could and they both got to understand each other.
Anisah still sees Naheem as a decent married man and a brother. She adores Halira and she respects her a lot.
One day Naheem asked Anisah to go out with him, he told her, he wants her to be his girlfriend. When they both get to know each other better, he would marry her.

She was adamant, she couldn’t go out with a man who is married. She asked him if Halira knew about this and his reply was a “NO”.

“Come and see my parents first” she suggested.

He said they need to understand each other better.

“I can’t go out with you Ya Naheem. I can’t be secretly be cheating on your wife, I can’t take away the time you need to spend with her. She is too good to be cheated on. If you truly want me, then marry me and take me home, after all you are a Muslim.”

He was too obsessed with her charms to understand her terms, he doesn’t want another wife, he just wants her. And she wasn’t ready for what he was asking from her. An affair outside Nikkah, that was the last thing she expected from him.

He kept on insisting, sending her text messages, buying her gifts, she got fed up and had to change her contact.

When her number wasn’t going through, he visited their store only to find her mother. He greeted her and asked her if Anisah was home. Anisah’s mom has gotten to know Naheem too as a good man.

“Anisah is not home” she said.

“Hmm” he sighed softly.

“Is everything alright?” mother asked.

“All is well, just that I need to talk to her and her contact is not going through” he said.

“Anisah changed her contact, I guess she forgot to tell you” mother said. “But,here it is, you can call her via this contact” mother added.

Naheem was so happy he thanked her and left.

Two weeks later

Are you saying you want to have an affair? Yusuf asked out of surprise.

“Yes I want to have an affair.

I know this place…Naheem exclaimed. This is the house of Anisah’s parent, he added.
“That’s right” umar said.

“What are we doing here?” he asked.

“We are here to do things the right way, either you tell her parents you have interest in their daughter or one of us here will marry her, we dont want you pushing yourself to hell itself, that’s what shaitan want but we don’t want this for you.”

Hmm!…he sighed softly. “am not ready for this” he said.

“You are not ready for this but you are ready to have an affair with her, am I right?” asked Yusuf.

“Well if you ain’t ready for this, I am… Since I am the single one amongst us here” said Yusuf.

Naheem looked at him the filled with darkness, the eyes that shows the anger of a pissed lion.

“You must be joking” said Naheem.

“I am so serious and am sure the rest are in agreement with me. We are brothers, we should protect each other from hell, that’s why we practice Islam. I don’t appreciate extra marital affair, it’s a key to hell and I don’t want you to buy that key yourself.”

“It’s my choice buying the key, let me buy it” said Naheem.

“Am sorry brother, but,I am going to marry this lady” said Yusuf.

Naheem left his friends in anger while… to be continued.

Episode 3: http://biadefola.com.ng/2018/04/20/forgive-me-episode-3/

FORGIVE ME (A STORY)

Episode 1

“Now that you are about to get married, you must be faithful and submissive to your husband, respect him and shower him with lots of care, a key to a good home lies in the hands of a woman” Halira’s mother advised her.

“Inn shaa Allah,Ummuh, I have heard you” she replied back.

“May Allah(s w t) put barakah in your home”

“Ameen” everyone at the wedding chorused”

Halira was taken to her husband house; it was a blessed day and night for herself and her husband Naheem.
Marriage life was peaceful and enjoyable for the both of them. Naheem goes out to work and comes home very early, Halira goes to her teaching school and returns home early to prepare meal and herself for her husband.

Two weeks later

“What else am i looking for in a woman that my wife does not possess?”Naheem said rhetorically to his friends Umar, Yusuf and Abdullah, in their gathering discussion. “I wonder why men still look out when they have beautiful wives at home” he added.
“And I pray you don’t be like one of those men” Abdullah prayed for him and everyone chorused with Ameen.
In the process of their discussion, Halira called her husband to confirm what he would like to have for dinner and he gladly told her, both love birds spent some romantic time on the phone talking, when they were through his friends were smiling at him.

“Allah ya barku tare, Ameen” Umar prayed
“Ameen” he replied.
“I have to get going, Halira is waiting for me” he said to his friend.

