Halima opens her eyes to look around, she's in a white room with everything white. Maybe she's already in heaven, afterall she deserves it because even devil knows that she's suffered a lot from Sa'eed in the name of marriage and Ibadah. Just as she turns, she meets two large eyes looking intently at her soul, they're creepy and awfully close to her face. She screams and scrambles to the other side of the bed, ignoring the protests her body is giving in form of pain from every part of your body.
"Hey calm down, be careful, don't open up your stitches." The man says smiling amusedly.
"Stitches? Who are you? What do you want? Where am i? And most importantly, how did i get here? I thought i wad in heaven?" The man laughs as Halima throws questions at her.
"My name is Doctor Aliyu Kwami. I'm a general surgeon and i was going to my house when i saw you three days ago lying in the middle of the road so i bro
Lash wakes up and checks the time. She jumps, fretting as she realizes she's missed her Subh prayer. As she stands up, she feels herself damp. Looking down, she sees blood and almost screams. She takes her bath and scrambles her drawers for a sanitary pad. She finally finds two pads and she almost squeals in joy.After getting dressed, she hears the bell being rung so she wears her Hijab and rushes outside. After collecting her orders and signing, she goes inside and organizes everything. She picks her phone and sees a message from Zulqa. Smiling like a loon, Lash takes her raspberry veil and drapes it over the slate Atelier Vedahno gown she's wearing. Adding butterscotch Ray-Ban spectacles to shield her eyes, she slips on ebony Fendi heels and takes her phone and the key to her Porsche before securing all her doors with locks.Once outside, she locks the main gate with a huge padlock before hiding the keys in her pigeonhole before loc
Aleesha walks into the room with a tray holding Sa'eed's breakfast. Nowadays, he's been very demanding. Always comparing her to that disgusting being - Halima. She spurns away the thought from her mind and puts on her best smile as she tries to walk comfortably in Sa'eed's favorite cloth of Halima's - a milk colored atamfa with chocolate leafy patterns - which made her realize Halima is way more bustier, buxomer and way more curvaceous than she can ever be.The cloth doesn't fit her at all. She had to use several safety pins to hold it in numerous places so it can fit but even then, she looks like a miniscule, a wee woman. It's like placing a child's habd in a bowl and expecting it to fill it up.Walking carefully so that the train of the cloth doesn't fall her down, she drops the tray in front of Sa'eed and heaves a sigh of relief, exasperatedly. Sa'eed gives her s skeptical look, as if trying to weigh her up. 
"Mummy wallahi na gaji. {by Allah I'm tired}. Isn't it enough?" Halima whines and Hajjo glares at her."You're going to a whole different country Halima. You don't know how things are going to be there. You've already been through so much here and despite being home for one month, you're still not back to your normal self." Halima gulps at the last statement, all that happened in that one week flashing before her eyes, not even a single second forgotten. Hajjo places her hand over Halima's own as she's visibly shaking. That's what happens anytime she's reminded of him."Yes mummy." Halima manages to say and Hajjo smiles fondly at her daughter. Her baby girl has been through a lot.They walk back to the car and drive home. Immediately they reach home, Hajjo continues packing up all of the necessities for Halima's three weeks brushing up course. It's a gift from Sa'eed which was given to her on her birthd
"Assalamu Alaikum." Abba and a man who looks to be around his early thirties enter Sa'eed's house to find Sa'eed grunting and groaning while holding his head in his hands. He slips from the cushion to the ground with a soft thump and holds his head as sweat breaks out on his body, forming beads on his neck and forehead.He doesn't feel himself, since the day he watched SpongeBob SquarePants with Halima in the parlor. He feels like he's being trapped right behind his eyes as he's being forced to watch someone else take over his body. He has tried to loose the thing controlling him but he still can't.He doesn't know if it's because he's trying to escape from that dark abyss, but he's having a serious headache. It feels as if a whole babd using nothing but percussion instruments are having a concert with his brain serving as the theater. He feels as if the actual him which seems to be trapped right behind his eyes is hitting his ey
Halima steps out of the Peugeot 206 and slips the key into her bag. She switches off her phone mobile data as she exits the Google maps app. She looks up at the hotel, Fauchon L'hotel Paris. With a deep breath, Halima praysAllahumma innee as'aluka min nuhoorihim wa a'udhubika min shuroorihim.That being done, Halima enters the hotel and checks in and she was given her room key. She takes the elevator as their bellhop follows her with her luggage. Once in front of the room, she opens it and the only word that comes out of her mouth is wow.The room is painted powder white, the wall behind the large queen sized bed in a dark shade of gray. By Halima's left, ash drapes which have been pushed to the sides reveal two windows that take up almost the whole walls with powder white frames and a thick transparent glass adorning them.In between the two windows sits a wall fluorescent lamp en
Halima opens her eyes to a white room with everything white. Maybe she's at a hospital who knows? She closes her eyes, trying to remember what the heck happened to her. She remembers now, she threw up, then heaved then Hajjo told her to come to the hospital, then she met a cute pregnant unmarried lady, Miss Samantha. Then Afnan called to tell her that Innayo twitched her fingers, then she went to meet the doctor, then he sent her to get some tests done and then she was told she's pregnant. With tears in her eyes, she drops her eyes to her normal sized belly. "Hey baby. Daddy gave me to you in the worst way ever. But it doesn't really matter. I'm going to love and protect you from all of the evils of the world. You might have been created through the worst way ever, but I'm going to make sure you're the best baby ever. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me and i promise to love and pro
Halima wakes up the next morning with a huge smile on her face. Today she's going for her first class in make-up. She skips to the bathroom and performs ablution. She prays her Subh prayer. "Ya Allah, don't let me loose this baby. Help me. Let this baby be the best for me. Ya Allah don't let me be led astray." Halima continues to pray with her eyes closed, her hands raised in prayer. After praying she takes her bath then gets dressed in a black jumpsuit. She adds an Alabaster after dress then a matching alabaster veil that came with the after dress. She takes all the necessary things and puts them in a black Fendi bag before slipping on black wedged shoes. She checks out of the hotel and drives to the mall which is opposite La Cuisine Paris, the culinary school she's going to be attending after she's done with the brushing up makeup course. Entering the hall, she goes up to the first floor which gives a beautiful scene of Par
Halima drags her laptop closer as she is about to Skype her mother and she suddenly feels like throwing up. She rushes to the bathroom and throws up what she had at the food court. As she is about to wash the things she threw up she notices blood in her bile. What could that mean? Ya Ilahi is her baby going to die. Oh no it can't be. Her baby cannot die, no it will not die.She hears her laptop make a sound and she quickly rushes to see who wants to Skype. She accepts the call seeing its Fatima, her best friend. It has been a long four months and she has missed her human diary."Halli what happened to you, you look pale and so slim and.... I don't even know what adjective to use and describe... This!" Fatima waves her hand in front of Halima through the laptop."Things, things Teemah. What happened to you? You look like you've been crying for decades." Fatima chuckles humorlessly."