Lying down on his bed, thinking about everything and nothing. After a long week, he finally has time to warm his bed. He has been expanding their family business this whole week to even find time for his room. His father decided to pass the business down to him a month back. His father thought he wasn't fit enough to have the business at the age of twenty nine, but something miraculously changed his mind. Not that he isn't good with his work, he knew he was great. He manage to spoil all his chances to get the company when he made a catastrophic decision. He was so blinded in retribution that he didn't lay much attention to his future. It was qualmish. It was almost too late when he manage to eviscerate his life from the caustic depth of nothingness.
For four years, he worked as an employee in his own father's company and it didn't bother him. He was really happy with what he had back then. And his father didn't -for a slightest bit- differentiate him from the other employees. He scold him just as he would do to them, he made him work hard just as every other employee. He likes it like that, his father is always just even among his own children.
"Ya Zayn, Baba asked for you. He is waiting for you in his living room." His younger sister -Maaysa, said after knocking a few times and he mumble a silent come in.
"Wait let's go together. Let me just change." He ordered before walking into his closet to change. He immediately wrap himself in sweats before walking out of the closet. "Let's go!"
"You're being grumpy again." Maaysa whined as she graciously walk down the hallway.
Zayn always tease her that she walks like her name. No matter how many times he'd tease her with his elder sister, she always walks that way. At first, they thought it was her teenage time, changing her walk but then found out it was very natural. He loves her to death but she always thought of him as a grumpy person which he turned into some few years back. Everything was going the wrong way then and he didn't know he was also following the wrong way. He was a wasp just a few years back!
"I'm not! You just want to call me grumpy and you did." He playfully glare at her and soon they're put of his side, falling into a longer hallway.
When he was twenty, he was never like this with his sister -sisters- he never has time for his family. He went to abroad to study and from that moment, he has changed his way of living, hence, the catastrophic decisions. Just a year ago, he manage to pitch away from his formless state.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night. Baba is talking about your wedding, I think." She hypocritically whisper in his ear after much tiptoeing -she still didn't reach his ear.
"Oh really! That's nice. It's been long since he last talked about it. I think he's with the bride this time around." He chuckled at his own words and his sister join in. They knew their father quite enough.
He'd give you a hint, and when you don't take that hint, he'll make sure everything turns out his way. Like the time when he ask Zayn to come and see his office if he'll like it there, Zayn didn't bother going and his father forced him to start working under him. He loves them but likes being the master. The head of the house is -Father and he will never forget those words. He says it almost everyday.
"True!" Maaysa laughed a bit before they both say taslim in their father's living room where all the family members are, sitting on the huge plush black couches.
"Good Afternoon, Baba." Zayn greeted, slightly squating down in front of the old man who is his father, before standing up to greet his mother with a kiss on the cheek and did the same to his other sisters. He didn't even know when they arrived.
"Afternoon! We're all gathered here, I'll just do the talking, your mother won't do it anyway." As if she'll do it even if he didn't want to, Zayn thought with a chuckle. Their father is very weird. "We've found a suitable bride for you, Zayn. I want you to go and meet her with your mother. Come back and tell me what you think." He continued -Alhaji Khattab Borkan.
Alhaji Khattab Borkan is an Indian man. He got married to his wife when he came Nigeria to start business. He was very poor and she was rich, her parents didn't think twice before giving him her hand in marriage. With time and support from her family, he started business and slowly but surely, he became very rich and well known. His father is from India and his mother is from Pakistan. He made sure to visit them every now and then and they also come to visit -when there is any important celebration going on, like weddings and naming ceremonies. And sometimes, the whole family will go there and spend sometime with them.
His features, accent, behaviour is very Indian and so are his children's.
Zayn always looks at his father like a titan standing in front of him. He has gone through a lot to find everything for them, he made sure they never lacked a thing even when they were younger and he was not very rich.
"Okay, Baba. I'll go, but when should we?" He asked obediently, "I mean, go?" He added when his father gave him a look of bewilderment.
"Tomorrow, Insha'Allah." His father answered before yawing his gaze to his wife to answer the question she asked.
"Finally, my baby brother is getting married!" His only older sister -Kaadira- mumble next to him.
"Stop calling me that. And I'm getting married, we won't want to hear my children calling me baby brother, would we?" He grumble out. He doesn't like the name one bit, but his sister is not getting it.
