Aya2:
Wow . barakallahu Allah fii brother , really love this ..nxt episode pls

Ameen, Alhamdullah.

Next episode in a bit pls.

san316:
Interesting. Lemme guess what happened, Nabeelah is AA but Fatima faked her genotype result so that she won't marry jaafar

You sure know things!

I pray this new you don't go stale. Amen.

blazesam:
BROS, ALL THIZ STORY,U 4 SALE THEM GET MONEY.

Sometimes, it's not all about the money bro

Adukey:
interesting, please come and continue o

Soon ma

Episode 10

On the fourth day of the course, I was about to carry her before I noticed some changes in her tummy, “honey-pie, you had been eating too much of my food these days, your stomach is now becoming as big as that of Mr Ibu” I joked.

“You better leave me, habeeby. I had wanted to tell you since last week, you didn’t give me attention, you left me in the sitting room and you came here listening to one reciter.”

“Are you telling me that you’re pregnant?”

“Yes, I am four weeks pregnant habeeby”

I cried with a deep sense of guilt, I felt sorry for all I did to her and I was extremely happy that I would leave an heir in this world. I thanked Allah that it is not too late and also thanks to Abdul Rahman’s formula. Abdul Rahman showed me the secret of love and intimacy in marriage, husbands must also work towards the development of love in the marriage, one of simple things that worked magically in my marriage is complimenting, complimenting the effort of the partner builds marriage, the wife would spent hours plaiting stressful but beautiful hairstyle to please the husband but he won’t do as if he noticed it but as for me, I compliment her on every single thing she did. I did not only belch when I finished eating but also compliment the effort of the woman that cooked it and it worked out for my marriage.

Nabeelah called Fatimah that her husband had finally divorced her and he had travelled abroad, Nabeelah returned to her father’s house. It was really embarrassing because their nikkah is just six months old. Fatimah blamed her for the chaos but Nabeelah couldn’t explain what was happening to her, I am the only one that understood her feelings. I felt sad for her. I went to her with Fatimah and we really talked to her, but I noticed she was not really sad about the matter, there’s another thing bothering her but she didn’t open up. Could it be my love that is worrying her?

Fatimah didn’t give birth in the ninth month of her pregnancy which was the expected time, we had begun to worry but the doctors told us to keep calm. Suddenly one day, she shouted of pain from the kitchen, I quickly ran to her and I noticed it was delivery time, and I quickly rushed her to the hospital.

Fatimah laboured for two days without delivery, we were told that she can’t give birth to the child herself and we were asked to sign for the caesarean section. I signed and in less than 20 minutes the nurse came to give good news that she gave birth to a healthy baby girl but she said that we could not see the mother because she encountered a lot of complications during the delivery and she’s being attended to by team of doctors.

We were allowed to see Fatimah the next day, but we were told not let people to visit her, only two people will be allowed in the ward at a time, I entered with my mum. It was a mixed feeling for me when I saw her; I felt sad to see her in her present state and also happy to see her alive as well as my daughter. She looked weak and exhausted. When I congratulated her, she only answered with a smile.

“I want to see Nabeelah” she said quietly.

I smiled and answered her that “Nabeelah will be here either you requested for it or not but we will only allow her when the doctor declare to us that you are fit to receive visitors, mummy is here to help you with anything you want”

“Please I have to see her, it is very urgent” she insisted in a weak voice. My mum persuaded her to calm down and concentrate on her well-being, when she insisted so much, the doctor also adviced that we should call her Nabeelah.

When Nabeelah came, mum had to excuse us because we must not be more than two in the ward at a time. Fatimah began to cry when she set her eyes on Nabeelah.

“My dear, will you stop crying, Nabeelah you had been calling for is here, remember your state of health and stop all these you are doing” I persuaded

“My friend, don’t cry, today is your day of joy, you are alive to see your child, your husband said you wanted to see me and I am here, what do you want to tell me?” Nabeelah asked

“I know that you are saying this because you don’t know what I had done to both you, I did a lot and I want you to forgive me” Fatimah sobbed.

