تسجيل الدخولFarah's POV
“Farah, don't you remember Abdulrahim?” Mom said again, pointing at Abdulrahim, who was sitting opposite me on the other side of the table. “Yh, why won't I?” I said with a fake smile. “Hi. How have you been?” I heard a deep voice say. I diverted my attention away from my mom and looked at Abdulrahim. He looked way better than he did in secondary school. Subhanallah, Farah. Lower your gaze, my subconscious told me. “I'm good. What about you?” I replied. “Alhamdulillah,” he said as we stared at each other. “Assalamualaikum. You must be the famous Farah that Aunty Hameedah always talks about. Nice to finally meet you. I'm Zayd, Abdulrahim's cousin,” the other guy in a dark blue kaftan said, waving at me. “Wa'alaikum Salam. Nice meeting you too,” I said as a smile escaped my lips. Then I heard a beep from my phone. I checked who it was and, to my surprise, it was Zara. We were literally sitting beside each other; she could have just talked to me. I checked the message, and I immediately realized why she had sent a message instead of saying it out loud. Zara: Farah, you didn't tell me you had a hot bestie in secondary school. Me: He was not my bestie, and who says he is hot? Zara: Abeg, he is a 100/10. He's so hot. Me: Abeg, Zara, leave me alone jare. Stop texting me. “Hi, I'm Zara, Farah's cousin,” Zara said as I turned to look at her on my left. Abdulrahim and Zayd replied to her. The elders were gist-ing about God knows what, Zara and Zayd were also talking, while Abdulrahim and I were on our phones. Before I knew it, Abdulrahim spoke. “Mom, Aunty, Zayd and I are going now. We would like to just stroll around,” he said. “Oh, that reminds me. Go tell your aunt that I will be back soon, and you can take Farah and Zara with you. It seems like they are also bored of sitting with us adults,” Aunty Hameedah said as the three women laughed together. I told them that I was fine there, but Zara just had to insist that we should go with them. Mom also insisted, so I had no choice but to go with them. We got to Zayd's tent and met his mom. We told her where Aunty Hameedah was and exchanged pleasantries. Then the four of us started strolling. Before I knew it, Zara and Zayd were ahead of us, laughing and gisting, leaving Abdulrahim and me behind. We were just walking silently before Abdulrahim decided to break the silence. “So, Farah, how have you been?” Abdulrahim asked. I wondered how he could act so cool when we both knew what situation we had been in a few years back. “I'm good, Alhamdulillah,” I replied. “I know you are still angry at me for what happened, but I wanted to explain to you that it wasn't my fault. I told Khalid and my other friends that they shouldn't go on with the dare, but they didn't listen. I'm sorry. And again, since the day of the incident, I haven't spoken to Khalid or the others again,” he said. At that point, I felt a little bit angry and, at the same time, guilty. I didn't understand why I was feeling guilty. He was the one at fault, and I still didn't believe his story. How could you and your friend have a bet, and you tell me you weren't part of it? “Abdulrahim, please don't even start with your story. I didn't want to talk to you then, and my decision hasn't changed even now. I mean, I took you as one of my best friends. I took Aunty Hameedah as my second mother, but you had to do what you did. Da Allah, I'm not in the mood to listen to your rubbish,” I said. Without waiting for a reply, I went to meet Zara and dragged her back to the canopy. Even though she was in shock and kept asking me what happened, I didn't reply. When we got to the canopy, Mom and Aunty Hameedah asked us where the boys were. I quickly told them that they had gone to meet some of their friends. It was already late, so Aunty Hameedah said her goodbyes and left. Zara was trying to ask me why I had dragged her away, but I didn't answer her. The party came to an end, so we all said our goodbyes to Aunty Memunat, Zara and her siblings, and went back home. By the way, Ya Sodiq had already left. I quickly went to my room, had my bath, performed ablution, then put on my pink pajamas. I put on my hijab and prayed. After praying, I lay on my bed and picked up my phone. I started checking my W******p messages because I hadn't checked my phone since the