This is a book about two people who dislike each other more than anything in the world. They rather be in the North Pole than be in the same room together. The dislike they had for each other was strong. But what happens when they find themselves sharing a roof. Do they tear each other part or learn to live together. Read to find out how these two people handle the situation of living together and face the obstacles they have in life
View MoreI can’t believe today is the day, the day I have been waiting for. Today is the day Ismail and I get married. We came back to Nigeria for a month for the wedding. Technically, we are married as we had our traditional marriage back home in Nigeria, yesterday. Our traditional wedding was so beautiful, and I was so filled with joy yesterday. Ismail and I looked the best of the best, we both looked gorgeous.I wore my tribal attire for the wedding. My tribe or my native language is Idoma. We have a particulate color combination that represents my tribe. It is black and red, and it is worn for special occasions like weddings, Idoma meetings and burials. I wore a white lace blouse and a black and red wrapper with beading appliqué. My head tie and shawl were of the same Idoma attire I tied around my waist. The jewelry I wore was a white three-row African beads necklace and white African beads earrings. I wore diamond crisscross strap, block heel, sandals. Ismail wore a
2 MONTHS LATERIt’s been two months since everything happened and life has been good. Fatima and Udar are married now, and I couldn’t be happier for them. Fatima has started her own company, and she is doing well. I am so happy for my best friend. Udar supported her all the way, and they are both happy together.Emma and Austin are also doing fine. Everything is working out well for them and Emma has adjusted well into her family’s business, which is also growing. Austin helped Emma through her transition as CEO, and they are happier than ever. I am so happy that my friends are all doing well and have found their own happiness.I have opened my own company and Alhamdulillah (Praise be to Allah) I am doing well. Ismail has been amazing these past two months. He visits me in my new office every spare moment he has. Ismail made sure my office was not far from his, so he bought the building my office is in, just a few blocks away f
I can’t believe I am in the hospital again, watching as one of the people dearests to me battles for their life. I can’t imagine my life without Umit. She is my everything and that’s why I wanted her as far away from me as possible, but she won’t listen. Her fearless desire to help me could have cost her life. How I wish she did not have that fearlessness in her. But I won’t lie, that is one of the things I admire about her. She is the most fearless, courageous woman I have ever met in my life. Her amazing will to help is something I will always love about her. Ya Allah, please save the love of my life.I can still remember when I first moved into Aazim and Waheeda’s house and found out she was living there. I was annoyed that we would be sharing a roof, but I was also happy because I saw it as an opportunity to tease her more. Teasing Umit was something I always found fun to do. I loved it when she got all angry because she always looked c
“Umit, are you seeing this, what could be down there?” Ismail is as surprised as I am.“I wonder too. But first let’s take pictures, it might come in handy later,” I take a step back to take a good picture of the elevator. I also close the door and take a picture of that. You never know what might be useful later.“Are you sure you want to do this?” Ismail asks, stepping into the elevator knowing we are taking a big risk.“Yes, let’s go,” I say, stepping into the elevator. The elevator’s door closes, and we press the only button.The elevator takes us deep down. I don’t even know if we are still above ground, but I know for sure we went down far before coming to a stop. The elevator door opens, and we step out of the elevator. What is in front of us is something I could have never imagined in my entire life. I walk forward to see if I am really seeing properly because I can’t be
“How long do you think it is going to be before he comes?” I ask wondering if he is coming at all, because an hour has gone and there is no sign of the man.“He should be here any minute according to our observations. He comes here every day by 9:00 p.m. and it's 8:50 p.m.”“Alright, but do you know something.”“What”“I don’t even know what he looks like.”“Really?” Ismail asks surprised.“Yes, I have never seen his face, only his back.”“Oh, that’s right. But don’t worry when he comes, I will point him out for you.”“There won’t be any need for that because he is here,” I say, seeing the scary man whose nose I broke, walk in beside a man who looks like his boss.“Really, how do you know?” Ismail says and is about to turn his head, but I stop him before we draw attention to ours
It’s been a few days since David said he found something. I won’t say he found something useless, but neither will I say useful. He just discovered something odd that day. David was monitoring the locations of the places Mr. Alberto was going to through the GPS tracker. When he said he found something, he realized that Mr. Alberto was going towards the outskirts of town. We followed him and thought he was going to a club on the outskirts of town. It’s normal for Mr. Alberto to go to a club, but what makes it odd is the fact that this is more of a small bar, and not even a busy one at that. There is no security at the door to ask you for their ID’s and there is no line of people waiting to enter. It’s really a small bar, and what makes it odd is that he goes there every day. Mr. Alberto is a well-known person in society and could get into any club here in San Francisco he wants to. So, the question we are asking ourselves is why does he go to such a smal
We ate dinner not too long ago. I prayed Isha (Night) prayer and went outside to the backyard. I am sitting down, looking at the stars. While I am admiring the stars, someone comes and takes a seat beside me.“What is this beautiful lady doing here all by herself?” Ismail asks.“I am just looking at the stars wondering how it would feel again to live with less worries in the world,” I say clearly affected by the compliment, but I have a lot on my mind right now.“Don’t worry, In Shaa Allah, everything will be over soon” Ismail says smiling reassuringly.“Ameen,” I say smiling a little, understanding that he is trying to cheer me up.“Speaking of over… I am sure that by the time you are able to go back to work, you will have finished your internship at my company,” Ismail says, sounding a bit sad.“Most likely,” I say also feeling a bit sad. Because now I kno
“How are you doing my dear? I hope you are doing okay? Have you eaten? Have you found somewhere to pray? Do they have a mosque so you can pray? I hope where you are staying now you are not finding it too hard. My baby girl, I hope everything is fine?” There is only one person in the world who will fire all these questions at once.The woman who made me into the wonderful woman I am today, my number one person in the world, my mother. She was the first person I called because apparently when no-one knew where I was, Waheeda decided to call my mother, crying that I had been kidnapped and How she didn’t know what to do, and she didn’t know if I told my mother anything before I went missing. I laughed when I heard it because how will my mother in Nigeria know my whereabouts, when I am staying in America. I am sure Waheeda was just confused and did not know what to do and that’s why she called my mom. I don’t blame her; I probably would have don
We both finish eating breakfast and walk to David’s study. We walk in and take our seats. Once we are all seated, David is the first one to speak up.“Thank you both for coming...” David says, but Ismail cuts him short.“Why are you being so formal? It’s not like this is a business deal or something,” Ismail chuckles.“Shut up and let me talk, Ismail,” David replies.“Sorry, go on,” Ismail says making a hand gesture, smiling sheepishly.“As I was saying before ‘Mister I know it all’ spoke. I want...”“I am not ‘A know it all’. I just asked why you spoke so formal,” Ismail interrupts again.“Ismail, let the man talk,” I say holding back my laughter, because seeing the two of them bicker is fun to watch.“Thank you, Umit, and Ismail don’t open your mouth until you a
I can't believe how much my life has changed in three months. It still feels like it was last week I graduated from University. I have been living with my sister and her family for the past three months. I am 21 years old, and I work at an IT company, where I was lucky enough to get a contract and my own office. I have been working there for the past two months. I have a substantial allowance but have always been taught to work for the things I value in life. My life is pretty simple, but I can feel something new is going to happen soon. I don’t know if I like the feeling or not but let’s see what life holds in store for me. I am brought back from my musings when I feel someone pull on my trousers. "Aunt, Aunt," my cute niece calls, pulling on my trousers to get my attention. Eman is the female version of her father, except for her skin tone. She has curly black hair, large grey eyes, a heart-shaped face, and beautiful light skin. She is six years old. She is...
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