"8th April. Dear, champ, By the time this letter gets into your hands, I hope you'd still remember your father then. In all the four years of your life, I know I have barely been able to spend a year together with you. I haven't been present as much as I would have liked. But in the span of that one year, I have gotten really attached to you. You're my son - my flesh and blood" We got to do the things you wanted, but sadly, I won't be there when you reach milestones in life. graduations, convocations...wedding. I'd have loved to be present with you in each and every one of these occasions. To whistle and shout out to the audience what a proud father I am, but in life, we can't always get what we want and the best we can do, is to accept it as our fate and move on. Move on to brighter and higher heights. This is a life lesson you should always put in mind. You know, at times, I feel lighthearted, knowing that I won't be there when you're all grown and wise. I have always i
Ramlah sucked her teeth. "I have been waiting for you to return to the room for a while now. I freaked out, thinking something bad has happened to you or you've done something to yourself," she added the last part in a barely able voice. Zynah resisted the urge to roll her eyes at Ramlah's words. She didn't expect her to commit suicide, did she? "What?" Ramlah shook her head. "You weren't meant to hear that part, so just forget it. Anyway, what are you doing here? You've been here for a while, and your eyes," she said, her voice dropping. "What's in there?" She inquired, her gaze fixated on the mini box. "Can I take a look?" Zynah inconspicuously hid the box behind her, and stood up. "What's wrong? Why were you looking for me? Did something happen? Is Adnan fine?" Ramlah nodded. "Adnan is fine, and nothing is wrong. I was just worried about you. Also, Dad and Mom are about to leave. You're the one they are waiting for." Zynah waved a dismissive hand. "Alright, you shoul
9th April. Dearest, Zynah, "Before you start reading this, I'd like you to calm down first. Do not cry! It's a command from your husband. Will you disobey? Amidst tears, she smiled. "How does he know so well," she whispered, her emotion threatening to overwhelm her. His words only served to make her even more emotional than she already was. She couldn't help but miss that particular playful side of him, the playful banter they used to share. "I know you must be crying profusely as you read this, because you love me so much. Even though you refused to utter those words to me aloud, I figured it all out. Remember, action speaks louder than words. I have known this all along, but I have also longed so badly for you to say then to me again. It would have been so good to hear them from you once again. It's really a nice feeing, you know. I wanted to relive the moments, but, well..." The amount of regret that suddenly washed over Zynah couldn't be overemphasized. She vastly regre
When she brought out the next envelope, her eyes widened, as if they were about to be ripped out of their socket. "To my unborn kid." She read out the words written on the envelope. It sent shivers down her spine. "How-" she began but cut herself off, mid sentence. She had so many questions she wanted answers to, but knew she would only be able to get them in the content of the letter. The anticipation was almost unbearable. Taking a deep breath, she carefully removed the paper from the envelope and unfolded it. 10th April. Dear, son/daughter/twins :-) It's your Daddy here. Though I won't be able to see you, to hear your first cry, to kiss and hug you, I just want you to know how much Daddy loves and adore you. You're special because you arrived at the time no one expected. You won't feel my presence much, for I'm pretty sure your Mother will fill all voids. She's capable. She's the strongest woman I know. If she's determined, she conquers everything and anything. Nothing
In what seemed like a blink of an eye, four months passed. The weight of Bilal's absence settled on Zynah like a heavy blanket. He was gone, but his memories still lingered on. Adnan had finally began to get used to his absence, but like promised, Zynah never failed to remind him of his father and Just how much he loved him. It was a difficult and trying time for the both of them. But Zynah had to keep pushing through. For the sake of her kids. Nothing much had changed. just as before, Zynah still dwelled in her memories of Bilal, cherishing all the good moments they had shared. She had made it a daily ritual to include him in her prayers, seeking for Allah's forgiveness and mercy on him. Unlike when she was pregnant with Adnan, her current pregnancy wasn't a tough one. It was relatively smooth. The morning sickness was mild. She hardly threw up, and she rarely experienced nausea. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice someone entering the room, until she heard her name be
