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"It's almost 3 months now. The Akerele's came here looking for you. Hajia Mariam is pregnant."
"Really dad! Masha Allah!! I'm happy for them..." I muttered happily. It was so unbelievable... Strings of tears immediately formed at the edge of my eyes.
"So, why didn't they call me or find me at least?" I asked dad.
"I guess, maybe they weren't opportuned to. They actually came to ask for your forgiveness and to thank you as well."
"Subhanallah! That family served as my benefactor to me. I would never ever be angry at them for anything, dad I love than you would ever imagine"
"Really? "
**"Aisha, are you alright?""Www...what exactly is wrong with my mum? Is ss...she well?""You saw her just now, didn't you?""Nnn..no doctor, that is not my mother. I couldn't believe she didn't even recognise me. I mean, I didn't recognise her either. I need to pray for her. Take his bottle." I handed her a 5-litre(s) bottle."Let her bath with part of it and also give her to drink from it. I'm sure everything would be fine." I muttered to Dr. Lulu, still in tears.The bottle contained direct raindrops filled with various prayers and suplications I made for my babies' bath but I gave it to her.&
***It was an autumn wedding in the late afternoon. The venue was in a beautiful garden, faced a breathtaking sunset. At the end of each seat arranged, jasmine scented candles hung from a naked tree branches. Spread down the aisle was white leaves, as far as eyes could see, slightly moist that they wouldn't crack when you step on them.We had a small groups of close families and friends. Most of my the central mosque's members were present, including Iya Owala and Adduni's mother. They were all dressed in a beautiful silver and gold designed asoebi ankara as planned. The styles of their golden gele was so unique, I couldn't help but to smile. It was a beautiful wedding, indeed. On the side of the aisle, they sat white chairs for them on the natural carpet-grass."Okay, okay, Aisha... You need to breath.
After the wedding, I planned to take care of mum for a while before traveling again. Hajia Amina suggested that we live in one of her houses at California. If not forever, at least... For the main time. That was one out of the thousands of the wedding presents she had for us. She thanked me so much for making her dreams come true. Instead of seeing me as a cinderella, it was ironical. Imagine she saw herself as a cinderella and me... As her fairy-god-mother. So funny, isn't it? How life could be a joke making pranks with you...We spent one more week before leaving Nigeria.Abdul and I left for the airport. Although, it was a surprise, Wy didn't tell me where we were going to have our ever-green, memorable and romantic honeymoon. It was a surprise, whatever!...About how it all happened from
[11/26, 10:47] Olu Fajembola2: Epilogue & Acknowledgement{In the name of Allah}Never Blame a Day in Your Life,Good days give happiness,Bad days give experience,Worst days give lessons ,And Best days give sweet memories¤¤¤Stay strong and Be positive when,Things Go Wrong.Don't get upset,Just pray and say."I Will Get Through!"Always remember,Allah loves you! ¤¤¤AcknowledgmentI must above all, first acknowledge the Most High God, The Author and Finisher of our lives who is the course of this creative work.Mother...
After mum and dad died in a plane crash, I and Zayd had to struggle on our own to make the best out of life. In this process, Zayd meets Madinah and they continued their long-time relationship. Madinah, in the other hand has brain issues and can't differenciate between love and hatred. Controlling her temper is one difficult thing on it's own. Are they destined to be with each other? What happens when Madinah and Zayd start having misunderstandings? Finding out if they were really meant to be?...This is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, Places, Events and Incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead are purely coincidental Do not distribute, publish, transmit, modify, display or create derivative works or exploit the contents of this story in any form. Please, obtain permission. Do not copy any part of this book. Plagiarism is a crime.Also, I dedicate
After mum and dad died in a plane crash, I and Zayd had to struggle on our own to make the best out of life. In this process, Zayd meets Madinah and they continued their long-time relationship. Madinah, in the other hand has brain issues and can't differenciate between love and hatred. Controlling her temper is one difficult thing on it's own. Are they destined to be with each other? What happens when Madinah and Zayd start having misunderstandings? Finding out if they were really meant to be?...This is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, Places, Events and Incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead are purely coincidental Do not distribute, publish, transmit, modify, display or create derivative works or exploit the contents of this story in any form. Please, obtain permission. Do not copy any part of this book. Plagiarism is a crime.Also, I dedicate
"May I have your order, please?" The waiter ordered."Shall we order?" Zayd asked her staring at her beautiful pearl-like face and doe-like eyes. It was as if he was having dinner with the moon."Yes, sure." She let out a soft smile, exposing her cute dimpled cheek.She collected the food menu from the waiter and ordered what she would like.Zayd couldn't help but to keep staring at her mesmerising beauty."What should I ask you first?" He smirked, still staring into her eyes. There is so much I'm curious about."Me too... It's nice seeing you, I was only 5 then... about 15 years now, right?""Yes... It is. What about studies? What did you study?"Studies is fine... I'm through with my degree. I studied business administration and I'll be taking over dad's company after him. What about you?"
3 Days Later..."So you're going to meet Madinah today?""Yes..." His eyes immediately turns to me, looking kind of teary. "I can't help but to feel nervous.""Huh-huh... My twin brother is in love." I joked.He replied with a silly look."So, have you called her yet?""No, just email.""So how would you two meet? I mean how would you understand each other?...""Don't worry, Zay. I'll call her when she gets here."I couldn't help but to smile... Since our parents passed away, it's been so difficult to see so much joy and happiness in Zayd's smile. He looks so cute with it. I stared at him lovingly. He seemed so happy."You seem so happy, bro?""Yes, of course... I'm so happy, I'll finally meet the love of my life today. It also seems she has friends in Nigeria."