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."
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
Verily, whatever has a beginning, must have an end. ~Meemxy Two days later... "Sa'eed, if Halima doesn't wake up before Wednesday, then you're marriage is automatically severed. Even if she does, unless she says she's willing to stay with you, it's a lost cause." This has been turning itself in Sa'eed's head since on Saturday - the day Halima put to birth, and today is Tuesday. Meaning that, in less than twenty four hours, Sa'eed's marriage with Halima will be severed automatically and Halima will become a divorcee. Neither the baby nor Halima are in any good condition. Halima slipped into comma the moment she gave birth while the baby, being born premature at eight months, is at the Special Baby Care unit (SCBU) and on life support. She can give up the ghost anytime though she has started opening her eyes from time to time.
It's been sixty eight days since the divorce. Halima has been counting and so far, she can't wait to finish the ninety days of torture.She was very foolish to think they could work out again, to think she was thinking of going back to withdraw the divorce issue, what a whimsy thought!One week after they got back, Halima had thought about it, this divorce shouldn't have happened. But it has happened and she is the only one that can change it. She went to Sa'eed - since they aren't living in the same rooms - only to hear the conversation that changed her mind.Halima walks through the corridor, determined steps are what she takes. She just needs to talk to him and then they'll go to the judge and forget the divorce issue."Yes, have you seen those girls? They look even younger in person. Fahida and Kamila. Very pretty girls. Your wife, oops, ex-wife would look like an old woma
"Daddy, Abba, please talk to Mummy. Wallahi I don't want to go back to that house, please." Halima is full verge on crying. The two men turn their faces to the side, showing Halima their napes. Their wives have told them to stay out of it and from the way they said it, they know there's more to it so they have to stay out. Halima wails and turns on her knees to Hajjo and Innayo."Ammi please help me. I will die if i go back there. You've always told me you love me, please show me that love now." Halima holds unto Innayo's skirt and sorrowfully, she turns away from Halima. She knows about Halima's pregnancy and she'd be damned if she's the reason why her grandchild doesn't get to experience the love of both of his or her parents. Even if Halima and Sa'eed won't reconcile, they should attempt to, so that whatever happens with the child in the future, would be both their faults alone and no one else's. Having no other choice, Halima turns to her mother.
The glow that's radiating off her skin is enough to tell anyone that she's the bride. Her smile alone shows how happy she is with the marriage. Despite the fact that she doesn't have a family, she's not worried at all, not one bit. She's contented and happy with the family her husband to be has provided her with.Looking in the mirror Lash's smile widens, even wider than a grin. She feels and looks extremely beautiful, happy and contented. Today is the daurin aure. Today she'll finally experience the happiness of a bride, a married woman.Her wedding events have been the talk of Abuja for the past two weeks. Instagram, snapchat, Facebook, Twitter, YouTube you name it. The wedding is trending on very social media platform; AiNayn is all over the web. Hussaina took it upon herself to see to it that the whole world knows about her brother's wedding. She created an Instagram and Twitter account and tag with the hashtag #AiNayn making
Halima hugs her mother and her father before they enter the car. She doesn't even look outside because she doesn't miss Nigeria, not one bit. She only misses her family and friends. Who's she kidding? She hardly has any friends but she's going to change all that now. She has already made a friend back at France, she's a Nigerian and she lives in Abuja too. They even exchanged contacts.They drive directly to the Abba Sulayman house as per Halima's nagging that she wants to see her Ammi, Teemah, Amalie and Afnan. Innayo was discharged two weeks ago and she's actually getting very better now.The Abba Sulaymans want to even start planning Amal's wedding. It's just Halima they were waiting for and according to what Fatima said in the morning, Hamza's parents are coming for the sa rana next week.They arrive at the house and Halima doesn't even wait for her parents. She just enters the house like she does a
It has been two good weeks since she last set her eyes on Zulqa, or even heard his voice. She isn't even bothering herself. Just staying indoors, eating, sleeping, taking care of her self and treating herself well. She can't let anyone dull her shine, she's HumyLash, no one, absolutely no one can dull her shine.Skin care routines, exercises, comedy videos, religious videos and healthy foods are what she is worried about right now. If Zulqa and her are meant to be, then they will be no matter what, and if they aren't, tyen it's probably for the best, Lash has been telling herself.Lash turns on her bed, hearing the sound of her phone ringing. She feels all over the bed, trying to figure out where the hell her phone is. She finds it and uses the fingerprint sensor to accept the call that's coming through. They exchange Salams with the person on the other end."Aisha, can I come to your house?" Lash sits
"Hip hip, hurray!!" all the women and ladies, about one hundred of them, throw their caps up in the sky and catch them.Halima is all smiles and grin. She has graduated with second position in the whole class and she can't be more proud of herself.The competition is coming up in the next two hours and Halima has the perfect award winning recipe, it's a dish she saw online but with a little tweaks here and there.She walks to the car and drops her certificate in the backseat. She's startled by a voice and she jumps a bit before closing her eyes to calm her heart."Hi, Halima. Congratulations." the voice says. Not wanting to answer but nit having any choice, Halima turns to the voice. There stands a man, very tall such that she has to crane her neck before she can see his head. He's fair, huge and very muscular. He's just the perfect definition of intimidating bouncer.
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
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