this family is really on fire your comments is highly appreciated

“You brought all these rubbish because you want to have me. That
will only be over my dead body!”
He stood befuddled; not uttering a word as he tried to wake up
from what he felt was a nightmare. But the fact remained: this was for
real.
She ran into the toilet, crying and slammed the door. The clicking
sound told him that she locked the door. She had rather stayed in the
toilet than be with him.
His phone rang and he picked it, still feeling the cold on his face.
It was Amaar, his twin brother. They got married at the same time.
They were identical twins. Amaar got married to Ameena, a girl he
had been dating for years. Ameer was not lucky to have a girl like
Amaar so when their mother suggested that he got married to
Ameerah, he did not object.
“Guy, I know it's a faux pas to call now but I could not wait. Hope
she can't hear me.” He said, sounding excited.
“No. I'm alone.” He said trying to sound perky.
“Maza, why didn't we get married earlier? Muna ta kona soyayya
(we are in a romantic mood).”
“Same here, bro.” He lied, but he was happy for his brother.
He paused. “What is wrong with you, bro?”
Jeez!
This was one guy who was his lie detector. He could hardly lie to
him successfully and vice versa. Telling Amaar it was all hunky-dory
was a cockamamie and he would detect. He could not let his travail
thwart his brother’s first night.
Amaar had the right to be happy and he was going to make sure
he did. Ya Allah, hide my troubles from him, he prayed. This was a
secret he was ready to keep from everyone, including his twin brother.
But it was not possible to tell him it was all well, so he had to give
another reason.
“I just got lassitude from stress, bro. I got a headache.”
“Bro, this is not the night to fall sick. Get Panadol Extra and
bounce. I have to go. She is coming.”
I am happy for you ,bro. I pray you enjoy that for the rest of your
life, he prayed in his heart and smiled, with hot tears flowing down his
cheeks.
She spent the night there. This was his first wedding night.[center]“You brought all these rubbish because you want to have me. That
will only be over my dead body!”
He stood befuddled; not uttering a word as he tried to wake up
from what he felt was a nightmare. But the fact remained: this was for
real.
She ran into the toilet, crying and slammed the door. The clicking
sound told him that she locked the door. She had rather stayed in the
toilet than be with him.
His phone rang and he picked it, still feeling the cold on his face.
It was Amaar, his twin brother. They got married at the same time.
They were identical twins. Amaar got married to Ameena, a girl he
had been dating for years. Ameer was not lucky to have a girl like
Amaar so when their mother suggested that he got married to
Ameerah, he did not object.
“Guy, I know it's a faux pas to call now but I could not wait. Hope
she can't hear me.” He said, sounding excited.
“No. I'm alone.” He said trying to sound perky.
“Maza, why didn't we get married earlier? Muna ta kona soyayya
(we are in a romantic mood).”
“Same here, bro.” He lied, but he was happy for his brother.
He paused. “What is wrong with you, bro?”
Jeez!
This was one guy who was his lie detector. He could hardly lie to
him successfully and vice versa. Telling Amaar it was all hunky-dory
was a cockamamie and he would detect. He could not let his travail
thwart his brother’s first night.
Amaar had the right to be happy and he was going to make sure
he did. Ya Allah, hide my troubles from him, he prayed. This was a
secret he was ready to keep from everyone, including his twin brother.
But it was not possible to tell him it was all well, so he had to give
another reason.
“I just got lassitude from stress, bro. I got a headache.”
“Bro, this is not the night to fall sick. Get Panadol Extra and
bounce. I have to go. She is coming.”
I am happy for you ,bro. I pray you enjoy that for the rest of your
life, he prayed in his heart and smiled, with hot tears flowing down his
cheeks.
She spent the night there. This was his first wedding night.[/center]“You brought all these rubbish because you want to have me. That
will only be over my dead body!”
He stood befuddled; not uttering a word as he tried to wake up
from what he felt was a nightmare. But the fact remained: this was for
real.
She ran into the toilet, crying and slammed the door. The clicking
sound told him that she locked the door. She had rather stayed in the
toilet than be with him.
