She read the message again one last time and found herself smiling at the words he had written. He had just complimented her despite everything, and she had no idea why she flushed despite being all alone in the room. She covered her face with both of her hands that had been decorated with beautiful henna decoration and giggled again. Finally, she decided to reply back to his text.
'Oh, thanks for the compliments. Guess you just finally decided to notice, but I've always been beautiful, Mr AbdulRasheed.'
Okay, that sounded pretty lame even to her. So she decided to send another text. 'I suggest you look as good as I do, so we can complement each other. See you later, Zeenah's new cold hunk husband.'
She giggled, and she knew the text would be funny even to the second party. But this was her trying to be as funny as she could. As happy as she could muster. Yes, this was her big day, and she wasn't going to
The mosque ground was filled to the brim with people, all of which were there to witness the wedding Fatiha of AbdulRasheed and Zeenah. He was happy, despite the wedding not what he was looking forth to. But there was this beautiful sensation as being referred to someone's husband. He was now Zeenah's husband.He smiled again as he shook hands with his father-in-law, and then his friends, whom most of them were able to attend the wedding. Not only that, but they also wore identical clothes. A blue caftan paired with black caps and dark glasses. He was proud of them, of what they did. They depict the northern aura around them, and nothing could've made him happier.Consciously, he took his phone out of his white Babban riga and peered at the picture on his phone for the hundredth time now, and wondered, why in the world he was still looking at the picture, or why he still found the picture as beautiful as he does. Something was definitely w
Her breath clamped for a moment, and she felt as though she had gulped a pill of emotions deep into the pit of her stomach. The shock she felt was real, so real that it startled her and she quickly looked away from him and try to pry her hand away from his tight grip. But hold on, why in the world was it possible for a man to have a soft, yet hard hand like his?Despite her tries, AbdulRasheed refused to let go of her hand, instead, he clutched it more in his and adjusted his sitting position, making sure he was sitting close enough.She blushed furiously as Samirah hopped into the front seat and smiled at the scene she had seen. Why was he trying so hard to unsettle her, she wondered. As the car rolled away, she kept her gaze fixed on her side and stopped trying to pry her hands away from his.The cologne he had used was doing wonders to her, and she thought it was okay to close her eyes, inhale the scent deeply and give
She woke up with groan, her head pounding from the exhaustion. She laid on her bed, her eyes gazing on the POP above her. It took her quiet a moment to realize that she was in her new home, on her new bed and in her new room! How iconic!Groaning loudly once more, Zeenah sat up, her eyes surveying the large beautiful room decorated in her favorite colour. Purple. She smiled at the memory of when the Samirah was pestering her on what colour she likes despite knowing what it was. The room was painted in purple and white. Plain white curtains with touches of purple on the window. Almost everything in the room has a touch of purple mixed with white. Samirah really did work some wonders with decorating the room.She pushed to the edge of the bed, wore her shoes, and walked out to survey the rest of the house. She was wearing a plain red sleeping gown with little touches of flowers on it. It is a sleeveless sleeping gown and Ze
"You won't believe me! Despite all that show he made out there, the man still had the guts to tell me he'll never be interested in me! Me, of all the people he could say that to, AbdulRasheed chose to say those words to me." She paused a little from rambling into the phone and inhaled a deep breath. "Who in the flipping hell does he think he is?" She seethed angrily.It's been five days already, but she was yet to forget what had transpired between them. When his younger sister had visited two days back, AbdulRasheed had acted as though he was totally and actually In love with her, and it had annoyed Zeenah as much as the game excited her.She was sitting in her new living room, her legs stretched on the glass centre table before her. A plate of rice and stew on it and a cup of chilled tiger nut drink. She had already started cooking and refused to get food fro
Their foreheads were still resting against each other, when Zeenah finally opened her eyes. She stared at him with the same intensity he was staring at her. She felt her knees suddenly jiggle and shake beneath her. "That...that was...""Intense?" AbdulRasheed breathed softly, his thumb grazing her lower lip once more. "I guess so." He added, kissing her softly again.Zeenah had no idea what was happening, or why she was allowing this to happen, but she was enjoying this as much as he was. "Ohhh..." she began but quickly kept quite when AbdulRasheed suddenly let go of her. He moved back, a cynical smile playing across his lips."You liked it?" he asked smugly. He knew he had enjoyed what had just happened, way more than Zeenah had. But he wasn't going to give her the pleasure of knowing that. Wasn't she
