Romans de Aishatuh M

Serendipity Of Love

When love speaks, when love yearns for attention, when it crushes and intends to erupt out of the beholder's heart; Nothing could stop it, it looks onto nothing. Status seems just a name to it, age seems just a number. It knows no bound, it knows no difference. She was just a poor lady, from a wrecked background. He was a pompous guy, from an affluent background. She needed money for her WAEC examination. He needed a maid, to take care of his house. He hired her. She started working in his house. Destiny unleashed a predicament between them. It bounds them hitched. ____ What would it be? What has destiny unleashed upon their lives? It would be love, heartbreak, and romantic roller coaster ride. #Ayshatou.

#50

She stared at Badra that had her hand outstretched for her and she shivered softy, it was late in the evening but Fadwa couldn’t bring herself to look at the humungous mansion before her. She had always known that Maheer was from a very rich family, but she had never imagined it would be this affluent. She looked up at Badra that was smiling widely at her, “Come on, let’s go inside, Fadwa.” Reluctantly, she took her hand in hers and she helped her out of the car. “Take her to your room, Badra, let her freshen up and eat something. We’ll meet in my li

Dernière mise à jour: 2020-09-10

#49

Nadia softly knocked on the door before she made her way into the room because she was certain if she would wait for Fadwa to answer her to come in, that might take them too forever. She met her on the praying mat with her head rested on her brought up knees. She sat down beside her with a warm smile and placed her hand on her shoulders, which jerked Fadwa out of her thoughts. “Fadwa, how are you?” Fadwa looked at her with a feign smile and nodded her head, “I’m fine, Nadia. And you?” She asked, and Nadia chuckled softly.

Dernière mise à jour: 2020-09-09

#48

He wished she will leave him alone, in his thoughts, alone in his despair. But Badra wasn’t ready to hear a word from Maheer, she kept pestering that he had no more choice left but to look up at her. “What do you want, Badra? I clearly told you that I don’t want any disturbance, can’t you please leave me alone?” He was practically begging her. Because pinning his eyes on the pages of his books even though he could spend nearly an hour before he could understand what was written on a single line was so much easier than interacting with any of them. They would never understand his pain, would they?

Dernière mise à jour: 2020-09-08

#47

The chilly wind of dawn caressed her skin and Fadwa pulled her hijab closer to her body. She might have felt cold, but it did nothing to the cold she was feeling in her heart, that she was sure of. She hadn’t slept outside, of course, even if she wanted to, Nadia would never allow her but she came out after she had prayed her Subh salah, and somehow it calmed her watching the sky turned blue. Watching the way the darkness vanished fully and the blue color, even though it reminded her the color of his eyes, she loved the calmness it brought alone. Lifting her cold feet, she

Dernière mise à jour: 2020-09-07

#46

She knew she couldn’t live like this anymore, and even if she said she could, she would be lying to herself. And for the first time in her life, Fadwa didn’t think of her family first when making a decision. She knew getting married to Maheer was partly because of her family. She knew if she didn’t get married to him, Ammi would live with the pain forever and even if Majida would act strong, Fadwa knew she wasn’t. She would live with Maheer’s hatred too in her heart. But today, she was going to decide for herself. She knew it would only be a few hour

Dernière mise à jour: 2020-09-06

#45

Maheer paddled his leg into the pool and grimaced, he didn’t like where their conversation was going and he was quite aware of the fact that Mamitah wouldn’t stop until she was done with all she had intended on telling him, which he was all aware wasn’t so good. “I don’t know what to tell you, Mamitah. But just like I asked you to give me some more time, will you please do that?” He was practically begging her, he wished he could tell her all that was happening and the main reason why he couldn’t come back home, but that wouldn’t be possible either.

Dernière mise à jour: 2020-09-05

CAN I BE YOUR MRS?

Have you ever loved something to the extent that you could lie blatantly about it? In Jalilah’s case, she had. She had loved ballet since she was a little girl, but being born from a northern Nigerian family, she had never got to be the ballerina she had always dreamed of. Did she let go of that dream? No, because she would lie for the sake of ballet, she would lie about being married so her mother could let her leave!Yazeed had never been choked up in a mess like this, but he had no choice but to stay mute and watch the drama unfold before his eyes. How would you feel to have a girl lie to her mother about you being her husband right before your eyes? They left, and she got what she had always been dreaming of.She knew she would love him someday, but she had never seen that day to be this close. What would she do? After knowing that their days together were numbered, she had to find another lie to tell her mother for them to find their separate ways. It got to the point that she couldn’t pretend anymore, and she asked him the question. “Can I be your Mrs?”Yazeed had heard that question more than he cared to count, but she had never gotten an answer from him. Would he say yes and make her his lawful Mrs without her past life poking up? Or he would say no and live with the regret of not having her in his life? Which would be a topping to his already grieving soul.