I was surprised by what she said, I don’t think she had done anything bad to us, she even helped me, I owe my life for the help she did for me but I don’t know if she did anything bad to Nabeelah. But when Nabeelah also said Fatimah didn’t wrong her, I started to think that maybe the trauma she encountered in the delivery is affecting her mental state.

“What have you done” Nabeelah Inquired

“I didn’t believe in the love in first sight before I met Ja’far, but I fell in love with him the first day he… to be continued.

Episode 11 http://biadefola.com.ng/2018/04/10/nabeelah-an-islamic-love-story-ep-11/

bimberry1307:

guy you're too good. was laughing so hard at work as if I won a lottery. I'm glad I came back to this thread

heryoub22:
Kip it up bro. So enlightening.

Alhamdullah

Please sapphire dear... stay strong and leave the sonuvabitch Toshiba alone!

Episode 9

He answered “the first thing that you will do is to pray to Allah to increase her love and remove the amorous love of Nabeelah from your heart; that is Allah’s part, and you begin your own part by being a romantic lover to her.”

“Romantic! What is being romantic? I asked

“it means that you will start to see Fatimah as the Hawau of your life and also the second half of your religion, when you mess up with her, it means you messed up with half of your religion; and you know what it means if 50% should be deducted from your examination score. Don’t be like men that only hug and kiss their wives during copulation, they only put food to their wives’ mouth when they are sick and they are unable to eat themselves. While these things are expected to happen between couples every time, it makes the love wax stronger. Don’t turn your wife to baby making machine that you only go to when you need baby, play with her and call her sweet names, it was recorded in the hadeeth that the prophet would race with Aisha and would shorten her name to Aaeesh to sound romantic, and if you couldn’t shorten you wife’s name, you can nickname her as Abu bakr would call her wife QuratulAyn (coolness of the eye).” He lectured.

I told Abdul Rahman that I understood what he was saying and I will start praying to Allah about it, but there is no way that I won’t mess up with her because there is no iota of fatimah’s love in my heart.

Abdul rahman fully understood me for the first time, he thought of what I said for a long time, and said “I have an idea; I will give you an assignment, you will have to act some dramas in your home, you do as actors do on stage. You dramatize to Fatimah every day for two weeks and I am very sure that by two weeks now, you will be madly in love with her”

I was interested by what he said and I was eager to know what the assignment would be. “Make sure you wake her up and pray tahajud with her in the midnight, ask Allah to increase her love in your heart; surely Allah is closer then. In the morning, you should be the one to carry her out of bed, and then use your great sense of humour to make her laugh at least four times a day. When you get to work, send her a love message, and when going back in the evening, buy her few gifts. Stroll with her down the street in the evening, and when it comes to bed time, you must carry her to bed.”

All what he said seem hard but I determined to do as he instructed.

Carrying out Abdul Rahman’s assignment was not an easy task, I couldn’t start it the next day, because acting and pretending is not easy. I was unable to wake her for tahajud and I can’t summon the courage to carry her in the morning but I tried my possible best to be interactive with her before I went to work. We discussed about Nabeelah’s marital problem, Fatimah informed me that Sulayman had never cease to complain about Nabeelah, and he insists to divorce her if she didn’t change. I can’t blame Nabeelah of what she’s doing because I also felt the same before I realised that if I didn’t stop my wrong reaction to Fatimah, divorce may end our marital story.

It was 12:00 pm and I was at the workplace, it was time on my timetable to send Fatimah a love message, though I didn’t fulfil my morning task but I decided to start in the afternoon, but I couldn’t compose a message myself, so I searched the internet for a beautiful lovely message and I send it to her. Not too long after I had sent the message, she called and thanked me but she couldn’t talk properly, I knew she was surprised by the message; she may think that I sent it to her by mistake. I told her that I sent it to her intentionally.

