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
SIYAN BAKI.The Hausa tradition continue to take place as the older women took her to her new home. The house is large but not extra large, even though she is not seeing it very much from her veil, she could tell that it is large. They walk her to her room and sat her down on a bed, her face still closed. They said a few words of advice about how to be a good wife before leaving her with her friends, waiting for the groom and his men to do the siyanbaki (something her friends will do -asking the groom and his friends to pay before seeing the bride). Nana shook her head at how they're talking about selling her for a million. More guests came in to see the house and walk out with her face still closed, she was just hearing the Allah ya sanya Alheri.Instead of listening to them, Nana spaced out, thinking about h
FIRST DAY.Nana blinked when she heard a groan coming from behind her. Who is in her room early in the morning and the voice sounds so male-ish. Fahad cannot be here then who? Just then, it hits her like cold water is dumped on her sleeping body. She was married yesterday and Fahad is really at home but not her home. She can still remember the heart wrenching goodbye they'd shared even though he told her that Zayn is a good man and he'll take care of her, Nana still didn't like the idea of living the comfort of her lilac and baby pink room.She swiftly pivoted when she heard the groan again, there, her husband is shifting positions on the couch with an annoyed expression even though his eyes are shut. Nana stifled a chuckle before standing up, still trying to adjust to the rays of sun that's coming from the huge window. She didn't fail to wake up for Subh prayer even though she was exhausted beyond words. She wake Z
HER SISTER IN-LAWS.Zayn groaned for the nth time beside Nana. This is the set of eighth guests and he's tired of going from living room to his bedroom so he kissed Nana's cheek again, telling her that he'll be in the other living room and he's going to lock himself up. She should tell them that he is not around. Nana didn't even hear much but she gets where he's coming from and understand it. That kiss only spike up her heart rate after been startled by the doorbell in the middle of their movie watching which he insist on. His kisses are like dire which she needs protection from.Regaining her breathing, Nana plaster a fake smile for the umpteenth time today to accept the guests. Most if them are Zayn's distant family members, thank God Maaysa is the one accompanying them, the awkwardness will not be too suffocating. How she manage the other sets is beyond her e
THE GIFTS.A week passed in a blur. Both Zayn and Nana are getting tired of the guests that are coming. Some of them are their neighbours and some of them are Nana's. Nevertheless, they welcome them with a smile but after the third day, they hardly have guests to which they're very thankful to. The last time they had guests around, Nana welcomed them alone without Zayn or Maaysa's help and she's proud with how she handled them just well with not panic attack or nervousness sipping through her veins. Everything she did is the same thing any bride would do and she's very proud of herself now.Nana has met his family that live in the other house that's just behind them -uncle Aliyu and aunty Ramatu. They both welcomed her with opened arms and wide grin. They have two children -Mu'ayyad and Hidaya- they didn't come back with them from th
SOMEONE FROM THE PAST. "Get dressed, mami. We'll stroll around the estate today. Greet my parents and then get some chocolates." Zayn said to Nana who was watching him as he comb and straighten his hair. She never gets tired of looking and touching his hair. She touched his hair at any giving opportunity and he doesn't know since he's sleeping all the time. Or so she thought."Yay!" Her eyes lit up when his words register in her mind. She was busy looking at the beautiful specie to even hear his words. Thank goodness she caught his words or she'd never hear the end of it."Stop shouting like a bairn! Now get dressed, I hate tardiness you know." Zayn settle on the white couch that's sitting at the other end of the room to wait for her."I don't know." She sassily replied before pacing to the closet to get dressed. If she talks to him, they'll keep bickering l