His phone rang and he picked it, still feeling the cold on his face.
It was Amaar, his twin brother. They got married at the same time.
They were identical twins. Amaar got married to Ameena, a girl he
had been dating for years. Ameer was not lucky to have a girl like
Amaar so when their mother suggested that he got married to
Ameerah, he did not object.
“Guy, I know it's a faux pas to call now but I could not wait. Hope
she can't hear me.” He said, sounding excited.
“No. I'm alone.” He said trying to sound perky.
“Maza, why didn't we get married earlier? Muna ta kona soyayya
(we are in a romantic mood).”
“Same here, bro.” He lied, but he was happy for his brother.
He paused. “What is wrong with you, bro?”
Jeez!
This was one guy who was his lie detector. He could hardly lie to
him successfully and vice versa. Telling Amaar it was all hunky-dory
was a cockamamie and he would detect. He could not let his travail
thwart his brother’s first night.
Amaar had the right to be happy and he was going to make sure
he did. Ya Allah, hide my troubles from him, he prayed. This was a
secret he was ready to keep from everyone, including his twin brother.
But it was not possible to tell him it was all well, so he had to give
another reason.
“I just got lassitude from stress, bro. I got a headache.”
“Bro, this is not the night to fall sick. Get Panadol Extra and
bounce. I have to go. She is coming.”
I am happy for you ,bro. I pray you enjoy that for the rest of your
life, he prayed in his heart and smiled, with hot tears flowing down his
cheeks.
She spent the night there. This was his first wedding night.

hmmmm

Words that every sane girl want to hear from her husband. You are handsome and caring. You have all a woman
dreams of and I consider any girl who marries you lucky.
But I hate you, Ameer. You brought nothing but doom into my
life. I stopped living the day I met you. You took away my joy, you
ruined my life. I was happy before you came. You will never get love
from me......never Ameer. The more I see you, the more I hate you.”
Inna lillahi wa'inna ilaihi raji'un (from Allah we come and to Him
we will return).
Literary, he began to hear a ringing sound, not sure if it was from
his head, ear or heart. Something in his head began to swirl, his heart
ached but something kept saying it was all auditory hallucination.
“I don't get it. But I asked you if you were interested or not.” He
said, flummoxed.
“You did and I said I was interested. Mum is hypertensive. She
did not force me to marry you but I knew she wanted it. If I had
refused, she would not have forced me but I will hurt her. You asked
me if I loved you or not, I said I did but actions speak louder than
voice, they say. You never saw that passion in me or any sign of love.
I began to hate my name because of the similarity with yours.”
She burst into tears, crying hysterically. What ! He tried to calm
her, then the subliminal messages began to inchoate but it was too
late. He had thought she was just too shy. Her lackadaisical response
was born out of hatred. How could he have been so blind?
He never wanted it at first too, but he fell in love with her. Their
parents were friends. Her mother was his mother's childhood friend.
He remembered the first day his mother told him about her. He
rejected the idea. He hated fixed marriages. She asked him to meet
her. He did and fell for her.
He asked her if she was okay with it, he did not want it to be a one
sided love, he could not wish for any girl to get married to a man she
did not love. But he was wrong. Ya Rahman!
She was crying profusely. He tried to calm her, hold her hand but
the touch was like igniting a raging spark which metamorphosed into
a virulent inferno.
She swayed her hands and hit him, collected the bowl of ice cream
and slammed it on his face. If he had not quickly closed his eyes, It
could have been more pernicious. She then sprang up, completely
ballistic, went to the table and scattered the stuff he brought on the
floor, crying and vituperating.
He was trying to wipe the ice cream off his face. Some of it
slipped into his mouth but all he felt was a bitter taste[center]Words that every sane girl want to hear from her husband. You are handsome and caring. You have all a woman
dreams of and I consider any girl who marries you lucky.
But I hate you, Ameer. You brought nothing but doom into my
life. I stopped living the day I met you. You took away my joy, you
ruined my life. I was happy before you came. You will never get love
from me......never Ameer. The more I see you, the more I hate you.”