“Send our regards to her” Yusuf said to him with a smirk on his face.

“Inn shaa Allah, I will” he replied not minding the smirk on his friend’s face.

Naheem left his friends and headed straight home. On his way home, he decided to buy her some stuff, so, he branched a store and he got her some things.
“Assalamualeikum”, he­ greeted when he got home.
“Waaleikumsalam”, his wife replied.

“Welcome my darling, hope you had a good time with your friends” she said.

“Alhamdulillah, I did” he said. Its been a while I have hung out with them since my Nikkah, today was fun” he added.

“Maa shaa Allah. Go take your bath while I set your meal” Halira said.

“You always take care of me, what would I do without you as a wife” he stated.

“Your appreciation and prayers on me are ok, my darling. May Allah (s w t) reward you abundantly”

“Ameen” he replied bashfully.

Marriage life was peaceful and beautiful for Naheem and Halira. Things were going fine for the both of them.
Naheem kept doing his daily routine and so does Halira.

On a beautiful Saturday morning, Naheem went out to get some stuff for Halira from the usual store he goes to. When he got there, he happen to meet the daughter of the store owner, she was a cheerful and lovely young lady.

He liked the way she attended to him, always smiling and speaking softly. Naheem happened to be carried away by the lady’s charm. The next thing he could hear himself saying was “what is your name?”

She replied him saying “Her name is Anisah”.

From the first question it developed to lots of questions and she answered him cheerfully. He was happy and contented with her replies. From that day on Naheem goes to that store all the time to buy even the least of things.
One day Naheem asked her for her… to be continued

Episode 2: http://biadefola.com.ng/2018/04/19/forgive-me-2/

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Episode 4

Lunch was ready on the dining table Alhaji Abubakar and his family were eating. In the process of eating Alhaji Abubakar cleared his throat, “Aisha, Ameerah”­ he called his daughters.

“Na’am” they both replied.

“Please lend me your ears while you are eating”

“OK Abi.” They both chorused.

“Now that you are in your final year of schooling, I would like you both to get married immediately after your school, if Allah (s w t) wills it.”

“OK Abi” both girls replied.

After lunch they did the dishes and went back to their rooms.

***

I was in my room, when Habeeb came in.

“What has my younger brother been up to during my absence” he asked.”

“Well nothing much Ya Habeeb” I replied.

“Tell me the truth”

“Ok I will tell you something interesting. I met two sister recently Aisha and Ameerah, both of them are different and unique in their own ways”

“Really?” he asked “tell me more” Habeeb said.

I told Habeeb everything that happen between Aisha, Ameerah and I.

“That quit a story” he said. “I am so tired, I need to sleep”

“OK go to bed we will talk more tomorrow INN SHA ALLAH.”

ONE MONTH later
Abduljaleel, went to meet Aisha.

“Salamualeiki Aisha”

“waaleikasalam,­ Abduljaleel, please sit down” said Aisha.

Abduljaleel sat down and he began, “Aisha I would like to come see your parents, I want to marry Ameerah”

Aisha was surprised tears filled her eyes, she was in love with him and he was in love with his sister, what would she do and then she summoned the courage and gave him the address of her home.

Aisha was crying when Ameerah came to met her.

“Why are you crying ya Aisha?”

“Am in love with Abduljaleel but he loves you”

“What did you just say” asked Ameerah.

“I said Abduljaleel is in love with you, but he never said such to me”

“If you love him so much, when he proposes to me I will decline him INN SHA ALLAH” said Ameerah.

“Will you do that for my sake asked Aisha”

“Of course I will” said Ameera.

“jazakillahuk­hairan Ameerah you are the best” Aisha said.

Ameerah was sitting in the garden when Abduljaleel came to met her, she was thinking about Abduljaleel.

“Salamual­eiki”

“waaleikasalam,m­ay I sit with you?” asked Abduljaleel.

“Bismilla­h” said Aisha and he sat down.

“Ameerah i have something to say to you” said Abduljaleel.

“You can say” it said Ameerah.

“Please permit me to meet your parents I want to marry you

“You want to marry me?” asked Ameerah “do you really want to marry me?”

