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Chapter Three
Preview of last week's episode
Hamdalah and Abdur Rahman feels strange and unusual because their minds seem to be locked towards each other. They don't understand if love could be that strong that it would overtake them just like that.
They both had the same doubtful thought of whether they felt the same way.
Hamdalah got up very early and after saying her morning prayers, she got ready for the exclusive interview.
Abdur Rahman was scheduled to be interviewed by a journalist.
Monday was the beginning of the week and a fresh start for new achievements. Abdur Rahman smiled at himself in the mirror while he dressed up for work. During breakfast, he wrote his daily activities as well as his plans for the week in his journal.
Mansur sipped his coffee while he stared at his friend. He looked very different.
"Now what Mansur? Why can't you keep your eyes off me?" Abdur Rahman asked while he still wrote in his journal.
"You just seem very happy this morning... and you look different" He smirked.
"Thanks man. Can you get back to your food?" Abdur Rahman rolled his eyes at Mansur.
Mansur raised his hands in surrender, laughing very hard. "Of course"
* * *
Hamdalah read "Learning from Pain" in the taxi that took her to Beep Publishing Company.
She couldn't stop smiling since she woke up and Maryam had given her a suspicious look before leaving the house.
Smiling, she got down from the taxi and adjusted her red veil while entering the company. She had never been to Beep Publishing Company but it was a very popular and renowned company and most of all, she was going to speak with the C.E.O.
"I have an appointment with your Manager please". Hamdalah approached the secretary.
"You are Hamdalah Mustapha?"
"Yes I am".
"Okay. Please give me a minute ". The petite secretary said as she made a call.
"You can see him Ma. You have to enter the office over there" She pointed to a large door.
"Thanks".
"You are always welcome". She smiled at Hamdalah.
Hamdalah entered the large office and wondered the reason why a single person would occupy such a big office. It was very beautiful and nicely decorated . The whole accessories in it was made of blue and white colour.
Hamdalah couldn't stop but stare at the whole office in awe.
When she got to his table, the C.E.O turned his seat aback while he spoke on the phone. She waited patiently for him to finish his telephone conversation.
When he turned to face her, they were both shocked to see themselves again.
It took seconds for Abdur Rahman and Hamdalah to finally realise that they were actually seeing themselves again.
"Whoa! You're Hamdalah Mustapha?"
"And you're Abdur Rahman Ibrahim?" They both laugh at themselves.
Abdur Rahman was very excited to see Hamdalah again. He knew he was definitely going to see her but he hadn't expected it to be so soon.
She looked very beautiful in a red veil. She wore a black gown and red blazers but he didn't fail to notice how elegant she looked.
Hamdalah had thought she was dreaming but she was well aware that she was standing in front of the very man who had taken her breath away.
"Well, Asalam'alaykum. Please take your seat".
"Wa'alaykum salam" She replied as she sat down.
"You're really a journalist?"
"I wouldn't be here if I'm not one". Hamdalah grinned from ear to ear.
He let out a chuckle."I didn't figure you out as a journalist".
"I also didn't figure you out as the Chief Executive Office of Beep Publishing Company".
"Seriously, I didn't imagine you as a journalist"
"Why?" Hamdalah frowned but it didn't take a second to turn into a smile.
"Journalists are creepy" He said matter-of-factly.
"Really. If I was really creepy. I would have created a news that the C.E.O of Beep Publishing Company borrowed a weird book from a public library". Hamdalah laughed as he joined.
"Never".
"Wait and see. Are we still having this interview?".
Abdur Rahman sighed in dissapointment . He was so enjoying the conversation.
"Okay. Why don't we grab a cup of coffee at a cafeteria and have the interview". Abdur Rahman suggested as they both walk out of the office.
* * *
Abdur Rahman and Hamdalah had their interview at the company's cafeteria. They didn't finish till it was Zuhr (the afternoon's prayer) where they went to a nearby mosque to perform salat (prayer).
After prayers, they returned back to back to the cafeteria and this time, they had lunch.
"So I took over my father's company. I'm helping him run his business while he lives in London. You read journalism in school?"
"No. I actually read Accounting".
"Then?"
"I went to school of Journalism after graduating from the university. It's a course I have deep passion for".
"That's nice. So tell me, why did you borrow Learning from Pain?" Abdur Rahman asked.
"I'm a big fan of Sheriff Ali. I love his books and I listen to his motivational talks very often. What of you?"