While I was returning home in the evening, I stopped at a flower shop on the way; I bought a bouquet of flowers for Fatimah. On reaching home, I presented the flowers to her and she welcomed me with a smile and thanked me, I noticed she’s surprised of what I had been doing. I felt like a hero who did a great work, her respect for me that day made me felt like a king. After the dinner, she changed to some mind-tempting clothes, I don’t know where she got those kind of dresses, it is the first time I noticed how beautiful she was, I couldn’t sleep well that night, I had started to think about her, that is how our intimacy begins to grow.

I started my full task the next day, we prayed tahajudd together, I carried her in the morning, send her text in the afternoon, buy her gifts in the evening and carry her to bed in the night. In three days, Abdul Rahman’s formula begins to work out like magic; the sense of intimacy had begun to grow between me and Fatimah.

On the fourth day of the course, I was about to carry her before I noticed some changes in… to be continued

Epsisode 10 http://biadefola.com.ng/2018/04/05/nabeelah-an-islamic-love-story-ep-10/

aprilwise:
I want a woman who can love me as sapphire loves toshiba.

You want a fool.

Yoruba demon sir, please don't go thinking I'm a nice pesin like this o... Infact your awesome awesomeness on the keyboard or with the pen inspires my comments.
Abeg, you're good sir!

In Ycee's voice - Ain't nobody badder than!

SunFlow:
@ SapphirePRINCEX, abeg what is that "hooha" you mentioned above? is it a noun?


please nobody should attack me oo. am in the Chapel.

Episode 8

On a fateful day, when I returned from the workplace, Fatimah ran to me at the gate and hugged me, even though the hugging seems boring, we exchanged pleasantries. She asked me about how my day went; I don’t know what to say, I just replied with Alhamdullilah. She told me that she had good news for me but she wanted me to guess what the good news was. I told her that I was poor at guessing. She refused to open-up until I guessed, intending to have fun with it, but I was not in mood of having fun. I didn’t bother what the good news was; I stood up and went into the bedroom. I lay on the bed and started to listen to the Qur’an recitation of Shaykh Siddiq Al- Minshawy from my phone.

Fatimah was vexed up and she barged inside, she exclaimed “Subhanallah, you this man, why are you torturing me? With all love I showed you, you had never made me happy since I entered your house, Is this what sunnah taught you? I was discussing an important matter with you and you ignored me, you came here now listening to Quran recitation, Am I not important?

I apologised to her and told her that I thought she was joking, and then I asked her what the good news was?

Fatimah: okay, I agreed but before the news, let me ask you about something, you do tell me that your favourite reciter is Shaykh Abdulrahman Sudais, but you are listening to Minshawy now, have you fell in love with Shaykh’s voice?

Me: no, I didn’t fell in love o; I just love to listen to it whenever I think about somebody who loves minshawy so dearly and mimics him so closely.

When Fatimah heard what I said, she broke into tears; she said “so, you came here thinking about Nabeelah while I wanted to give you important news, don’t you know that Minshawy is her favourite reciter, and you cannot lie that she was not the one you were thinking about because she is the one that could mimic Minshawy so closely.”

I was surprised about how she guessed so right, if I knew that she would know that it is about Nabeelah, I wouldn’t have told her, I would have given her an excuse. I felt bad for what happened and I apologised to her but she didn’t listen, she told me that she regretted that she came into my life. She cried the whole night but later forgave me when I promised to change my attitude towards her. Though down inside my heart, I knew that I didn’t love her, I love Nabeelah.

How will I cope with a loveless marriage?

It was very difficult for me to live without thinking of Nabeelah; there were sometimes that I would feel like I should hear her voice, I would force myself to hang up the phone most times, even if I had dialled the first three digit of her number. Fatimah is fed up of my attitude and she had started to regret the help she gave me after so many years I had been searching for someone to marry me, I knew that what I was doing was bad but I couldn’t help myself, I also wished the love of Nabeelah to leave my heart and I wished to love Fatimah.