Inna lillahi wa'inna ilaihi raji'un (from Allah we come and to Him
we will return).
Literary, he began to hear a ringing sound, not sure if it was from
his head, ear or heart. Something in his head began to swirl, his heart
ached but something kept saying it was all auditory hallucination.
“I don't get it. But I asked you if you were interested or not.” He
said, flummoxed.
“You did and I said I was interested. Mum is hypertensive. She
did not force me to marry you but I knew she wanted it. If I had
refused, she would not have forced me but I will hurt her. You asked
me if I loved you or not, I said I did but actions speak louder than
voice, they say. You never saw that passion in me or any sign of love.
I began to hate my name because of the similarity with yours.”
She burst into tears, crying hysterically. What ! He tried to calm
her, then the subliminal messages began to inchoate but it was too
late. He had thought she was just too shy. Her lackadaisical response
was born out of hatred. How could he have been so blind?
He never wanted it at first too, but he fell in love with her. Their
parents were friends. Her mother was his mother's childhood friend.
He remembered the first day his mother told him about her. He
rejected the idea. He hated fixed marriages. She asked him to meet
her. He did and fell for her.
He asked her if she was okay with it, he did not want it to be a one
sided love, he could not wish for any girl to get married to a man she
did not love. But he was wrong. Ya Rahman!
She was crying profusely. He tried to calm her, hold her hand but
the touch was like igniting a raging spark which metamorphosed into
a virulent inferno.
She swayed her hands and hit him, collected the bowl of ice cream
and slammed it on his face. If he had not quickly closed his eyes, It
could have been more pernicious. She then sprang up, completely
ballistic, went to the table and scattered the stuff he brought on the
floor, crying and vituperating.
He was trying to wipe the ice cream off his face. Some of it
slipped into his mouth but all he felt was a bitter taste[/center]Words that every sane girl want to hear from her husband. You are handsome and caring. You have all a woman
dreams of and I consider any girl who marries you lucky.
But I hate you, Ameer. You brought nothing but doom into my
life. I stopped living the day I met you. You took away my joy, you
ruined my life. I was happy before you came. You will never get love
from me......never Ameer. The more I see you, the more I hate you.”
Inna lillahi wa'inna ilaihi raji'un (from Allah we come and to Him
we will return).
Literary, he began to hear a ringing sound, not sure if it was from
his head, ear or heart. Something in his head began to swirl, his heart
ached but something kept saying it was all auditory hallucination.
“I don't get it. But I asked you if you were interested or not.” He
said, flummoxed.
“You did and I said I was interested. Mum is hypertensive. She
did not force me to marry you but I knew she wanted it. If I had
refused, she would not have forced me but I will hurt her. You asked
me if I loved you or not, I said I did but actions speak louder than
voice, they say. You never saw that passion in me or any sign of love.
I began to hate my name because of the similarity with yours.”
She burst into tears, crying hysterically. What ! He tried to calm
her, then the subliminal messages began to inchoate but it was too
late. He had thought she was just too shy. Her lackadaisical response
was born out of hatred. How could he have been so blind?
He never wanted it at first too, but he fell in love with her. Their
parents were friends. Her mother was his mother's childhood friend.
He remembered the first day his mother told him about her. He
rejected the idea. He hated fixed marriages. She asked him to meet
her. He did and fell for her.
He asked her if she was okay with it, he did not want it to be a one
sided love, he could not wish for any girl to get married to a man she
did not love. But he was wrong. Ya Rahman!
She was crying profusely. He tried to calm her, hold her hand but
the touch was like igniting a raging spark which metamorphosed into
a virulent inferno.
She swayed her hands and hit him, collected the bowl of ice cream
and slammed it on his face. If he had not quickly closed his eyes, It
could have been more pernicious. She then sprang up, completely
ballistic, went to the table and scattered the stuff he brought on the
floor, crying and vituperating.