"My best friend introduced me to the book .It's the first time I'm hearing about the author. You know, I'm not a big fan of reading. Do you have some of his audios on your phone?"
"Oh yes. I can send it to you. Give me your phone". Hamdalah said as she collects the phone and sends the audio.
Abdur Rahman was quiet for a while as he watched Hamdalah get busy with the phones. He let out a deep breath as he thought of how to tell her that the reason why he wanted the book was because of the deep pain that he still felt inside of him.
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LIFE IS AN ART
What it means to be a Corper
Hey great lovers of the Nitty Wall and welcome to another edition of 'Life is an Art'.
Everyone has one in one time or the other say something negative about NYSC. It is a waste of time...The people there are very corrupt... It is very hectic and time consuming.
There are various sayings by people but it all streams to the fact that there would always be this thrilling feeling when posted for camp. NYSC has so many benefits. It trains you and create a good network in meeting friends and getting acquainted with people from different tribes and different walks of life.
Yeah, my going to camp is one of the happiest thing that have happened to me this month and I'd forever be grateful for His blessings on me.
All I'm saying is that you shouldn't deny yourself from having some form of adventure. Adventure spices life and cerates avenue for fun as well as determining new things.
Life is an art. It is very beautiful and lovely. Although, behind those lovely designs are mistakes and errors. Life is not always the way we want it to be but it is our duty to make ourselves happy.
Remember that life is very short to be unhappy. So forgive quickly, love truly and never forget anything that made you smile!!!
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Preview of last week's episode
Hamdalah and Abdur Rahman met on their way to the Al-Amqar's public library but they seem to be very attracted to each other. They bumped into themselves on different occassions and the straw that broke the camel's back was when they had actually come to lend the same book.
Hamdalah and Abdur Rahman exchanged contacts so that they would each benefit from the book but a smile is seem to linger on each other's face as they parted ways. Why do you think so?
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Chapter Two
It was late in the night. Hamdalah, on their night dress sat on her bed and stared at Abdur Rahman's number for the millionth time. Strangely, she found staring at his contact very interesting, the way his name was being saved along with his phone number.
She felt the urge to click on the 'call' button but she wouldn't dare.
Why would she say was the reason for her to call?
Hamdalah felt very strange and unusual thinking of an unknown man but she just couldn't help it.
Do I like, have interest in him? No! Never! He may never see me the way I do to him . Hamdalah fought the thought out of her mind.
"Hey you!" Maryam, Hamdalah's elder sister snapped her fingers of her.
Hamdalah came back to reality as she watch her sister raised her eye brow in question.
"Oh...when did you enter the room?"
Maryam ignored her question. "You've been acting weird since you arrived from work.
"What happened?" She questioned Hamdalah as a big sister.
"Nothing really. It's just...forget it". Hamdalah shrugged.
"Really? Well, I'm not willing to forget it. Tell me". She insisted.
Maryam had been Hamdalah's closest friend and elder sister. After their Parents death, they lived with their Aunt's family and they've always cared for each other.
"I met this man at the library today and there's something wonderful about him. I can't keep my mind off him no matter how much I try to". Hamdalah pouted her lips.
"Who can't you keep your mind off?" Zara laughed as she interrupted their conversation by entering the room.
"It's nothing Zara".
"It should be o. My engagement ceremony is in two weeks time and Maryam would be next in line. You should start repairing for yours so that you wouldn't be the remaining adult at home".
Zara was Hamdalah and Maryam's cousin. She was the only daughter to their Aunt and in turn, they lived together in one house.
The two sisters didn't like Zara because of her bluntness and arrogance.
Her marriage was fixed in a month's time and the whole family have known no peace because of that. Maryam's marriage was also immediately after hers and Hamdalah was the only one left to find her own husband.
"It's not like I'm complaining". Hamdalah retorted.
'Yes", Maryam said, "Leave Hamdalah alone".
"I'm not holding her before. I'm just concerned that she's hardly connected with someone. Hamdalah hardly receive calls like we do and I see it as being strange". Zara bluntly said.
"Look Zara, the reason why I don't want get admirers like you is because men truly know my worth. A large percentage of men that disturb you do not truly love you but they are only after your physical qualities. It takes a good man to know a good heart and a woman that truly believes in love. The fact that I don't have admirers like you does not make me strange. It only means that a perfect man who knows my worth is somewhere in store for me and we would meet ourselves by fate". Hamdalah admonished Zara.
"Love by fate indeed. Goodnight everyone". Zara grimaced as she brushed her hair as she left the room.