I was also told that Nabeelah was not also concentrating about her home, Sulayman had been complaining of her to her parents, and he had been threatening them that if she doesn’t change, he would divorce her. I knew that Nabeelah was also being thinking of me. Love is a tragedy.

I am afraid that Fatimah may also decide to leave me if I don’t change my attitudes towards her and if she divorced me, there will be nobody to marry me. Sickle cell disease brought a handsome man like me into a mess like this.

I went to tell Abdul rahman that the solution he gave me failed, he told me love will grow after nikkah but nothing is happening now. I explained to him that the love of nabeeelah didn’t leave my heart, I also told him about how Fatimah caught me fantasizing about nabeeelah. I sought him for solution to my marital problems.

Abdul rahman listened to me carefully and said “you complained that her love is not growing, do you do anything to increase her love in your heart? You must work towards the success of your marriage and make her love grow in your heart. Shaykh Salih al Fawzan said ‘don’t rely that Allah will sustain your marriage, put in your effort and make the marriage last’”

I was confused with what Abdul Rahman was saying, I asked him that how will I work towards the marriage and make her love grow?

He answered “the first thing that you will do is to pray to… to be continued.
Episode 9 http://biadefola.com.ng/2018/04/04/nabeelah-an-islamic-love-story-ep-9/

bimberry1307:

I am ooo. front and back.

Alhamdullah

MummyIMadeIt:
Dunno y, but I really wish this piece doesn't have a happy ending.

Babes I hope some tragedy would surmise at some point; would love a plot where the following occurs:

- Jide Bankole gets killed
- Kola gets arrested for his numerous crimes
- Kyla losses her baby and sanity
- Last but not least, Chismidi gets to learn the real meaning of "not all that glitters are gold".
- Finally I get entertained.

PS: this is my stand.

I pray to never meet you.
PS: this is my stand.

EmjayCaleb:
@ Biadefolar and cadec 007 you've gotten a new rival. MOI.

Late comer

bimberry1307:
Jazakumulah khaira. I'm glad to see this kind of story here on Nairaland.

Waiyakum! Wow! I never knew you're a Muslim O.

Chams:
Wow... So interesting... Am always looking out for your updates bro... Keep up the good work.. But this Jafar matter tire me oo... Sometimes you won't know the value of what you have until you loose them....

That's true

Episode 7

From her response, I knew she was really anxious, we exchanged pleasantries and asked her about Nabeeelah, and she informed me that she was busy inside, Fatimah led me into the room and I sat on a green mat beside their bed.

“I appreciated Fatimah for her kind gesture, I knew that she really pitied my condition because it is not easy for a lady to propose marriage to a guy” I said

Fatimah said “when you came here to talk about the agony you are experiencing as a SCD patient and how ladies were deserting you because of your ailment, I pitied your condition and decided to marry you since my genotype is AA, if we got married, our children will only have 25% chance of becoming SS, I decided to marry you as a jihad from my part for being a Muslim, because if we don’t marry you, will you marry the non-believers?”

I now realised that she really meant to help me; I informed her that I agreed to marry her as my wife, and we should start discussion about our nikkah.

Nabeelah said “ja’far please, I know you to be a good Muslim and I won’t want you to see my friend as a cheap fellow, her type is rare, but she did it because of Allah, I won’t want you to tell anybody that she proposed to you, because you might see it as if she is trying to help your situation, but people will see her as being flirt.”

I understand the point she was raising and I assured her that there is no call for alarm.

And our preparation for nikkah started.

Our nikkah didn’t appear like a nikkah to me, it seems like a funeral; it is awkward to hear that the groom doesn’t feel free to chat with his bride, despite the merry making of both families, I am bored with the wedding party.

I knew Nabeelah also was not happy but she was pretending, each time my glance crossed with hers, I remembered our lovey-dovey days, I felt like someone whom his gold was snatched and was given a tin in return. Surely a tin is never comparable with gold.