It's been ten days since he had last set his eyes on her, ten days since their last encounter, ten days since he had kissed her. That single kiss that had him unnerved for days, And today, they've been married for fifteen days already. Yet, nothing had changed, Zeenah still avoids him.He sighed deeply as he eased his car into his parents' house, it was past Isha and he had just said his prayers in the mosque nearby before he decided to go see his parents.He had no idea how he can be able to get through Zeenah, her phone was not going through, which means that she might have probably blocked his number because he sometimes do hear her laughing from her room which was directly across his. He had tried timing so he could trap her when she was coming out of the room. But that had seemed impossible because Zeenah totally seems to disappear when he was around. All she does was drop little notes by his food on the dining table asking after his
She applied the last detail of her makeup, a fruity scented lip balm. Smacking her lips together, Zeenah gazed at her reflection in the large mirror before her. She was wearing a peach Ankara with flowery touches of black, and she wondered why in the world she had bothered about details like that, why she was actually wearing clothes with the color he had suggested. Wasn't she supposed to say no? Or maybe, refuse to follow his command and wear what she wants? But, who was she kidding, she definitely does want to see his expression when he actually sees she was wearing what he had asked.She stood up, draped the black veil she had kept on the bed, picked up her black bag and wore her black shoe, before looking into the mirror once more. Her lips spread conspicuously in a beautiful smile at what she was seeing. A strong woman willing to fight it all for her sanity to return and find happiness once more, that was what she saw w
AbdulRasheed stared blankly at the text before him. He’d read it nearly a thousand times over the course of the last three days, so much so that it was nearly engraved in his mind. The words swirled around his thoughts, making his head pound from sheer exhaustion.For the life of him, he couldn’t stop thinking about his past. Funny how we never seem to evaluate our lives in the present, rather preferring to look back at actions past. He thought about his life with Aliya, that bleak year that was supposed to be dispelled from his mind now. But seeing her text message has brought all the emotions back, in a massive wave that threatened to swallow him whole.The most frustrating part, however, was the fact that he couldn’t share his problems with his ever-loving, cold as ice new bride. Bitterness rose to his mouth at the thought of even try
2nd May 2006Ten years later, Abuja. Nigeria."Ga Aljanin nan zuwa (the jinn is coming)" Safina whispered into the ears of her sleeping sister sakina "Get up quickly kis kis, you haven't prayed and he's going to take you away" she added.Sakinah yelped and jumped up, it was already past 11 pm and it had rained heavily that day which make it possible for everywhere to be dark.Safina and Nafisa laughed seeing the scared expression on their sister's face."Where is the jinn? Please tell it to go back I'll pray" sakinah said trembling."Well, you're praying isha very late, so it'll come over and punish you," Nafisa said smiling evilly."No!" Sakina shouted in her high pitched voice. Mama rabi quickly rushe
14th August 1996.Kano, Nigeria.9:13 pmThe cold humid air of early august blows around the hospital corridor, sending shivers down the spine of those waiting along the labour ward. Three, out of the four people waiting were seated, while one of them kept pacing to and fro. An unreadable expression on his face."Bello, get yourself seated, please!" His elder brother Alhaji Sa'eed said."I can't, Brother. I can't be at ease without knowing how my wife is doing in there. She's suffering" he replied as if his puppy-like face will save his wife from what she's going through."Sit down and pray for her. That is the only solution right now, this pacing of yours is pissing me off" Alhaji Sa'eed scolded him."Fine!" Alhaji Bello said, heaving a defeated sigh as he sat down "Allah gani gareka. (I'm in your hands, Oh Lord!)" It has bee
The next two days had been busy, and Zeenah spent them smiling all through like a loon. It was something she had never imagined was ever possible, her finding true love was nothing she had ever thought of, but she did, and she was going to relish in the thought. She recalled the teasing smile on Baba's face when she had told him that she would go back to AbdulRasheed in three days time. Baba's face lighted up with sheer joy, and she had recalled him asking her if there was anything she needs.Maama was also not left behind. She had raced to the room when Baba had told her and had asked Zeenah if that was true. Zeenah had ducked her head down and nodded in response."Alhamdulillah (to God be the glory)," Maama had said "I'm so happy that you've finally decided to give your love a chance, Zeenatu. May Allah continue to bless you in folds, and may you always and forever be happy, beautiful."She had wiped the lone