Kaadira is a successful makeup artist. She's very well known around Nigeria and everyone talk about her and her skills. She has a very large school for teaching makeup. She is married with two children -Khatija and Munib- Khatija is a girl and Munib is a boy, Khatija is seven years old and Munib is five. Their mother is thirty years old which means she's one year older than Zayn.
"She's only older than you with a year! Don't let her rule you like this." His other younger sister -Naazwa whisper in his ear from the other side of him. They like putting him in between, whenever they want to fight.
Naazwa is also married with a baby boy -Mudassir, three years old- she is also pregnant, two months long. She is a great business woman. She sells whatever it is that women wear to look beautiful, be it wrappers, jewelries, shoes, bags and so on. They are all married in the same state as them which is why he always see them in their house unexpectedly. She's twenty five years old.
Their father once asked them why they went to university if they were going to become businesswomen. He said they wasted his money for nothing and they just laughed before playing the destiny card. 'That's what Allah has planned for us all along. No one can change that, now can we?' They'd mock him. He'll grumble under his breath and then change the topic.
"You girls should fight but I'm not going to say anything!" He raised his hands in surrender. They both pouted before Maaysa's huge body wipe off the pouts.
She threw herself at them, hopefully, Zayn saw that coming since she always does that whenever they talk without calling her. She wants attention and they don't give her one, so she'd follow the worst way and get it by force.
"What in heaven is wrong with you?!" The hotheaded Kaadira glare at her younger sister, anger marring her features.
"Attention," one word and they all laughed, including her parents. The way she stands is something to laugh at -her hands on her waste, face contorted into one of those ugly orangutans as Zayn likes to call it.
"You're incorrigible!" Naazwa rolled her eyes at her before slumping on the couch, then idea popped into her head. "My stomach...uh-" she made sure her face looks like she's in anguish.
"Wha- what's wrong with you?" The question came from her mother -Hajiya Rehma. She immediately stood up from her place, next to her husband.
Zayn already knows how dramatic his sisters can be so he didn't even move from his place as the commotion starts. His parents should've known this also.
"Zayn, do something! She's in pain." Maaysa was really afraid, she knows that if anything happen to her sister, it's her fault and no one else's.
"You better stop pretending, Azwa." He rolled his eyes at them when they threw a quelling look at him.
"Ugh, you're no fun, Zay." She pouted, coming out of her anguish bubble.
"You should stop playing this prank with pregnancy Naazwa. You almost gave me a heart attack there." Their father scolded, standing up and sauntering into his room which was adjoined to the living room.
Their mother threw her a glare before following her husband to their room. Both the children and father are dramatic, it seems like they're all carrying most of his genes. From his hair, features and behaviour.
"You always ruin my plan, you're a party popper." Naazwa glare at him, he merely shrug one shoulder before standing up.
"Go back to your husbands' house. I don't like seeing you here, go to your children! And Maaysa, we're going wherever it is we're going tomorrow with you. Be ready. You know how much I hate tardiness." He mumble the tardiness with utter venom before disappearing from the living room. Ha hates tardiness and that'll never change.
Tomorrow is going to be a long day!