If our nikkah could be as boring as it is now, how will our marital life be? I tried to trick my heart that “All is well” from what I learnt from a popular Bollywood movie, but it didn’t work out. I have to face the reality and never compare it with movie scenes.

Fatimah on her side was very happy, our nikkah as a fantastic day to her. It was her first time to be dressed in a full niqab; she felt on top of the world and she couldn’t hide her happiness. She introduced many of her family and friends to me but I was not concentrating, she noticed my lack of concentration and she asked me concerning it, I lied to her that the population of people in attendance worried me. She assured me that all will be well.

On the night of our nikkah, I couldn’t sleep in the same room with her, I was not comfortable seeing her hairs, I still have the feelings of being a non-mahram to her, even though I had paid her mahr. She was worried about my behaviour and she reported me to my mum the next day, when my mum asked me about it, I lied that I was too tired that night, my mum admonished me to stop such behaviour , I apologised to Fatimah and did as my mum said. My loveless marital life with Fatimah begins.

It was two months after my nikkah with Fatimah, Nabeelah also got married to a man called Sulayman , I intentionally not attended her nikkah because each time I see Nabeelah with Sulayman, I viewed the man as somebody who stole my possession, my heart feel emptiness and wrenching each time I see them together. To avoid the development of hatred of a fellow Muslim in my heart; I avoided anything that would make me see them together.

When we were in madrasah, we were told the story about how Allah tried Zulaykha with love of prophet Yusuf (alayhi salaam), then I would blame Zulaykha of loving another person outside her marriage (may Allah forgive me), I didn’t realise the trial of love from Allah until my marriage with Fatimah, Living in the same room with Fatimah didn’t make us any closer, I always felt as if I was distant to her; I may be sitting with her in the sitting room but my mind would be with Nabeelah, I tried so much to do away with the love of Nabeelah but my heart was full of her love.

It is part of Allah’s commandment that the husband should always make his wife happy but Most times when I tried to be free with Fatimah, I don’t know what to say to her, we were really living like strangers in the house ,I have not seen the love I was promised that will grow after our nikkah . But I am still looking unto the heaven, expecting manna from Allah.

On a fateful day, when I returned from the workplace, Fatimah ran to me at the gate and… to be continued.

Episode 8 http://biadefola.com.ng/2018/03/29/nabeelah-an-islamic-love-story-ep-8/

Episode 6

Life was not easy without Nabeelah; I spent my days thinking about, her beauty, her care, and other virtues she had that I couldn’t mention; there was a day I made up my mind to commit suicide but I remembered my parents, I must not waste their efforts, they have been taking care of me since childhood, I must not make them grieve. I also remembered Allah’s punishment for it; one must not suffer in pain in Dunya and also suffer in the hereafter. I accepted may fate; It is Allah’s decree, who’ll argue with Him? I just pray to Allah to bless me with a better Muslimah.

4 missed calls? Why is Nabeelah calling me, I thought she had changed my mind; I quickly called her back.

Me: Salam alaykum .

Nabeelah: Ja’far, Wa alaykum ssalaam, it is Nabeelah .

Me: Yes, I knew, I didn’t delete your contact, even though you deleted mine .

Nabeelah: Am very sorry, I deleted it because I couldn’t stand seeing your name, each time I came across your name, my eyes became soaked with tears, and I would cry uncontrollably.

Me: If you have deleted mine, why did you delete Abdur Rahmaan’s contact?

Nabeelah: There is no how I will see his name without remembering you, since I know you through him.

Me: Okay, why have you called? Have you changed your decision?

Nabeelah: I haven’t changed my decision but I have a better offer, I don’t know if you’ll accept it.

Me: better offer again? What is the offer?

Nabeelah: my friend, Fatimah, pitied your condition and decided to marry you, She’s AA; I didn’t ask her to do so, she volunteered herself. Fatimah!!! Volunteered to marry me? How will I marry nabeelah’s friend? More so, I hate her

Should I marry Fatimah?