“Yes I want to marry you INN SHA ALLAH,what do you say about my proposal will you accept it.

Tears filled Ameerah’s eyes and she said, “am going to be honest with you Abduljaleel, I love you too and I would love to marry you but Aisha is in love with you, she had tears in her eyes this morning when she was confessing her love for you to me, she was crying a lot, I can’t do this to her, I can’t marry the love of her life.

Abduljaleel was about to say something when she told him to keep mute and he did and then she said to him pleas go to my house with Aisha’s proposal and he said OK.

Abduljaleel and his brother Habeeb went to Alhaji Abubakar’s house with the proposal of… to be continued.

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Episode 3

Grandma was so perplexed she also had forgotten that death existed. She apologized to Maryam again and they both parted ways .Grandma said immediately she got home she gave out all her expensive wears and bought casual once. When grandma told me all this, I didn’t care until when grandma died, when she died she was not buried with anything, she was buried with a white cloth.

Aisha was still in tears ,you see Abduljaleel that is my first reason for wearing casual wears, the second reason is because of my friends ,the friends I keep in school are all from poor homes, I want them to feel as if I am one of them ,I want them to know that I feel their thirst and famine, when they don’t have money for handout I pretend as if I don’t have also, I buy when they buy theirs, Money is not everything, with my friends I always remember that this world is nothing without love and people to care for/

This time around I looked at Aisha’s face, she had stopped crying.

“What a story” I said.

“Yes quit a story” she replied.

“But why does Ameerah show herself off” I asked.

“Ameerah is a nice girl, she cares a lot for people at times she helps me out by buying the handouts for my friends to avoid delay” said Aisha.

“OK Aisha jazakillahukhairan for the story”

“waaiyaaka” said Aisha.

“Alright I have class now” I said.

“Alright brother I will see you around INN SHA ALLAH”

We both parted ways. On my arrival to the department, I saw Ameerah sitting alone, and decided to talk to her before the arrival of their lecturer.

“Salamualeik­i, May I please talk to you” I asked.

“Of course you can talk to me” replied Ameerah.

“Masha Allah, Ameerah why are you a snub” I inquired.

She looked at me with that ‘I will give this boy a hot slap’ eyes, but she didn’t say anything.

“Why such kind of question” Ameerah finally asked.

“I just want to know.” I replied.

“OK I will tell you. in a world filled with different kind of humans whom you can’t open their hearts and mind to see what they hold in, is it not better you behave like a stranger to them?”

I looked at her and nod my head.

she continued , “I am not a perfect being but I don’t like people judging me, so I keep a low profile and act like a spoiled brat so no one offends me and I offend no one.”

I could­n’t say anything but finally I spoke, “but Ameerah, people will misjudge you no matter what, they won’t see things the way you do, may I advice you” she said yes, then I said to her, “be yourself, be who you want Allah (s w t) to see and let the humans see you that way”

she looked at me with the eyes of ‘what has gotten into this boy’ and finally she said ok, she will be herself IN SHA ALLAH, and thanked me, and just then their lecturer came in.

I­ left for his seat. After the lecture, it was time for Zuhr prayer, I was on my way to the masjid, so was Ameerah and then I said to her, “can we walk to the masjid together?” she said not a problem and so we did.

when she got to the corner of the masjid lead, she took another lead and went inside the female masjid, after Zuhr prayer, it was time for our Biology lecture and they both went for it, after the lecture it was time to go home, I went home and so did Aisha and Ameerah.

When I got home, I gisted mummy, “Ummah, Ai­sha has given me a reason for her changes”

“Masha Allah” said ummah.

“But something else is in my mind, she has a sister called Ameerah, Ameerah on the inside is kind hearted but on the outside she is something else, but today I advised her to be who she wants Allah (s w t) to be proud of.

“Masha Allah my son you did well”

The next day was Saturday, my brother was returning home that day from Gombe state, we were were making preparation for his return.

“salamualeikum”­ a voice said.

“waaleikasalam” I replie­d. It was my brother Habeeb,

“Come in dear” said ummah. “You are welcome,how was you trip?” she asked.