For the next two months, Zeenah had avoided everything that might possibly link her to AbdulRasheed. Not even when he calls does she picks, nor does she replies his endless text messages. But what annoyed her the most was that, despite what she thought that if she avoids AbdulRasheed, she would be able to forget everything and be happy, that didn't happen. Each time she lay back on the bed to sleep, she kept remembering their happy moments and wondered what would happen if they were still together.She remembered the constant nagging, begging and all from Samirah not to let go of AbdulRasheed, but nothing Samirah had said then had made her changed her mind. And even now, as she remembered everything, she would've still chosen for AbdulRasheed to set her free from all.AbdulRasheed, as strong-headed as she had always known him to be had refused to let her go. He promised to hold onto her for as long as she needs, he'll be waiting, with open
For the next two months, Zeenah had avoided everything that might possibly link her to AbdulRasheed. Not even when he calls does she picks, nor does she replies his endless text messages. But what annoyed her the most was that, despite what she thought that if she avoids AbdulRasheed, she would be able to forget everything and be happy, that didn't happen. Each time she lay back on the bed to sleep, she kept remembering their happy moments and wondered what would happen if they were still together.She remembered the constant nagging, begging and all from Samirah not to let go of AbdulRasheed, but nothing Samirah had said then had made her changed her mind. And even now, as she remembered everything, she would've still chosen for AbdulRasheed to set her free from all.AbdulRasheed, as strong-headed as she had always known him to be had refused to let her go. He promised to hold onto her for as long as she needs, he'll be waiting, with open
Two days laterShe tried to open her eyes, but it felt as though they've been glued by something. She tried again but quickly shut them back as soon as she had opened them because of the blinding lights from the light bulbs in the room. The next time she tried, she was able to squint her eyes a little to adjust to the blinding lights. However, the first thing that caught her attention was the white Celine and the white walls surrounding her. Was she dead already? Perhaps, she might already be in heaven. God, what a life she had had to live to have died that way.She turned her head a little, and that was when she saw someone sitting right beside her. From all indications, it was a man, because the curly hair was bent right towards her, enough to want to make her move her hand and run them through the hair. A sigh escaped her lips when she finally realized who was sitting there.At the sound of her sigh, AbdulRashe
AbdulRasheed surveyed the house once more before he moved toward it slowly. This was the house he had met Aliyah the night Zeenah had been kidnapped. He had called her number and was lucky that it went through and she picked up, telling him to come to meet her there if he wants to get his wife back.AbdulRasheed didn't waver, however, he had told Bashir to come along but stay hidden. He hooped out of the car and turned discreetly to check up on Bashir, who had parked some few meters away from the house. He had no idea why Aliya had told him to come over, but whatever it is, he was going to see the end of it today.He thumped on the door and waited for some minutes before the door was yanked open. Aliya stood by the door, dressed in a mint green fitted gown. Even her breasts were showing, despite knowing the consequences of her actions, it seemed as though all that didn't bother Aliya one bit. "Hello, handsome. Look, I'm wearing your favour
The room was dark, and there was an unbearable stench to it. She moved a little, and the rope which held her hands tightly behind the chair squeezed more tightly. She groaned and yelled angrily and felt like yanking so hard at her hands, maybe, just maybe she'll set them free and remove the blindfold from her eyes. The only time she wasn't blindfolded or tied to a chair was when she was being fed. The first day she had been brought, Zeenah refused to eat everything she was given. But by the second day, when she realized that she needed to eat to survive, she began eating, while the large hulk man stands beside her, his hands folded across his chest.She was still yet to see any face apart from his. She tried so hard to think of any reason why someone will decide to kidnap her but couldn't. Nothing actually makes any sense to her no matter how hard she tried. The only other time she had felt a presence, was when she was snapped. She knew she had been snapped beca
Three days later.Three days and six hours later, Zeenah was still yet to be found, and nothing has been heard from her. Despite how hard AbdulRasheed had tried, he couldn't hold it in anymore. So, he did the only reasonable thing that came to his mind. He went home and told his parents about the situation. His father had been furious that he took that long to tell them what had been happening. Worse of all was Maama's reaction after telling that Zeenah was missing.If Bashir hadn't forced him to, AbdulRasheed wouldn't have told his parents or Zeenah's parents about her disappearance. He had had a firm belief that Zeenah had run off away from him, not that something happened like they were all insisting.But, what if something had really happened to her?"Let's go to the police station," AbdulRasheed's father had announced the second day they couldn't get a hold of Zeenah. "We can't wait here when we