He was trying to wipe the ice cream off his face. Some of it
slipped into his mouth but all he felt was a bitter taste

A powerful smile that made him defile gravitational law; damn W= mg. He was floating, inhaling lilac
and exhaling jasmine.
She sat at the edge of the bed, a small white teddy bear resting on
her laps, while she placed her slim hands on it. The golden bracelets,
adorned with diamond stones, sparkled; synchronizing with the
designs on her hands and legs.
This was Ameerah, his new wife.
She was a quintessence of unadulterated beauty. She was slim and
broad at the middle, giving her a model like glitter. Her skin was as
smooth as mirror, like a new product just out of its nylon pack.
Her eyes were large, immaculate white with very dark iris. When
she blinked, the long natural eyelashes looked as if they were
displaying in a circus. Her nose was slim and a bit long, perfectly
placed above pink cattleya orchid full lips. Her oval shaped face was
set into soft spot which made him wonder if there was anything more
attractive than her.
Her hair was simply made into pigtails, shiny, silky and long. He
went and gently placed the items on a table, carried a bowl of ice
cream and then moved slowly, a smile planted on his face, and sat on
the floor before her.
“Your majesty, I am your humble servant here to serve you. The
palace has outlined my duties: I am to love you unconditionally, make
sure I protect your happiness and never let it go far. I am to provide
your needs: material, abstract and emotional.
I have been ordered to make you smile and laugh, pamper you and
feed you ice cream, massage you, bath you and carry you to bed when
you feel too tired. I have also been appointed to assist in kitchen, and
help you with morning exercise.
They said I double as a bodyguard and a company to beautiful
places. When you need someone to lean on, I will be there. If you
need a friend to talk to, I am there. I could be a pedagogue, or an
apprentice. I could be anything but with much love and care.
Allah has joined us together; I pray He gives us the strength to
adhere to His rules. This is my small world. Welcome my queen. I
hope you will not be disillusioned.”
She said nothing, just looked at him and then a she closed her
eyes. He uncovered the ice cream.
Two thin streams of tears ran down her dimpled cheeks. Were
those tears of joy?
“Ameer, what I want to say is deep from my heart. Thank you for
your sweet words

ONE It was an hour after crepuscular, the moon was vibrantly radiating reflected light rays; blessing the murky Earth; blending with synthetic rays and a kaleidoscopic pattern of light was seen. Mother Nature breathed serene, pacific and cool air which splashed on Ameer; a sweet sensation crawling inside him. He was exhilarated: a cauldron of bliss, excitement, and curiosity. He alighted from his new Range Rover, which he was driving for the first time. It was a gift from his mother, presented to him that day which was his wedding day. It was a new day, a new car, a new house, a new wife, and a new life. The gatekeeper ran to him as he tried to carry the big bag stashed with assorted snacks, drinks, and food. It was the first night. He asked the gatekeeper not to bother and then gave him two notes of one thousand naira. A bright expression splashed on his broad face, his breathing increased in tempo. What? Ameer wondered. Was this reaction for just two thousand naira? He gave him a bundle: one hundred thousand naira. The gatekeeper stopped thanking him, looked at the money and then Ameer saw tears in his eyes. Ameer left him speechless and walked to the front door of the mansion. The front yard was spacious, bedecked and endowed with a long parking space with posh cars juxtaposed. Three of the cars were for the bride. He opened the front door and saluted; heard no reply, and then walked into the gargantuan living-room which was expensively furnished. He ascended the stairs, appreciating the architectural prowess and ambidexterity displayed; the enigmatic interpretation by building technologists and civil engineers. He loved his new home; their new home. He stopped before the bedroom door, prayed, and then said, “Assalamu alaikum warahmatullah.” The mellifluous voice that replied sent a shiver through him; a voice that was smooth, natural, and honey-sweet. He opened the door and walked into the big room and found her sitting on the bed. This was his new wife. “You are the most beautiful woman on Earth.” He said and he meant it. She widened her lips into a ravishing smile that shone so bright and obliterated the electric lights.

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this story is based on true life story