Being His(Updates Every Friday)

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Hello Bestiessss, it's the big 3️⃣0️⃣ chapter. So sorry for the late update, it's been a hectic week for me. Butttt, it's here and as usual please don't forget to vote, leave many many comments andddddddd share with your friends.

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Maybe love isn't a judgment you render—but a chance you take. Maybe it's something you choose to do—over and over.

~ Katherine Center

Nadia was in the closet of her mother's room in her father's house in Kano. She just halfway through her prayers when she heard cheers rent the room that was only a door away.

She let the sobs that she had held in rack her until she was flush against the ground, her head and nose in tandem, for there was no other way she could thank her Lord.

The world had shamed her but Allah sent her someone that gave her peace, who walked with her, who understood her worries, who assured her he would always hold her hand. It was all she ever prayed for and Alhamdulilah, Allah had answered, and in such a gigantic manner as well.

Her tears of gratitude didn't stop even while she folded the mat that belonged to Hajarah, she pulled tissues from the box that was left on the ottoman and wiped her eyes carefully, then she pulled the nape of the dark purple floor length hijab that she had worn to pray.

She stepped out of the room after taking deep breaths, and squaring her shoulders. It was finally sinking in, she, Nadia Muhammad Shinkafi, was now a married woman.

"Allah Ya kawo zuri'a dayyaba" It was Hajarah who hugged her first, jumping in place as Nadia put her hands around her friend in excitement. Sarah and UmmulKhair came into the room, saw them hugging and came to join in the hug, Nadia was then squished into a five person hug when Folake joined them.

They parted and Sarah who was filming screamed, "Congratulations, Allah Ya bada zaman lafiya, Ya Nads." Nadia reached out to touch Sarah's cheek and eventually settled for blowing her a kiss since she was holding a camera.

The next one hour was a rush, from Nadia's very light makeup, to her outfit, a dusty pink and chocolate brown atampa in cubed patterns, the pink parts had a mellow shine to it. Sewn into a faux perfectly tailored peplum blouse and skirt, it looked like it was made for Nadia.

At the end, the makeup artist carefully pinned a matching pink long veil to the center of her well tied head-gear, Nadia turned to the mirror that Sarah held, nodding happily at her reflection, it was just as she wanted it, her eyes were perfect. She spent the ten minutes taking photos and videos, allowing the make-up artist to direct her.

Afterwards, Sarah helped her place a pair of pink half shoes at her feet, helping her slide her feet and fastening the buckles in a hurry. From the shouts outside, the groom party had arrived. Nadia greeted a whole world of people on her way down the stairs before taking a cut off through a hallway to her dad's part of the house.

It was there that Hajarah stopped her, hung the purse that matched Nadia's veil and shoes to Nadia's left elbow and pushed her into doorway the well lit room.

The chatter of the room rose higher as the photographer, a well known one for his good pictures made a joke that made everyone laugh hard. He was facing Alhaji so, Nadia heard nothing of what was said, only the light in Alhaji's creased eyes and the wide smile of happiness was in her headspace. She took a mental picture of it and filed it away, to look at and gush over much later.