After months of suffering from temporal paralysis, Nazmeera could finally walk again, but she wasn't as excited as she was supposed to be. The joy of her newfound mobility was overshadowed by the tragic death of Bilal. She still couldn't get over it. In the span of four months, so many things had happened in her life. So many negativities - the first thing she regained her consciousness to, was her only sibling's death. His letter for her had her crying for weeks, then after a month, her husband finally found time out of his 'busy schedule' to visit her. What did he expect? For her to receive him with open arms and a broad smile on her lips? Well, he was wrong. On the contrary, she had confronted him. She had a heated argument with him, and demanded answers as to why he got married to someone else while she was fighting for her life in the hospital. She wanted answers as to why he rarely visited her. Remorselessly, he retorted and blamed her for everything that had bestowed her. He
Nazmeera scoffed, her eyes filled with a mixture of resentment and despair. "I never knew I had a father." She remarked, blinking rapidly to fight back her tears. "You have never been there for us. How did Mom even manage to stay with someone like you? Only Allah knows what she went through in your hands, before she died. I really pity her. I pity us," Tears welled up in her eyes as she continued, her voice quivering. "This isn't the type of family I will wish upon my enemy. If we ever did anything wrong, no one is to be blamed, but you. Instead of discouraging us from doing the wrong things in the past, you turned a blind eye to it. You were never there to instill morals in us." Tears streamed down her face. "I just want you to admit it to yourself that you've failed as a parent. No one deserves to live like this." Mr. Idris' face flushed with anger. "You ungrateful idiot!" he roared, raising a hand to hit her, but managed to stop himself in time. "What rubbish are you spurting? I
Zynah had gone downstairs to get a bottle of water and just as she was about to go back to her room, her gaze met with that of Zaahida. She took in a deep breath and looked away. Initially, she had wanted to walk away, but when she saw her approaching, she changed her mind and also walked up to her, a shiver running down her spine. "Zaahida." She deadpanned. "What a surprise to see you here. I don't remember inviting you." Zaahida's eyes, once filled with hatred, now held a hint of guilt and remorse. "How have you been?" She inquired, fidgeting with her fingers. "I...heard about Bill...Bilal's death." Zynah's heart ached at Zaahida's words. She still hadn't gotten used to the fact that Bilal was indeed dead. Each time someone sent their condolences, it felt like reopening the wound, preventing it from healing. She didn't know if she'd ever get used to his absence. Each day brought a new wave of pain and loneliness. "Okay?" She raised a brow questionably, her voice flat. Deep dow
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Zynah rolled her eyes. Just who would prefer to be lied to? "Yes," she replied, her voice a soft whisper. "It's true," he replied, his voice deepening. "I came for some work, and..." He drawled. "To make use of the opportunity to meet your family." "To meet my family?" She asked, surprised and totally oblivious to the fact that her mother was still sitting in the same room as her, listening to her conversation. "The kids," He clarified, his voice filled with amusement. "They are your family, aren't they?" "Oh! Okay," Zynah replied, recoiling a little. "Where are you right now? I will send you the address or have someone show you the way." "I don't really know. I will ask around and text it to you," With that, he ended the call, leaving her heart racing as usual. Zynah's lips stretch into an unknowing smile. Realizing what she was doing, she slapped herself on the face. "Who was that?" Mrs. Hafsa asked so suddenly, her voice sharp, catching Zynah off guard. "And why
When Mrs. Hafsa opened the door, she did not expect to see her daughter and grandchildren. Her lips spread into a smile and she hugged Zynah first, her arms wrapping tightly around her daughter. Then, she crouched and showering many tender kisses on Adnan's face then picked Bilal Jr, showering just as many kisses on his face, he had to pull away, slightly disgusted. "What a pleasant surprise," Mrs. Hafsa exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. "Why didn't you inform me that you were coming? Come in. Come in, my babies." Mrs. Hafsa ushered. "The kids must be exhausted. And you too." Zynah smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "If I had told you, then it wouldn't be a surprise anymore, would it? I didn't want to ruin the surprise. I wanted to make it a special moment." "I'm so excited!" Mrs. Hafsa said. "Rashida and her family are also coming to Nigeria to spend the Eid with us." "Really?" Zynah asked surprised and excited at the same time. "It's about to be a full ho
Adnan!" Zynah hollered, her tone a mix of exasperation and impatience. "Where are you? Hurry up, otherwise, it's going to get dark before we get to Kaduna." Zynah could not stop glancing at her wristwatch. "Yipee! We're going to see granny and grandpa!" Bilal Jr jumped up and down, excitedly. "Yes, sweetie," Zynah replied, her voice softening. She smiled, reaching down to caress his chubby cheeks. Her mother, Mrs. Hafsa had been requesting to see them for a while now, she figured it would be a good idea to surprise them a day before Eid al-Adha celebrations. "Are you excited? You're also going to see your cousin, your aunties and uncle Muslim too." "Yes, Mommy!" He squealed, his laughter infectious. "I'm going to see all of them." "Yes, you are," Zynah said, kissing his forehead. Then, she stood upright. "Adnan!" She called, her voice rising again. "What on earth are you doing in your room? I'm going to leave you behind, and I mean it." She threatened. "You're the one we're w