afternoon, after chatting with Zara earlier. I saw a message from Asma, my childhood bestie. Asma: Hey bae, how are you doing? And how was Ya Nadia's convocation? Did you meet any hot guy? Immediately you get this message, text me back. I smiled. Typical Asma, always looking for gist. Me: Hey girl, the convocation was nice. Ya Nadia graduated with a first-class degree. And no, I didn't find any hot guy. Asma, you know me. I'm so boring. After replying to Asma, I saw a message from Zara. Zara: You know you have a lot of explaining to do. What made you so pissed that you had to drag me like that, hmm...? I had completely forgotten about Zara. I knew she was just offended because she wasn't able to talk to Zayd for a while longer. I saw the way she was smiling while talking to him. Me: Yes, dear cousin, I know, and I will explain later. Not now. I know you are pissed that I didn't let you talk to Zayd longer. Zara: What do you mean now? I'm not in the mood for all this nonsense, Farah, okay? Well, remember you still have to tell me why you dragged me from there. Me: Okay, dear cousin. I got another message from Asma. Asma: Yes, bae, I know you are boring, and I know you are tired, so tomorrow you'll gist me about it, okay? I quickly replied. Me: Yes, okay, okay. Good night, bae. I was about to turn off my phone when I saw another message from an unknown number. Unknown: Hi. I know you are still angry, but at least just forgive me for the sake of Allah. It's been almost three years now, and you are still angry. Forget about everything, and we can start afresh, Farah. Once again, I'm sorry. I immediately knew it was Abdulrahim. How did he get my number? And I didn't understand why he still didn't get that I didn't want to talk to him. Kai, some people were so annoying. Me: Toh, Abdulrahim, I have told you times without number to leave me alone. And how did you even get my number? The next time you try to contact me again, I will block you. Just keep that in mind, eh. Unknown: Farah, I don't get why you are so angry. I didn't do anything wrong. I even saved you from Khalid, and here you are blaming me. If that's how you want it, then fine. I won't contact you again. If it were any other person in my case, they wouldn't even bother begging for your forgiveness anymore because you are too egotistical. So I will save myself the stress by not texting you or apologizing to you anymore. And by the way, I got your number from your cousin. She exchanged numbers with my cousin, so that's how I could ask her for yours. Keep your forgiveness to yourself. After reading that, instead of being thankful that he wouldn't be texting me again, I felt kind of hurt. But I brushed it aside and put my phone away.Farah's POVBy Wednesday, the whole house had shifted into a new gear.Today the groom's family was bringing the kayan lefe, the bride's gifts, so Ya Nadia had gone to wait at Ya Rufaydah's place while I stayed back to cook for the guests."Farah, go tell your sister to hurry and leave. Does she want them to meet her here?" Mami called from the kitchen.I went and passed the message along, and ten minutes later Ya Nadia was gone.By one, the guests arrived with fifteen boxes between them. We fed them, Mami sat with them a while, and then they left.Zara and I hauled the boxes into Mami's room and called Ya Nadia to come home. She made us swear not to open a single one before she got there.When she finally arrived, we tore into them one after another. Wallahi, I wished I owned half of what was inside, lace, ankara, abayas, jewelry, bags, shoes, skincare, more than I could count. We admired every piece, packed it all back up, and Zara and I filmed the whole haul to send to Asma.The ne
Farah's POVAfter Ya Mukhtar and his friends left, we all pressed Ya Nadia to open the last box. It was already past seven, an hour past when the party was supposed to have ended.She lifted the lid... and inside sat a Mercedes-Benz key.The room exploded."Oh my God, someone actually bought her a car! But who?"Then she found a letter tucked beneath it and started reading it out loud."Nadia, even if I've never shown it or told you before, I love you. I'm so happy my baby is getting married. It feels like only a blink since you were born. I was so happy then, even if I never really acted like it. I hope you enjoy today. Yours truly, Da..."She never finished the name. The key clattered to the floor, and she was already halfway up the stairs before any of us could react.What was that?I told Zara and Asma to see the last of the guests out, then went up after her.---She was on the floor when I found her, knees pulled to her chest, crying too hard to answer when I asked what happened
