Tehzeeb

Dedicated To My Beloved Editor....MaryamShe was in a haste to get home that she wasn't looking her way when she bumped into someone."I'm sorry" she said, and continued walking without waiting or looking at him a second time. She quickly hailed a cab coming towards her and entered to go home. She arrived home and was about to dash inside the how when the cab make yelled, "Mallama baki biyani ba fa (Madam you are yet to pay me)". She stopped in her tracks and hit her forehead with and hand before turning to him. "Sorry, mantuwa na yi (sorry, I forgot)", she paid and dashed inside the compound. "Umma! Umma!!", she began to shout even before reaching the room. "Ke yarinya na yashe Zaki girma? (hey my girl, when will you grow up?)" Baba asked, "daga dawowar ki da Kiran sunnan Umma ki ko (from coming back you are already calling your mum's name)". Her Baba said laughing at her behavior. She pouted, "haba Baba, you know she was sick before I left for school this morni

Immediately they arrived home, Tehzeeb had tears streaming down her face. She was in pain about what happened. She was an emotional mess especially when it comes to her parents. She loathed seeing them in pain or being looked down on just because they were not wealthy. The wealth which she knows Allah can take away from whosoever he wishes but because of that worldly things some people looked down on her parents.Whenever she remembered the look the guy gave her parents she cried even more and clutched onto her chest tightly"Haba Tehzeeb. Why are you crying? You slapped him which I suppose you should be better but here you are crying, why?" Mallam Audu her father asked"Am sorry Baba I just" she hiccuped "I just don't like it when someone disrespects you. I can't do that to anyone's parent but look at what what said to you. Someone like that who is a nobody said what he felt like without any ounce of respect just because

She did as she was told before going out to join her parents to eat"My daughter. How was the lecturers" asked Baba Mallam Audu"It was fine. Alhamdulillah" replied Tehzeeb"That's good. May the Lord see you through""Ameen Baba" with that they ate there food in silence. Tehzeeb pack the dishes to the kitchen before she performs wudu and enters her room.She was not in the mood to go out to gist with her parents today, because if she does then they will know that something was bothering her which she don't want them to know."Tehzeeb dear. Aren't you coming out?" Umma asked from outside her room"No Umma. I want to go through my books first""Oh dear. You need to rest. It's not been long you came back from school and you want to read again. Let's your brain rest for a while""Hummm" she sighed before she replies "Okay Umma

In life no matter what you do people will suspect or point finger at you. So it's better to stay in a clear cost. We own our life not others_______________________________The tension in the room was too much and becoming unbearable for Tehzeeb but she dare not walk out on her parents since she was not brought up like that. She hang her head low expecting the inevitable because she knows her father will give her his piece of mind. There silence was disturbing her but she couldn't talk since she have spill the beans. She was about to say something when she heard her father cleared his throat. Which she sighed in relief because that alone lessened the tension in the room"Tehzeeb" Mallam Audu called her name. She shivered with the way he called her name. The tune in which he used to call her name was rarely used by him unless it's something

Ibrahim was sitting comfortably on his chair with phone on his hand which he was receiving a call with. "Mummy you don't missed me at all" Ibrahim complained from the other side of the phone"Of course I missed you. And moreover if I don't missed you who will?" mummy asked"Hmm that's what you will say""No that's how it is""Okay. How are you doing over there mummy?" He asked in a serious tone"I'm fine son, how are you doing over there. I hope you do eat and pray on time?" Mummy asked Ibrahim with concern laced on her voice"Don't worry mummy I'm fine Alhamdulillah""Good to hear that. Ibrahim" she called him and kept quiet before she continued" I know you're a good and religious son, but please don't allow bad friends to influence you which will lead you astray. Always have the fear of Allah wherever you are. Remember I might not be there to see you but the Lord we serve doesn't sleep. So please absent yourself f