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."
Sa'eed pries his eyes open. The place is dark and he can't see a thing. He lays down, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness first. Once his eyes adjust, he sees the light switch and he touches it making the lights come on. Where is he?He notices the room theme, milk and tangerine. That was the theme of his room back in his parent's house. He looks around and surely, it's his room. But how did he get here? He takes a bath and changes into one of the sweats in his wardrobe.He walks out of the room and the captivating scent of something - definitely baked - hits his nose. He remembers Halima. Where is she now? How is she? Numerous questions run through his mind. He knows everything he did to her. Every single thing. He didn't do it intentionally but the deed has been done. If only he will be able to meet her and apologize.He walks into the kitchen and sees something - definitely eatable - dripp
Lash has been lazying around since Zulqa dropped her yesterday. They've been able to sort things out and he promised her today after he has introduced her to his family as his wife to be. It's just 11am so she might as well laze around till 12pm which is when Zulqa is coming to take her to his parent's house.She stands up and takes a long relaxing bath then wrestles into a simple green and baby pink atamfa that is sewn into a fish skirt and blouse. She's getting fat abd she doesn't like it, thank God she's cutting down on her junk intake if not she might possibly look like the largest bag of rice before she even gets married.She ties her head gear into a pleated V-shaped style. Silver tear drop earrings adorn her ears and a simple diamond encrusted ring sits proudly on her left middle finger. She adds a plane green cotton veil and slips on silver flats. She adds a silver hand bag which she arranges all things she consider neces
As they reach the hospital, Sa'eed walks out, tailing behind the driver who is to show him the way to his mother's room. It sounds absurd, even to Sa'eed's ears. How can it be that it's a mere driver that's showing him his own mother's room? That alone speaks volumes of how much of a good son he is.The driver stops abruptly and shows Sa'eed the room. Thankfully, Sa'eed nods and enters the room. Thank goodness there's no one there. He's not ready to deal with any body's drama right now. As he sits beside her, the call to Zuhr prayer is made."Ammi, I'm very sorry. I've failed you and Abba. Can you believe that I raped Halima? And she was under treatment. So if she doesn't get to give birth now it's all my fault. And Halima loves babies so much. I'm such a disgrace to both you and Abba. All of my siblings are so perfect at what they do but not me. I'm sorry I did this. I'm the cause of your situation." Tears fall out of Sa'eed's e
Lash has met all of Zulqa's siblings. She figured out that they're all twins. Zulqa and Zakariyya being the first, Aws and Awf the second, Qifdiyya and Halima the third and lastly Hassana and Hussaina the last.Now they're all sitting in the parlor awaiting Zulqa's mother's presence while making light conversations here and there. She's the only one left for Lash to meet.The sound of shoes slapping the tiled floor halts their conversations and turns their whole attention to the flight of stairs. There comes Zulqa's mother, Umma as Lash hears them say. She's wearing a teal butterfly blouse and a milk straight skirt. A milk turban is on her head and gold jewelries adorn her hands, ears and neck. She looks beautiful and exquisite, nothing like Lash expected a mother of eight, four set of twins to look like.Lash had expected her to be old looking but how wrong she was. This woman here looks nothing above
Innayo twitches her fingers. They feel weak and extremely heavy to her. Her nose and mouth are covered with what feels like a cup. She attempts to raise her hand and remove the cup like thingy, but she can't. She doesn't know why but she just can't.Finally gathering enough energy, she raises her hand as high as she can, only for it to go limp and fall on the bedside cabinet, slapping a cup down and waking up the other occupants of the room.Amal who's the swiftest of them all rushes to Innayo' s side and holds the hand she's still attempting to raise. Afnan quickly presses the red button by the bed and within seconds, the nurse on night duty comes rushing with drowsy eyes."What's the problem?" She says annoyed. No one would blame her though. She was woken up from her beauty sleep in the dead of the night by the worst thing possible, a loud blare."She's moving. Get the docto
The problem between Lash and Umma has been solved. Even though Umma doesn't miss an opportunity to insult Lash, they're still good.Today, Lash is posting her first blog in almost four months. She was convinced by Qifdiyya and Hussaina to do that. And according to them, she can't take the video without her inlaws. So because of that, she's going over to their house for a sleepover.She has packed all what she thinks necessary for the sleep over and is now driving to the house.On reaching there, she takes the small Givenchy suitcase holding all the necessities she brought. She passes the foyer and hears laughter coming from the parlor. As she enters, she sees about ten ladies, including the four ladies of the house, sitting in the parlor all in wine gowns and peach headgears."Oh. My. God. Is that HumyLash?" one of the ladies, a fair slim one says standing up, with one of her