This is one of the hardest decisions for me to decide, I have to get married quickly because I wish to have vicegerent for my parents because my time in this life is short. I had searched for spouse for 4 years but there is no one to marry me because I am an SCD patient, Fatimah is the first lady to agree that she will marry me after she knew my ailment but I did not love Fatimah, I hate everything about her, her height, complexion, face, voice, I hate it all. If I marry her because I am in dire need of a wife, how will I cope in a loveless marriage?

I sought advice from Abdul rahmaan and he advised me to marry Fatimah, he said “it will be better for you to marry her because she showed you love after seeing your flaw, and there is a saying that ‘never lose the girl that still loves you after knowing your flaws’, this is what you have been searching for in the past four years, don’t lose it. – opportunities come but once and if you miss her now, you may not see this opportunity again”

I thought about what Abdul rahman said, I asked him that how will I cope in a loveless marriage, because for a marriage to be a fruitful one,the husband and wife must love themselves dearly, in this situation now, she loves me but I didn’t love her, how do we go about it?

Abdul rahman answered that “love will develop when you begin to live with each other; Safiyyah the wife of Rasool didn’t know the prophet anywhere before the battle of Khaybar; there were no pre-marriage love between them yet they got married and the love progresses afterwards”

“It is a must for every Muslim to love Rasool, so you can’t compare this with that of the prophet” I interrupted.

He replied “is our love for Rasool an amorous one? No, the love we have for Rasool is strictly platonic, amorous love will develop between you and Fatimah when you don’t have problems in your marriage, even if Nabeelah agrees to marry you, your love will eventually decrease by the time you spend all your income buying drugs for yourself and the children, doing check-up now and then. Marry Fatimah and you’ll enjoy your marital life. Insha Allah”

The words of Abdul rahmaan really convinced me and I agreed to marry Fatimah but I was thinking about how the love of Nabeelah will vamoose from my heart, because her love is still strong in my heart, but with what Abdul rahman told me, when the love of Fatimah arrives, the love of Nabeelah will abscond.

I planned to visit Nabeelah and Fatimah the next day to inform them that I had agreed to marry Fatimah, I called Nabeelah and she told me that they had been waiting for me to give them response, she informed me that Fatimah is really anxious to know what my reply will be. She said I should come as early as possible the next day.

When I woke up the next day, I was afraid to get out of bed because of the reality that awaits me, I don’t know how to tell the person I have no feelings for that I love her, I got up and dressed in a white shirt and a black trousers and I went there.

“Salaam alaykum warahmatulah”

Fatimah answered with a loud voice from indoor, “waalaykumussalaam warahmatulah wabarakatuh, you are welcome brother”

From her response, I knew she was really… to be continued

Episode 7 http://biadefola.com.ng/2018/03/28/nabeelah-an-islamic-love-story-ep-7/

Iscoalarcon:
slm alaikum bro. I find this story interesting can I please share it with my friends

Waleikum salam sir. You are free to share sir

Mizsylviah:
Really sad dear

Sha give it a desirable twist.. I trust you

Nice piece. Gives a soothing break from the Romance cliché! Thanks op for sharing this. My twin bro, Cadec007 thanks for the invitation... Been busy, just bookmarked your IVs, I'll join others later. This have made my night.

Hello Op. You can work on your quotations, it easy.
Check this-
"I have killed him" Carlos said, without showing any emotion.
"Just don't bleep up" chief garba said, obviously concerned about his political career.
"Whatever it is will be handled " Dayo chipped in with a dry smile on his face.

You're doing a great job sire

Awwwwn! This is sad* I cant get enough of you!

Episode 5

I was surprised by her words, because I have done nothing wrong. ”What have I done” I asked.

She stood up and said ”Why don’t you tell me that you have the SCD (sickle cell disease) ?”

I was dumbfounded and it was like the heaven is about to fall, I knew my nikkah had failed but I wondered how she knew.

