The time has gone by so fast since we came back from Iceland. A lot has happened, but Alhamdulillah (Praise be to Allah) things are looking up for the better. Fatima and Udar plan to get married by the end of the month; I am more than happy for them. They deserve all the happiness the world can offer.
Abeela is doing very well. Alhamdulillah (Praise be to Allah) she was not too traumatized by the kidnapping. She should be going back to school any time soon. She studies fashion design at the Institute of Technology in New York.
Austin and Emma are also happier than ever, and Emma is adjusting well in her new role at her family’s company. Things between Ismail and me are wonderful too. We are closer than ever and although it is not helping with my feelings for him, I can’t bear to be away from him for too long either. I start to miss him, and I don’t like missing him. But right now, there is nothing more I want to do than pour this coffee I am making on
I arrive at the restaurant and walk in to meet Fatima and Emma.“As salamu alaykum, how are you guys doing?” I greet hugging them both.“Wa alaykumu salam, we are doing great,” Fatima replies.“Same here,” Emma says hugging me.“Umit, what in God’s name are you wearing?” Fatima says when I take off my coat to sit down.“Oh this? It is Ismail’s shirt, I borrowed it. Mine got...” I start to explain, but I don’t get to finish before Fatima cuts me off.“You are wearing whose shirt? Umit, I know we gave you our blessing, but there are steps to follow,” Fatima says in a dramatic voice while shaking her head.“Fatima, what are you saying?” I respond totally confused.“I am saying, now you are wearing his shirt. The next thing we know, your stomach is growing more than normal,” Fatima sounds like she is holding back her la
I can’t believe this happened. Was I that tired from yesterday? I slept till morning in Ismail’s house. I can’t imagine what he thinks of me now. First, he saw my bra, then he watched me get sick with diarrhea. Alhamdulillah (Praise be to Allah) I am feeling a lot better and the pain in my stomach is almost gone, but I still go to the toilet often.I walk to the bathroom to perform Wudu (Ablution) and to say my morning prayers. I also brush my teeth with a spare toothbrush in the bathroom. I walk out and perform my prayers before stepping out of the room to find Ismail, but on my way out, I find something outside my door. It is a small bag with a letter attached to it. I carry it back into the room to read it and find out what’s inside the bag.The letter reads:As salamu alaykum Umit, I hope you are feeling much better this morning. I hope the drugs I bought worked. If they didn’t, and you are not feeling better I will call a d
“There is a reason, and I will explain. The video you watched is not a video it is actually CCTV Surveillance footage,” he says taking a seat in front of me.“I think I got that right from the beginning,” I say feeling a bit upset and not understanding why he is not going straight to the point. And yes, I realized the video I was watching was CCTV footage. What I don’t understand is why he is watching it on his home pc.“Alright, that’s good. It was a deal between two men,” Ismail says still not giving any information or an explanation.“Ismail I just watched everything unfold in front of me. I am not asking you to tell me what happened, rather explain to me why I watched it on your computer,” I reply getting straight to the point, not liking the fact that he is holding back.“I see you are a little upset and confused; that is understandable.”“Ismail I am not upset becau
A few days have gone by since Ismail and I had that talk. Ismail might have seemed like he agreed with my decision of staying by his side, but he did not. I can tell he wishes I would stay far away from him as much as possible, but I can’t. The love I have for him won’t let me. It doesn’t help that Ismail has become more caring and protective of me during these past few days. He calls me every day after I leave the office, checking if I have gotten home safely. He also calls during the weekends checking if I am doing fine. These little acts make my heart flutter for him more and more every day.“As salama alaykum, Eman, Aayan, your favorite uncle is here,” Ismail calls out walking through the front door.Ismail came to the house today to pick up the kids to spend the day with him. They have been missing him and have been asking to see him for the past few weeks. Ismail decided to take them out today.“Uncle Ismai
I left Ismail’s house an hour ago and I am on my way to Emma’s house to visit her with Fatima. I am driving while Fatima has been on her iPad since I picked her up from her house. I don’t know what she is doing, but whatever it is, it has her full attention.“What are you doing? You have been using your iPad since I picked you up,” I say, but it takes Fatima minutes before she answers me.“Oh, are you talking to me?” Fatima finally responds giving me her attention.“Nooooo, I am talking to someone else I am in the car with,” I reply sarcastically.“Sorry, I have my mind wrapped up with wedding stuff.”“It’s fine and why don’t you hire a wedding planner?”“I did, but there are a few things a wedding planner can’t do for me.”“Like what?”“Picking out a cake, the type of flowers to be used, the colors the
I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing. I wonder who is calling me this beautiful Saturday morning. I don’t open my eyes, and answer the call, not caring to check who is calling.“Umit, where are you?” the voice belonging to Fatima asks.“Why are you looking for me this early in the morning?”“Why am I looking for you? Umit, have you forgotten we have a dress appointment this morning?” Fatima says, sounding furious over the phone.Oh, my God! Subhan Allah (Glory be to Allah), I can’t believe I forgot. I didn’t forget, really. I knew Fatima had a dress appointment on the 22nd, but I hadn’t realized that was today.“Fatima, I swear I didn’t forget. I just did not know today is the 22nd. I will quickly shower and be on my way.” I say getting out of my bed.“Alright, be fast because I don’t want to try on a dress when you are not here.”&ld
Two hours later I am done with a quarter of my work. I have only read a few of the feedback comments and have a thousand more to read. I will continue tomorrow because right now I must hurry to the salon. Fatima already called me to ask where I was. She and Emma are already there. I shut down my computer before taking the elevator to the parking lot and be on my way.I arrive at the salon a bit late. I almost lost my own appointment with the hairstylist. I had my hair washed and braided. I didn’t paint my nails this time. I am praying, and I don’t want to. I only had a manicure and pedicure. I still remember the first time I went to the salon with Emma. She asked me why I bother to do my hair in elaborate styles since I always cover it. I explained to her that the reason I do my hair is for me to feel beautiful, not for anyone else to see. I don’t need anyone to see my hair to know it’s beautiful. When we are done at the salon I drive bac
“Move it,” he says using the gun to direct me which way to go.I comply and walk towards where he says, without struggle as I don’t want to get him angry. We step into a room, and my fears and questions are answered.“Umit what are you doing here?” Ismail asks sounding very worried and surprised to see me. I can’t believe I was right; they have Ismail. They tied him to a chair.“Ismail are you alright? I have been looking for you,” I say trying not to sound scared, but glad at least I found him.“You can’t be here right now. You have to leave,” Ismail says trying to remove the ropes around his hands to get to me.“HEY! Enough talk. You! Fine lady, follow me. Ismail shut your mouth before I shut it for you,” the scary man says.Ismail and I don’t say anything, but I can tell he wants nothing more than to get me far away from here as soon as possible. The scary
I 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