"That was really nice of you. You managed to shut her up". Maryam laughed.
"Yeah. She needs ten times that".
"Uhumm. You've not told me about your new admirer". Maryam gave her sister a knowing grin.
"There's really nothing to talk about". She turned around to cover her light pink coloured face.
"Alright then. If you don't want to talk about him, you can at least drop your phone and go to bed. Remember you have an early morning interview with the C.E.O of Beep Publishing company.
'Oh yes. I almost forgot". Hamdalah switched off the light and placed her phone beside the bed.
She had given up. Abdur Rahman was never going to call that night. More so, she had interview to do the next morning and she needed to wake up at the late part of the night for prayers.
Hamdalah worked as a journalist in the Guide Newspaper house. She had loved journalism right from when she was young and she derived passion in her chosen profession.
Hamdalah laid on her bed and closed her eyes but instead of sleeping, her mind played back to the little time she spent with Abdur Rahman . She had never felt that way towards any man before...but the question she has was "Did he feel the same way?"
* * *
Abdur Rahman was bothered about the same question.
Why do I think of her so much like this and what if she doesn't feel the same towards me? It would be just love from one side. He sighed deeply as he there his fork back to the plate in disappointment.
Maryam jumped up in fear as he furrowed his eyebrows at Abdur Rahman. They sat on the dining table and ate dinner but Abdur Rahman had been absent minded. He picked at the food while deep in thought.
Mansur watched his mood and wondered what could be wrong with his friend.
Mansur and Abdur Rahman were close and childhood friends and they lived together in the same house.
'Whoa! Are you okay?" Mansur asked concerned.
'Why would I be when my mind can't stop thinking of her". Abdur Rahman yelled as he raked through his hair in frustration.
His mind wandered to her captivating smile, her wide black eyes and her full lips soiled with strawberry lip gloss.
"Hamdalah?" Mansur asked, knowing it would be the lady his best friend could stop talking since he returned home.
"Yes".
Mansur chuckled. "That's a good sign."
After Abur Rahman went through the pain of losing his mother, he felt that there was no essence of getting married when love ones would still be lost.
It was the first time that Abdur Rahman was attracted to a woman and Mansur saw it as a good sign.
"I don't think she likes me".
"You can't be so sure of that". Mansur said.
Abdur Rahman looked at his phone and attempted to call Hamdalah but he fought the urge.
'Goodnight Mansur". he got up from the chair.
'What the heck! My food is going to waste".
"Not to worry Mansur. I'll eat it tomorrow". He took the plate to the kitchen and covered it.
Abdur Rahman walked to his room but all he could think of was Hamdalah.
What do you think of Hamdalah and Abdur Rahman? Do you think that they would both discover that they actually feel the same to each other?
...to be continued

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LIFE IS AN ART
How Real is Love?
Hello everyone and welcome to another edition of 'Life is an Art'.
I started writing a new story last two weeks and fortunately, I finished it last weekend. I would literally say that I'm a big fan of love stories and that's why majority of the stories I write are based on love.
The story that I'm currently posting on the Nitty Wall is about two people who met themselves by fate and fell head over heels with each other.
We see this in romantic novels, movies and dramas. The funny part is that people see this as 'Love in movies and novels'. They'll be like the perfect and fairytale love do not happen real life and that the 'prince charming' whole thing is not real.
This is why most people do not believe that love is real. You know, the characters in novels are always perfect. The girl would be extraordinary lovely and the boy dashingly handsome ): I deeply understand that it doesn't really happen that way in reality but writers have to create a perfect character that would keep the readers tuned in.
In my view, I think that people do not believe in love because they compare love with lust. These are two concepts that are indeed very confusing. For instance, when a woman have a deep infatuation for a man and things turn around later, she would have a negative view about love because she believes that she had fallen in love but got hurt.
People get married everyday but how many marriages are happy and successful? Most people manage their marriage because they have married someone they do not love.
Don't quote me wrong, love is not perfect. That is why when you love someone, you accept their individual flaws and learn to manage happily. Happy marriages are not perfect. It's just that the couples are in love with each other and manage their flaws without a third party intervening in their affairs.
The main reason why people do not believe in love is because they are impatient. In life, God have destined a soul mate for you. You don't have to search for that soul mate. She/he will come at its time naturally and you feel the bond you have together. Most people can't wait to meet this their soul mate and this make them in hurry to fall in love with the wrong person which will make them dispute the reality of love.