She continued ” I knew you will be surprised about how I knew. When you were discharged from the hospital, I went to make enquiries on what is called ‘blood disorder’, I was told that it is the abnormality in the oxygen-carrying protein (haemoglobin) found in red blood cells, and it leads to crisis in your body. Moreso, it can be inherited by the children when the parents are not compatible, so, Do you want my children to become sicklers?, why don’t tell me that you have the sickle cell anemia? Upon how much I loved you.

”Am very sorry” I interrupted

”Yes, it is true that am SS, but telling you is not easy, because I had experienced discrimination from people when they knew I am an SCD patient, I only experienced love from my nuclear family and the doctors, I feared that you may not love me again – and I don’t think I can live without you”

Fatimah frowned and said ”You are saying that you love her but you wanted to ruin her future, will you spoil her future in the name of love? Or do you think your children will forgive you when they were told that they were born with SCD due to their father’s cruelty?”

Instead of her to beg nabeelah on my behalf, she added insult to injury but I couldn’t talk – it is her time.

Nabeelah screamed and said, ”What if Ididn’t went for the genotype test, how will I know that I am also AS and there is 75%chance to have children with SCD, just leaveme and get out of my room” she began to cry again.

”Nabeelah, am very sorry, I intended to get married early because I knew that my lifespan is short, Even in this developed world, the average life expectancy of a sicker is between ages 40-60years, I need to have a vicegerent, that will be coolness of eye for my parents when I die, I don’t want their effort on me to be in vain but unfortunately nobody is ready to marry me, I wanted to get married to a girl called Nusaybah when I was 20, but we later cancel the nikkah when she knew I was a sickler, Rumaysah also did the same when she knew, I had to face double war; the war that my body is waging against me and also the war people are waging against me through discrimination,It is not my fault to be a sickler, neither is is it my parents’ fault, it is Allah’s trial. I must get married early because am very close to the grave – my days are numbered” I sobbed.

They were touched with my story and we all broke to tears, we wept bitterly for five minutes.

Fatimah asked if there is cure for SCD ”The only available possible cure is bone marrow transplant (BMT) or Stem cell transplant (SCT).

This procedure is at high risk and very expensive about 25 million naira and currently not available in Nigeria; Even BMT/ SCT only offers cure to SCD patients, it does not eliminate the chance of transmitting the abnormal gene to their children – the only way to eliminate it is by prevention” I answered her

”Ha! It means we are not getting married again” Nabeelah exclaimed.

I sobbed ”So, nabeelah, you will also discriminate against me, After all I did to get you, after all the waiting years when I have no blame in this, It is a trial from Allah, and do you think the prophet will be happy if he were to hear this?, If everybody discriminates against me, who will marry me?
Who will marry a man without longevity?
Who will marry a SCD patient?
Which parent will let a child to marry a sickler?

Even after I left Nabeelah’s place, I still have the belief that she may change her mind. Firstly, I knew she really loves me and I don’t think she can get married to another man. Secondly, she is a lady known for a strong Aqeedah; her Imaan in Allah may make her re- consider me.

I asked some sisters in our masjid to plead to her on my behalf, because I believed in heart-to-heart talk but I guessed Nabeelah was smarter, I was told that she asked them to swear by Allah that they will accept me If they were in her shoes, but none of them was able to give her answer.

I lost the hope of having her back on a day I called her and she asked ”Please who am I speaking with?”, then I knew she had deleted my contact from her phone; she also deleted Abdur Rahmaan’s contact. I knew she had started hating me; I have to leave her alone.

Life was not easy without Nabeelah; I spent my… to be continued

Episode 6 http://biadefola.com.ng/2018/03/27/nabeelah-an-islamic-love-story-ep-6/

My Lecturer Wants to Fv*k me, But…


There was this particular lecturer in my department when I was still in school. We all knew him to be a womanizer. He liked all kinds of women, young, old, fat, thin, tall, and short.Every girl in the department tried as much as possible not to get noticed by him. That means doing your assignment with others and coming to his classes on time so you don’t have to beg him to enter his class.