“Alhamdulillah” Habeeb ­replied

“Go in take your bath and come for lunch”

Aisha and Ameerah were busy with their books, Aisha was reading a novel and Ameerah was solving a chemistry question.

“Let’s go and make lunch for Abi and ummi” said Aisha.

“You please go ahead I will join you in the kitchen soon” said Ameerah.

“OK then”

Lunch was ready on the dining table Alhaji Abubakar and his family were eating. In the process of eating Alhaji Abubakar cleared… to be continued.

Episode 4: http://biadefola.com.ng/2018/04/14/surprise-in-the-garden-islamic-love-story-ep-4/

Episode 2

On leaving rukaiya’s place I went straight to the masjid I sat outside the masjid confused, how can Aisha be from a poor family, a sister I see with expensive clothes everyday when she comes to school ,a sister who comes to school with an expensive ride, hmm! I sighed I went home.

When I got home I told my mum about it, I said to her oh mum something is bordering me and she said “my dearest Abduljaleel what could be bordering you?”

So I told her about the incident with Aisha and she said to me “meet her again, ask her and I believe INN SHA ALLAH she will tell you the truth.”I thanked my mum and went to bed.

The next day was Friday, I was at school early as usual, I was waiting for Aisha, her ride arrived and she was with Ameerah the spoiled brat, Ameerah said to her “Ya Aisha I will see you later in the day INN SHA ALLAH” and she left for our department.

“Salamualeiki Aisha” I said to her and she replied “waaleikasalam Abduljaleel, good morning and how are you?” she asked me.

“Alhamdulillah” I replied to her. “Aisha can you tell me your reason today”

She said “INN SHA ALLAH I will, but first I need to go to the masjid to change my wears wait for me at the garden I will join you there soon INN SHA ALLAH.” I said “OK” and left for the garden.

After changing she came, “salamualeika” a voice said it was Aisha in tears again,

“Aisha why are you in tears again, does my question hurt you?, if it does I won’t ask you this question again” I said to her.

she said “no brother your question doesn’t hurt me, let me tell you the reason why I change into casual wears each time I come to school. Abduljaleel she said to me, I once had a sweet grandmother.

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“My grandma was so rich, she was so rich that all her children lacked nothing ,my father Alhaji Abubakar was her last child. Any time I visit grandma she was always on casual wears, even when she was going out. One day I decided to ask grandma despite been rich why she always wore casual wears and behaves like a poor person.

I was so eager to hear her reason, So, I asked her, “what did you grandma say?” Then Aisha replied to me in tears, “grandma said my dear child, when I was a young lady like you, I was so famous because of the wealth of my parent, but one day on my way to school, I saw a young lady of my age wearing tattered clothes with a plate of begging in her hand, she was there but she was not actually begging, while I was looking at her I got carried away and spat on her, then she said to me, how could you do this to me and I began to apologize to her but she didn’t answer me, so I left. while I was walking I went into a garden and I sat there that same lady was at the garden I didn’t notice her ,she was looking so elegant and beautiful this time, I didn’t recognize her at first. “Salamualeiki” she said to me, “waaleikisalam” I replied, may I sit with you she said to me and I said to her “of course why not”. When she sat down she said to me “sister do you remember me? and I said to her, “no, I don’t.” then she showed me the tattered clothes and plate I saw her with.

Grandma was so surprised to see that that same lady could look this elegant, “I am so sorry about the spiting” grandma said,

”It’s ok, but I hope you don’t do that to another person no matter how they are dressed” she said and grandma replied “INN SHA ALLAH such won’t repeat itself”

“My name is Maryam” the lady said and grandma said to the lady “my name is fareedah.”

“sister marya­m may I ask a question please” grandma said.

“Of course you can and I pray I have the answer to your question” said maryam.

“INN SHA ALLAH you will” grandma said.

“OK then ask” maryam said.

“if you have such expensive and nice clothes why did you wear such tattered clothes?” asked grandma.

Maryam sighed, “hmm!”

“Do you know what she said to grandma” Aisha asked me and I said “tell me Aisha what did maryam say to your grandma?”