In summary to all I've said, love is very real. I mean very real and it is your duty to know what love truly means so that you can have a happy life. To know more about love and lust, follow our post tomorrow on Love and the People segment. It would give you a good insight to this topic.
Life is an art. It is very beautiful and lovely. Although, behind those lovely designs are mistakes and errors. Life is not always the way we want it to be but it is our duty to make ourselves happy.
Remember that life is very short to be unhappy. So forgive quickly, love truly and never forget anything that made you smile!!!
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LOVE BY FATE
"My heart made its choice, and it chose you".
-Colleen Hoover.
Hamdalah and Abdur Rahman have something in common. They both face the deep pain of losing their loved one and they both seek their heart desires.
Fate brings them together and they see that they cannot live without each other.


Chapter One
Hamdalah walked to Al-Amqar library after closing from her work place. As she walked along the road path, she listened to Sheriff's motivational talks with her ear piece and watched people perform several activities. It had become part of her daily routine to watch people on the road.
As she did so, she imagined how people have different lives to live. Some sold their goods while others drove. Hamdalah examined them and saw that people have right to their happiness.
Hamdalah wanted to borrow a book from the library. It was that written by her mentor; Sheriff Ali. 'Learning from Pain' is a fabulous book that teaches people how to face their pain and learn from it. She had always wanted to read the book and since it was Thursday, she planned on borrowing it from the library to read during the weekend.
The public library was just opposite the road but Hamdalah decided to stop by a shop for a bottle of cold drink.
She walked swiftly to the shop, her black veil soiled from the sun's heat and her long pleating skirt moving along with her.
The shop was filled with different buyers but Hamdalah walked her way through the crowd to quench her thirst.
"Can I have a bottle of yoghurt?" Hamdalah said to the seller but she noticed that her voice had chorused with another.
She turned to see a man standing beside her. They both laughed at what happened but their eyes seem to lock with each other.
Hamdalah thought that she had seen the most handsome man on earth. He wore an expensive suit and his tie was weary due to his tiredness. His eyes were just beautiful and his smile was captivating.
Abdur Rahman had drove to the public library after work.
"You really need that book Abdur Rahman. I guess you should borrow it from Al-Amqar's library. It's at the drive back home". Mansur had said a night before.
Abdur Rahman decided to borrow the book on his way home from work. Thirsty and dehydrated, he decided to buy a cold drink before walking to the library.
When Abdur Rahman's face met with Hamdalah, it was a difficult task to lower his gaze. He had seen countless of beautiful muslim ladies but Hamdalah was just different.
Her face lit up in the sun and she had a shy smile on her lips. It was like something magical had happened because for seconds, Abdur Rahman didn't know where he was or what had happened to him. He managed to regain himself and greet the damsel standing beside him.
"Asalam 'alaykum". he smiled at her.
"Wa'alaykum salam". Hamdalah replied.
"I'm really sorry but there's only one bottle of yoghurt remaining. You guys asked for it at the same time and I don't know who to give it to". The seller said matter-of-factly.
"Don't worry Ma'am," Abdur Rahman shrugged, "You can have the bottle of yoghurt".
"Seriously, I'm just okay. I think you should take it".
"I also insist you take it". Hamdalah said relentlessly.
Abdur Rahman took a moment to think of how to handle the situation. He had a brilliant idea.
"Do you have disposable cups?" Abdur Rahman asked the seller as she brought it out.
He divided the yoghurt into half and gave Hamdalah her own share.
Hamdalah couldn't stop but think of the awesomeness of the man. He wasn't only handsome but he also had a good character.
She tried to shrug off the memory of the unknown man as she crossed to the other side of the road and entered the library.
"Good day Ma. Please, I want to borrow a book written by Sheriff Ali. It's titled 'Learning from Pain". She spoke to the librarian over her table.
"Alright. Please fill in your name and basic information. You are to return it in a fortnight".
Just then, Abdur Rahman entered the library to see the same woman borrowing the book he came there for.
She might be beautiful but I won't give up on this book just like I did for the yoghurt. Abdur Rahman thought to himself as he walked up to meet them.
"It seems we are meant to bump into ourselves everywhere we go today". Abdur Rahman joked as he placed his hands on his pockets.
"Yeah", Hamdalah smiled shyly, "I just came to borrow a book". Her gaze met his and she pulled away blushing.
The sweat on his handsome face made him more lovely and he let out a sigh from his tiny lips. It was something that swept her off her feet. She tried to forget the feeling and remain her composure before they noticed what had just happened to her.