One day, (I am sure it was because I didn’t pray that morning, it gave devil the opportunity to deal with me.) It started with waking up late for classes that day. When Irealized that it was this lecturer’s class we had, I just decided that I would miss the class. Only for my friend toping me that they were registering the man’s course. I quickly dressed up wore my deeper life gown, even white powder I didn’t rub that day and ran to class.

By the time I got to the department, the man had already locked the door and took attendance. That was when I knew my village people swore for me that day. I waited till he finished teaching and joined the other latecomers to go to his office to beg him. Did I tell you that our lecturers each had their own office? Well furnished o! This particular lecturer even had extra seats and curtains. Maybe he normally held prayer sections in his office, who knows?I had already finished planning the lie I will tell the man, how I was very sick and just came from the school medical center. Am sure God was just watching me and my plans. (I already started with not praying now am about lie).

We reached the man’s office and started begging him to please just let us register the course even if we will miss the attendance. The man acted like we were asking Buhari to legalize gay marriage. I made sure I was very invincible in the back of the crowd.

The next thing I heard was
“hey you at the back on glasses,come here” Shoo!
I joined others to turn to see who he was talking to even though I knew that it was the wall I was turning to look at. One over-sabi girl just shouted my name
“Chidinma, he is talking to you o”
I just used my eyes to dissect the girl. I came closer and he gave me money and some paper to photocopy for him. In my mind I was hoping that he will allow me to register after going for the errands.I ran better than Usain Bolt that day, did the photocopy and came back.

As I was getting closer to his office I noticed that my classmates were no longer there. I became sacred.I quietly knocked on his door and he asked me to come in.as I stepped in he asked me to close the door. Ah! Close door ke? I just murmured the devil is a liar. I banged the door but made sure it wasn’t locked. I moved closer to him and gave him the documents.He now asked me my name I quickly shouted the name my grandma gave me (I normally get angry when my siblings called me the name)
“Sir, my name is Erinma”
The next thing he asked me was
“So who is eating this Bush meat you carrying around?”
I quickly checked if I had mistakenly carried someone’s Bush meat when I went to do photocopy only to see I was carrying only my bag.
“Sir, it’s just my hand bag am carrying o; there is no Bush meat here”
“So you don’t know what I mean? You are trying to form form abi?
“No o sir I honestly don’t know.”
“Ok, then, who is enjoying this bush meat you are carrying in front of you. Which of the guys?”
Oh! He was talking about breasties.I suddenly became dumb. And started calling on my ancestors and God at the same time to give me the wisdom he gave Solomon in the bible so I can I get out of this situation.
“Sir nobody o”
“Hmm, so when will you give me to enjoy?”
In my mind I was calculating my fainting skills in cases anything happened.
“Sir…. Sir”
I suddenly became a stamarer.I was seriously praying and promising God to even becomes reverend sister if I can get out from here. It was like God or my ancestors’ sef saw that I had suffered enough and decided to intervene. He then asked me
“where are you from”
“Enugu” I replied
“Where in Enugu?”
Sir, Ezeagu”
“Ah! Ezeagu, I heard they do juju very well”
I shouted “Yes sir o!, they are very good at it. In fact, both my paternal and maternal grandparents are well known native doctors in the village. Even my dad was also one but recently converted.”
See the lies jumping from my mouth like I was reciting National Anthem.
“Hmmm, serious?” he asked looking almost sacred
“Yes sir, you can ask around” I replied.
He immediately brought out the registration booklet and told me to find my name and sign across it and leave his office I quickly took the book, signed my name and ran away.Since then the man doesn’t even answer my greeting and I made sure I escaped his wahala till I graduated.

Read OAU Amphitheatre (The Ugly PHL 101 Experience) here http://biadefola.com.ng/2018/03/19/oau-amphitheatre-the-ugly-phl-101-experience/

E no go spoil for you my brother! this memoir nah dope crack!