Aisha said “Ok, I will tell you. Maryam said to grandma, “I dress like this to remember death, I know that if I keep on living in luxury I will forget about my grave, so dressing like this makes me remember that even when I die I won’t be buried with such wears so for me to remember death I test the life of the poor, A poor man never forgets death even when he is eating, because they have not time for luxury.”

Grandma was so… to be continued.

Episode 3: http://biadefola.com.ng/2018/04/13/surprise-in-the-garden-islamic-love-story-ep-3/

bimberry1307:
This is gonna be interesting.

I hope so sister

A Surprise in the Garden (Islamic Love Story)

One beautiful morning, I was standing on the first floor of my department, when I saw a girl stepping down from and expensive car (End of discussion). she was so beautiful that I decided to follow her, when I was tip toeing behind her, I saw her entering the masjid of the school,I began to wonder, had she not prayed salatul fajr before coming to school, but to my surprise, when was coming out from the masjid, she had changed her wears, she had changed her expensive wears to a casual one.

From that day on i decided to make her my case study, as from that day on I decided to come to school very early, each day she comes to school, I follow her, and she always goes to the masjid to change her wears.

One day, on my way to the masjid I saw her in the mist of some ladies, they were busy chatting and laughing, I decided to ask one of the sisters among them who she was.

“salamualeiki sister my name is Abduljaleel” and she replied back to me saying “waaleikasalam my name is Rukaiya”,

“Sister Rukaiya how is studies?

She said “studies is fine, Alhamdulillah”.

A­nd I said “MashaAllah, sister pleas who is that sister wearing a Navy color hijab?”

She replied, “she is sister Aisha”,

I thanked her and left for the masjid. After the masjid I went back to the class wondering why a girl like her would always change her wears, I came to a conclusion, I decided to ask her about it.

So, one Thursday morning I went to the spot her driver usually drop her, when she stepped down from the car it wasn’t only her this time around, it was her and a girl, I recognized the girl, she was Ameerah, the spoiled brat from a rich home, I was surprised when I heard Ameerah call Aisha sister.

When Ameerah left I decided to ask Aisha my question.

“Salamualeik­i sister, my name is Abduljaleel”

And she replied “waaleikasalam, my name is Aisha”

And I said MashaAllah. Sister please I have a question if you don’t mind”,

She replied “I pray I have the response to your question”

And I said “INN SHA ALLAH you will have the responds to my question.”

“Please why do you always change from expensive wears to casual wears each time you come to school,”

She was so shocked and surprised.

“How do you know that?” she said to me.

I said “I just want to know your reason for that” and then tears began to drop from her eyes and then she said “brother I will tell you why”

So much tears, I couldn’t bear it and she could hardly talk, then I said to her “I will see you later INN SHA ALLAH”.

In the class I sat down, wondering why she was crying so much, I decided to see sister Rukaiya. I left for Rukaiya’s department.

“Salamualeiki Rukaiya,waaleikasala­m, how are you?”

“Alhamdulillah Abduljaleel, and you?”

“Alhamdulillah” I said to her, “please Rukaiya I have a question to ask you”, she said you can ask,

“Why does Aisha dress the way she does? I said to her.

“Well brother all I can tell you is that Aisha is from a very poor family she has lots of worries”

I was shocked hearing this, “Aisha poor?” I asked again.

“Yes brother Aisha is poor, the clothes you see her wearing, I gave them to her”

“Really? I exclaimed, “OK Rukaiya thank you, jazakillahukhairan”

“Waa iyaaka” was her reply.

On leaving rukaiya’s place I went straight …to be continued

Episode 2: http://biadefola.com.ng/2018/04/12/a-surprise-in-the-garden-islamic-love-story-ep-2/

heryoub22:
Ma-Sha-Allah. Bro there should have been a word of advice at the end of the story. Like betrayal is very bad. Or karma is a bitch. Wehdone bro. Allah's khair now and always. Stay safe bro. Jst when the new one is ready tag me along

jazakumllaah, I will implement your advice in the next story

Next Story is titled ''A Surprise in the Garden" Start reading here! http://biadefola.com.ng/2018/04/11/a-suprise-in-the-garden/

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