Khalid waved a hand over her face, snapping her from her reverie. He cleared his throat before speaking. "Are you okay?" In that moment, Zynah wanted to speak to him, to tell him what his sister in law came to discuss with her, and most importantly, to tell him that she didn't feel the same way about him if at all he had any feelings for her. But something held her back. What it was? She had no idea. "Why would I be?" She asked, finding her voice. "What do you want?" "Easy!" He said, lifting his hands in a gesture of surrender. "I'm not here to fight with you." Realizing that she had indeed been rude for no reason, Zynah swallowed. Then, she face palmed. "I'm sorry about that. I just... Woke up," she lied. "It wasn't my intention to be rude." "Alright," he replied simply, his voice laced with understanding. "Are the kids inside?" A surge of protectiveness swept over Zynah. "Yes, why? Where else would they be if not at home?" "School?" Khalid questioned, his brows furrowing. "The
As soon as Aysha left, Zynah walked back into the house, her heart heavy. She picked up her phone, her fingers hovering over Ramlah's number. As if sending her intention, Ramlah's call came through. Zynah heaved a sigh of relief before answering. "Hello, Ramlah, how are you doing? I was just about to call you." "Really? That is to say we're thinking about each other. I'm fine. How about you? How are the kids?" "They are both fine, Alhamdulillah. How's my little princess doing? I'm sure she's as impatient as we all are to see our little prince." Ramlah chuckled. "I also can't wait to hold him in my arms, ya Zynah. It's taking too long." "Three more weeks and your wish will come true," Zynah said, a smile spreading across her face. "You're right. Thank you for always lifting my spirit with your words. I want to visit Mom and Dad soon. How about we go together, with the kids?" "That's a good idea. The kids haven't seen one another for a while now," Zynah reasoned. "It'd be fun."
Zynah's tears escaped her eyes and ran down her cheeks. All she could imagine, was the pain she must have gone through before she finally gave up the ghost, how hard she must have fought to save her unborn baby. "Ho...how did it happen? Was she the one driving?" Aysha nodded in affirmation. "She was returning from the hospital, after finding out the gender of their baby. I guess she must have been overly excited," Hajara wiped the corner of her eyes and took a moment of silence, before continuing. "She called Khalid to inform him of the news. That was when...when she ran into a trunk. It was terrible. I wasn't there at the time it happened. I had not even met his brother then, but when he told me this story, for a whole day, I cried. I felt affected. It was like I had known her my whole life. I have seen pictures of her, heard only good things about her. I sincerely pity Khalid. Since her death, he prefers to be in seclusion. We've all done everything in our power to make him move o
Zynah's eyes widened as if they were about to pop out of their sockets. She knew Adnan liked Khalid a lot but that was the last thing she expected him to say. She couldn't even imagine herself being with anyone else. Bilal still resided in her heart. She couldn't see anyone replacing him anytime soon. "No!" she exclaimed, her voice rising. "Why are you even asking me that? Where did that come from, Adnan?" "Are you mad?" Adnan asked, his voice quivering a little. "I didn't mean to make you mad, Mommy." Zynah breathed, trying to calm her racing heart. "I'm not mad at you, Adnan," she reassured. "I just want to know why you asked me that. Do you feel I'm not enough for you? What have I not been doing right?" Zynah asked, a pang piercing through her heart. What if it was the case? She would understand, but it wouldn't reduce the pain. Deep down, she thought they were doing just fine, but apparently, Adnan wanted a father. He wasn't okay having only a mother. Adnan lowered his he
While Bilal Jr was busy playing with other kids his age, Adnan walked up to where his mother was seated on a bench, and sat beside her. He always did that whenever he sensed she was deep in thoughts or worried about something. The little boy had slowly become her confidante, her best friend. "Mommy," he called softly, his gaze fixed intently on her. "Are you fine?" He asked, his voice filled with worry. Zynah reached for his delicate hands and caressed them gently. "Of course, darling," she smiled, and placed a lingering kiss on him on the temple. "I'm fine. What makes you think I'm not?" "Because," he began, his gaze still on her. "You've been sitting quietly over here for a while now. It's unlike you. You didn't even notice when Jr fell off the swing." Zynah's heart jumped, her eyes widening in apprehension. "What? He fell? When?" she stood up, ready to rush to his aid, but Adnan was quick to stop her. "How didn't I notice?" "...wait, Mommy. He is not hurt at all," Adn