Proposal. . .After having a great day with her brother, sister in-law and nephew, Nana thank Allah for having them in her life. If not for them, she didn't know whether she would be able to survive or not. Yes, her parents are always there but not the way she needs them, she knew they're trying their best. She hate to think that there are parents out there wanting a child even if he's blind or deaf but her parents are here neglecting them, well, not much. Or so she wants to put it.Talking about that, she's trying to get ready and accompany her brother and his family to the airport as they're going back to America today. She was so sad that he came three days ago but didn't bother coming to see her. After so much explanation that he wasn't in the same state as her, she finally accepted his apology and ask him to come back soon. She'll miss him so much, or in his words, she's going to miss Kh
His cologne. . .Nana was asked to get dressed the next day. Her mother didn't tell her much about him, only his name. That didn't bother her. She's going to do everything Islamically, how Allah asked us to. This is about marriage, she's asked her father whether he did some research about the guy and he said yes. Everything is good and his reputation is great even among his neighbours and employees. If everything about him is good, then who is she to say no. She's not plucky enough to bring her own spouse.It's not like she'd find anyone herself as she's always staying at home all by herself.Instead of wearing her casual clothing today, she decide to wear one of the native wears she's never worn. It's skirt and blouse. The skirt was style in a very beautiful fish flay, eight pieces and the blouse has a low peplum with three steps. She didn't know how
The shy type. . ."You're going to see may or may not be your bride and in-laws, you can't wear suit." His mother screeched when Zayn sat down next to her on the sofa in the general living room."Maa, you were supposed to tell me that yesterday. Wearing a suit is stressing, now I have to remove everything!" He groaned before standing up and making his way back to his room at the back of the house.After checking his closet for two good minutes, he settle on wearing grey set of kaftan and matching cap. He smiled at his reflection, he likes wearing his mother's traditional clothe as much as he likes wearing his father's. It's been long since he last wore one, and now wearing it, he felt and looks different. He smiled at his reflection before walking out of the room and to the front door where he heard his mother and sister's voice coming from. They are b
Venturesome ride. . .If there is anything Nana hated more than strawberry, is being alone with a male specie. She's praying for the earth to open up and swallow her whole being. She could feel his gaze even with her head bowed, it looks like he's stripping her out of her shell and she's not liking it one bit but held her tongue in. It'll be inappropriate to talk to him in a bad way -that would've been the most sleaziest thing she's ever done in her whole life. Instead, she took a deep breath before raising her head to look at the fair human in front of her. She plastered a nervous smile, the veil drawing back, leaving her face bare for him to see.She heard a sharp intake of breath, she didn't know whether it's coming from him or her because the man blew her mind away. The specie in front of her looks like he's something from another realm. Maybe realm of jinns or mages.&nb
Tomorrow is the day. . .Nana stood tall in front of her students -females- looking at the throngs. Today will be her last day here and she wants to make most if it by talking about the topic every female will want to hear. They ask her to talk about Menstruation a long time ago but she said she wants to tackle more about it before transporting it to them. She is going to resign today and none of the students were happy about it, both male and female and even some of the teachers she doesn't talk to. She is kind of happy that she'll be missed but also sad. She loves them each in her own kind of way but half her deen is also calling out to her.Her soon to be in-laws house which by the way is where she's going to live, is not close to her house nor the Islamic school so now she'll have to resign, she doesn't even know what to do. She has no other choice! She has a
Alhamdulillah!Zayn ferried out of the mosque, hearing so many series of congratulations from relatives, family friends, coworkers, clients, investors and many more. He is officially married! He is a married man, damn, that's hard to accept but he manage to get everything into his head in a month. He, Zayn Khattab Borkan, is married to Nana Aisha Talib Aliero and instead of feeling the way he felt before, he felt sated and complete, like everything is just falling into place all over again in his life. Like she's just the star he needs to shine his dark night.He's willing to give his all to this marriage, he'll make it work. Just because that didn't happen in the past, doesn't mean he'll still hold himself hanged around everything. He wants her to feel loved, to make sure she is happy and fall for each other so that even when she regains her memory, she'll not fall apa
Ethereal and Nonplussed. . ."This is marriage dear. I know you're a teacher and you know most of the rights that your spouse have on you but there are things that you're still supposed to know. One of the one which every male hates is hissing. Don't you ever for the love of Allah hiss at your husband and I know you won't but please, they hate it with great passion, I also hate it. And then if you don't reply to them when they're talking to you, this one is not for all the males but try huh. If your spouse is angry, you should be calm. When one is fire, the other should be water. Always be the water my dear, I know you can do it."Our prophet (peace be on him) said: 'The woman who prays her five prayers, fasts in the month Ramadhan, protect her chastity and is obedient to her husband; such woman will enter Jannah from any of do
Beautiful. . .The word wouldn't leave Zayn's head immediately after he lifted his head up to look at his wife. She's just so beautiful and no, it is not the makeup for he knew she was beautiful the day he first saw her. Not only her face, her whole being in and out, she's beautiful, just perfect for him. He wants to make her his in every possible way, remove all his friends gaze from her. He'll look stupid if he doesthat but he badly wants to. On instinct, her mother shove her forward a little -he was already taking slow steps- and she almost lost her footing, she was waiting for the impact but it never came.She didn't notice Zayn walking to her, he walks faster when he saw that she was about to fall. His hands immediately went to her waist, holding her to him. He gaze down at her -her eyes were closed very tight and lips glued in a tight grip