Farah's POVBy noon, the house had filled with Ya Nadia's friends, and — of course — my girls too: Zara and Asma. I'd even asked Aunty Hameedah to bring Nuri along.The bridal shower was supposed to start at ten. It started at noon instead, which surprised absolutely no one. By the time it did, we'd been dancing, singing, and posing for pictures for what felt like hours already.Ya Nadia stood at the center of it all in a white gown, turban, and veil, glowing in a way that made my chest ache a little. The rest of us wore pink, a sea of it, moving around her like petals."Time for the games!" the MC announced, clapping her hands for order. "Bridal Pictionary! Ten groups, five per group — the bride will be our judge."A board went up on an easel. Beside it, a bowl of folded papers and a marker."One person picks a word, another draws it, one minute on the clock. At the end, the bride picks the winning team and keeps her favorite drawing."My group. Me, Asma, Zara, Nuri, and Zainab, one
Farah's POVBy Wednesday, the whole house had turned into a henna-ceremony production line.Amma, Aunty Memunah arrived that morning with Baby Nadia and Abdulrafeeq, back from boarding school two weeks earlier. I hadn't seen him in months. He was sixteen now, and somehow already taller than me. Ya Sodiq wouldn't make it until closer to the wedding — work, as always, but he'd promised he'd be there. Even Aunty Hameedah had come to help.Abdulrahim's mom.As much as I couldn't stand her son, I loved her. She'd always treated me like her own, even back in secondary school, even though she already had a daughter.Zara and I were in the kitchen, elbow-deep in prep, while Mama, Amma, and Aunty Hameedah gisted in the living room about God-knows-what. Baby Nadia had been a whirlwind since morning and was, mercifully, down for a nap."Ya Farah! Feeq won't give me my iPad, and I'm watching Barbie!" Baby Nadia announced, storming in, nap apparently over."Feeq, give my baby her iPad. Don't make
Farah's POVI landed in Abuja and ordered an Uber straight home, my knee bouncing the entire ride.I hadn't told anyone I was coming back today — I'd let them all believe my exams ran until next week. I wanted to walk through that gate and watch their faces."We're here, ma'am," the driver said.I paid him, hauled my luggage out, and knocked on the gate myself instead of calling ahead.It swung open.Zafeer."Ya Farah!" He barreled into me before I could even set my bag down, arms locking around my waist."Zafeer! I missed you so much." I pulled back to look at him properly, dragging his cheeks between my fingers. "Look at you, how many months was I gone that you grew this much?""Ya Farah, did you bring me something?" he asked, already craning his neck toward my suitcase."Hmm, did I? Oh no." I pressed a hand to my mouth. "I think I left it in the Uber.""Ahn-ahn, no! Let's call him back, quick—""I'm joking, baby." I laughed, ruffling his hair. "Come inside, I'll give it to you.""
Farah's POVFinally. My last paper was done.I practically floated out of the exam hall, already thinking about Abuja, about Mama's fura, about helping Ya Nadia into her gown, about being useless and giddy for an entire month with nothing to do but wedding prep. I was halfway back to my apartment when my phone buzzed."Assalamualaikum," I answered."Wa'alaikum salam. How have you been? Haven't heard from you in a while," Samad said."Alhamdulillah, I've been good. Exam stress, you know how it is.""Are you done with all your papers now?""Just finished the last one. I'm on my way home.""That's great," he said. "Can I meet you at the restaurant outside school?""Sure, no problem.""See you then."I hung up and smiled to myself.Samad and I had started talking back when Zinat and I ran into him outside the restaurant one afternoon, the same restaurant where Abdulrahim and I had our argument. He'd recognized me and pulled me aside while Zinat waited in the car. At first I was ready to