35: Nikkah Declaration

He parked the car and she came out with a huge grin on her face, “But you’re taking me inside, right? She doesn’t know I'll be here, Yazeed.” She asked him while he moved to where she was, staring at her as though this would be the last time he was going to see her. She hated this look, he looked sad and afraid. She didn’t know how dangerous Hajia could be, but Jalilah wanted him to be strong, she didn’t like this look on his face. He stood in front of her, his height hovering over her the way she both liked and hated it. She looked up at his face

Dernière mise à jour: 2020-09-10

34: Fear Of Loss

“But shouldn’t you be at work now, Wafiyya?” Jalilah asked while sadly smiling at herself. She was back at the balcony again, to finish her painting but it was as if it was destined that she couldn't do that because Wafiyya called just before she got started. “I should be, but I've missed you. I feel guilty for not coming to see how you’re doing, work is hitting me so bad these days. But don’t worry, okay? I'll find time to come over soon, inshallah. Maybe it will be a hangover or something, whatever it is.” She knew Wafiyya squeezed a

Dernière mise à jour: 2020-09-09

33: Loving You Hurts

Nothing made sense to her, but she knew it should. She should reason with what Yazeed had said and had it in mind to do whatever it took her, even if that would cost her her eternal bliss. She suddenly realized she had been told this times without number, Farha always made sure to let her know that she shouldn’t end her life that way because of him, she shouldn’t sty stagnant in one place all in the name of the love she had for him, it would be so unfair to her young and beautiful self, but until he said it, she didn’t realize she was telling her the truth. She had understood him, but something was amiss. She couldn’t get a lot of words off her mind which Wafiyya had uttered. That phone call had calmed her down and she felt she might be able to move on if she put her heart into it, but everything had been choked up that she didn’t h

Dernière mise à jour: 2020-09-08

32: Tears Of Agony

It was surprising how things were moving between them, even though she was sure it wouldn’t last, Jalilah wouldn’t mind enjoying it while it lasted. They were in the balcony, making dinner while the cool night breeze eased their minds off. It was as if nothing had happened between them, not even the kiss. It was evident that they had decided to put it behind their backs and not look back at it, but Jalilah knew she would never forget that kiss no matter how much she would try to. She stared at him while he ate and thought at the same time, sometimes he seemed to be

Dernière mise à jour: 2020-09-06

31: Daring Game

“I don’t understand why you’re doing this to yourself, Jalilah. For god sake, he makes it so clear to you, he doesn’t love you. Why do you keep pushing?” Farha asked, annoyed and somewhat sympathetic toward her best friend. She knew she wouldn’t understand what Jalilah was feeling in her heart, no one could understand unless the one that had been in that situation. And she prayed Jalilah wouldn’t have to be so heartbroken. Jalilah smiled sadly, she wished Farha would understand how it felt, “You won’t understand how I feel, Farha

Dernière mise à jour: 2020-09-05

30: 'Can I Be Your Mrs?'

It went on for long that she felt exhausted with just exhaling her breath. She thought that if she avoided him like he did to her she could be able to forget about him, maybe lay out a new curriculum for her life, but Jalilah had been wrong. She failed this time too. Nothing excited her, not even ballet. Maybe because she wanted him to be playing the piano for her while she danced? Was it because she wanted him to stare at her while she danced as though she were the most beautiful creature he had ever seen? And after she was done dancing, he would come over to her and tell her how much of a goddess she was, how much of a perfected art she was. Maybe that was why, because she had attached too much too much resilience on him when it came to ballet, and now that the only things linking them was the house they lived, Jalilah knew it would be so hard to dance.

Dernière mise à jour: 2020-09-04

One Year Gap

"Daada, Maama; Did I for once told you what I want? You've always chosen what to wear for me, what I should eat, where I should go, even the environment I should stay in. Isn't that enough for you to grant my only wish?. It's okay if you don't want to, I might have been a burden on you. I'm sorry," with that, she sprinted to her room, locked it and broke into tears, ignoring their knockings. * "I think I will let you study abroad, but only under one condition; you have to get married; for I couldn't let you there all by yourself," Daada spoke haltingly, hoping she wouldn't agree, but her answer made his hope vanished. "It's okay, Daada, who's the guy? And have you started processing my admission?" She asked, a wide grin plastered on her face, not caring about the marriage thing, she thought it was all a threat. "It's Sadeeq, Alhaji Mustapha's son. But he studies in Qatar, that means you will also study there," Daada encapsulated, his face devoid of emotion. Ihsan looked up at Daada and wanted to bellow out the words, but they came out as a whisper "Daada..you mean Sadeeq? He's just 19 years old. How would I marry him? Who will take care of who? Uhm Daada?" She slurred, tears rolling down her cheeks. "He is. And would take good care of your health. What's there in marrying him? Isn't he a man?" Daada inquired. "There is; it's just a one year gap between us. And he isn't a man in my eyes," she reprimanded and broke into tears. _____ Would she agree on studying abroad? Fighting for her health, at the same time marrying the guy she looks down onto? As she would always avow "It's just a one year gap."

Ten

It was the day long awaited. She had being dreading for this day. All felt surreal. She was going to get married to the youngest groom she had ever seen. Daada, Maama, Ummu and Abbu ignored all their whines and pleadings. Sadeeq didn't do most of the talkings, he could only smiled ruefully when he was being ask, 'For confirmation' as they always said.Ihsan had been admitted to the hospital thrice throughout the week. The first attack she got was when