"This is the only one we have in our collection". The librarian plainly said.
"I guess we can't divide the book into two halves". Abdur Rahman chuckled.
"You would have to wait till two weeks for this lady here to return the book. Why don't we do this? You'd contact yourself and get the book from her when she's done. What I clearly know is that the book will be returned in a month's time...You can also fill in your details sir".
Abdur Rahman gestured to Hamdalah to see if she concurred and she nodded in agreement.
As he filled the form, Hamdalah placed the book in her bag and set to leave.
"Thank you". She said to the librarian and walked out of the library knowing full well that the man would be after her.
He at least needs my contact so that he can get the book in two weeks time. He needs to stop me! She thought to herself, trying to fight the tension from her mind.
And just then did he call after her. "Hey!" he yelled trying to meet up with her.
Hamdalah's heart leapt. She almost jumped off her skin. She struggle to fight off the redness of her cheeks but it was still apparent.
"I should at least have your contact. Do you mind?"
"Um...no". Hamdalah said absent-mindedly as they exchanged phone numbers.
"I'm Abdur Rahman".
"Hamdalah". She smiled at him.
He entered his car and drove out of the street while she walked in the opposite direction.
However, they both had something in common. There was a big smile plastered to their faces as they parted ways.


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LIFE IS AN ART
Are you jealous of successful people?
When you watch the TV or read magazines and see how famous and successful people are being praised, do you feel that they are just different from the way you are?
Sometimes, I look at these famous people and wonder when their success journey started and how long it took them to gain their popularity. Some are them are good examples for us. They have an exemplinary lifestyle that make us wish to be like them. They are successful not just in their chosen careers, but also in their family life and belief.
On the other hand, we have some who are very successful and rich but are not good examples to us.
We have some people who don't like fame and popularity. They want to live a very private life despite being successful. We also have those who don't have the spirit of being successful. I'll tell you that success is in our hands. After having faith in God Almighty, it is our turn to put that extra effort in becoming something great in life.
We want to be successful but we spend our time watching TV, on social medias and playing games. I'm not saying that such things are bad. Of course, one needs to have fun and relax but, too much of such things are not good. We want to be successful but the successful spend time thinking of how to create new innovations. They work their heads out and read lots of fruitful books.
Who doesn't know Mark Zuckerberg? Well, if you don't, he is the founder of Facebook and he is rated among the ten richest men in the world. You think that came handy? You think that it is so easy to create such an innovation?
I'm not scaring you away from success. All I'm saying is that you should have your set future dreams and aspirations. No time is too short to start working towards achieving your dreams. Have a goal. Be hardworking, determined and very patient. Remember to never give up because the road to success is not easy and smooth. It is very rough and full of thorns. Note that there would be obstacles and trials on the way but all those will just be the test of time.
Life is an art. It is very beautiful and lovely. Although, behind those lovely designs are mistakes and errors. Life is not always the way we want it to be but it is our duty to make ourselves happy.
Remember that life is very short to be unhappy. So forgive quickly, love truly and never forget anything that made you smile!!!
You can check me out through this social media platforms:
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Lay low and say the first 'hi'
Have you ever woken up one morning, checked your inbox but it is as empty as the previous night. You check your whatsapp messages and it is still the same group messages that bores you. Your face book message is as well empty.
The first person to message you is like a special one and you become more friendly than before...You feel your day is about to be spoilt because you've wanted to be recognized.
If you've never felt this way before, then you're indeed a very popular person, and if you're in the same group as I am, then let's flow along.
It happens that you'd be in the mood to chat and feel loved but that doesn't happen. You'd feel that you don't have a special friend because that's the fact.
Recently, I went through my fb friends and studied when last I had chatted with them. Some was three years ago and even more than that.
There are people I'd sworn to not say 'hi' to except they do so. It's called prestige and honour. When I checked through them, I noticed that I hadn't replied some for years.
I then told myself "Maryam, just say 'hi'. It won't hurt you at all".
I reluctantly did so and see the swarms of messages coming in. A simple 'hi' united me with my old friends.
Most of us are guilty of this. We want the other to be the first to say 'hi' but the other also want the same thing. Sometimes, we have to be the one to make the first move.
Life is an art. It is very beautiful and lovely. Although, behind those lovely designs are mistakes and errors. Life is not always the way we want it to be but it is our duty to make ourselves happy.
Remember that life is very short to be unhappy. So forgive quickly, love truly and never forget anything that made you smile!!!
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