She breathes fire 🔥
He breathes fire🔥
The word 'detest' isn't enough to describe what these two have for each other. Some say respect is reciprocal, but not when two blaring fire clash.
She is free in her wildness, she is a wanderer. She knows...
The soothing voice of the Adhan calling prayer woke me up from my slumber. I walked into the bathroom, performing ablution. I splayed the blue colored prayer mat and wore my long hijab. After my salat, I prayed for happiness, for all my loved ones to enter Jannah, for Almighty Allah to bless my parents abundantly, I prayed for my psychological health, I prayed for my family and friends. Lastly, I prayed for Allah to grant me the ability and strength to fulfil and make my dreams reality.
With that done, I did the one thing that brought relief to my soul, I lay down on the prayer mat and shut my eyes.
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If today is really my last day in Nigeria, might as well make it a good one. I texted Kubra to meet up later at KFC.
I was dressed in a white maxi skirt that stopped above my ankles, a violet sweatshirt and wrapped a graphic scarf around my head, sliding in my Adidas, I sauntered downstairs.
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"Hey! I'm sorry for yesterday, I was against it. I promise you." I heard Ya Aliza's voice behind me. I cocked my head to face her. I put a hand on her shoulder with a reassuring smile "It's okay."
"Yeah we're really sorry." Ya Arif and Ya Aliya apologized, walking out of the TV room. Apparently, these three siblings of mine have made it a habit to stay up all night watching movies in the TV room. I can never deprive my self from sleep for movies, never. "It's cool. It's not your fault that your mother treats me this way, is it?" I chuckled bitterly.
"Sabrina—-"
"I'll go eat breakfast now. I have a long day ahead." I didn't let them say another word,I went straight to the dining room. If I had stayed, we would have probably gotten into an argument and that's the last thing I want at the moment.
The maid that stood beside my chair served me breakfast. I ignored the three people present.
"Good morning." Daddy greeted me; note the sarcasm. And by the way, this is a sign language indicating me to greet them. Instead, I passed a fake smile and continued with my breakfast.
"You can at least greet your parents." Came the husky voice of, my eldest brother, Ya Ashraf. I inhaled sharply as my heartbeat hastened for a second. Recalling back how awful he treated me while growing up, anytime he speaks to me, it sends shivers down my spine. I didn't make it obvious though, I couldn't. He mentally and physically abused me for every little mistake I made. He gave me temporary and permanent scars, I don't know if I'll ever be able to pardon him. Not that he would even bother asking for forgiveness.
"Am I talking to a wall?" He yelled raising his hand to slap me, I caught it mid way. We glared at each other with nothing but resentment. Deep down I was very scared, but I didn't let it be visible.
"Don't you dare!" I snapped. He jerked his hands away. I dropped my fork on the saucer.
"Apologize to your brother." Mrs Mahir spoke calmly, not sparing us a glance as she took a chip into her mouth. Daddy just kept quiet, one thing I like about him is that he doesn't get involved in our fights unless it gets too much.
