Trackside Romance

TWENTY SEVEN: EID.

Jumu'at Mubarak everyone☺️❤️!

"Let's get going, Ameena," Ammi said, making her presence known as she descended the stairs.

It's already the third day of Eid, and we've been thoroughly enjoying ourselves, celebrating since it began. Right now, Ameera, my mother in-law and I are heading out because we have a family Eid get together at Ammi's parents' house in Abuja.

Also, earlier this morning Fareed and his team boarded a flight to Lagos for the anticipated National Eid racing performance. They'll be showcasing their skills at the race circuit, with millions of fans watching. Also, after the family gathering, we'll be flying to Lagos just so we don't miss the performance which would take place later in the day.

"Hajiya Ammi, You look absolutely stunning," Ameera complimented, and I couldn't help but agree. My mother in-law was a vision of beauty, adorned in a breathtaking Ash embroidered chiffon lace gown. The beautiful embroidery gracefully adorned the fabric, adding a touch of elegance.

Around her neck, she wore a captivating golden necklace that perfectly complemented her attire. Matching earrings adorned her ears, their sparkling gems catching the light with every movement. Adding to her ensemble were five golden bangles and a ring that adorned her hand.

"I couldn't agree more, Ameera. Ammi looks absolutely gorgeous Ma sha Allah," I added, admirably.

"Enough with the flattery, my dear girls. We all look beautiful, thanks to Allah's blessings. May He continue to bless us," she prayed, and we whispered an Ameen in response.

As we made our way out, we were all looking elegant dressed impeccably, in confidence and style. For the short time I've been married to Fareed, I realized that being part of the Shariff Jarma's family also meant exuding style and elegance in every way.
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We arrived at Ammi's family residence in Maitama, Mississippi. Even though I had visited with Fareed on a few occasions before, this time it was different. The house was full with the presence of family and friends. We made our way to the garden, where everyone had gathered, and greeted each other warmly with pleasantries.

"This tastes really nice," Ammi exclaimed, addressing no one in particular, after she had finished savoring a cup of chilled smoothie.

"Hajja Meram's daughter is the one who makes these healthy smoothies, so she also made this one," Maa, Ammi's step-mother, responded. We were all gathered on a comfortable carpet in the garden, conversing and biting on some delectable finger foods arranged on disposable plates, while taking our drinks.

"So, when are you planning to leave for Lagos?" Kameela, Fareed's heavily pregnant cousin, inquired.

"Ammi mentioned around 3 pm, In shaa Allah," I replied, enjoying my samosas and multitasking by replying to messages on my phone. Many people had been requesting tickets to watch the race, but unfortunately they were sold out.

"Could I have some more of this smoothie, please? Where's Ameera? Let her fetch some for me," Ammi requested, realizing that Ameera was nowhere to be found, she likely together with her cousins inside the house.

"Ammi, I'll go and fetch some more for you," I offered.

"Alright my dear, please do," Ammi responded appreciatively. I stood up and headed towards the kitchen.

Suddenly, my phone began to ring, and when I checked, I realized that it was none other than my beloved husband.

"My one and only Champ," I called playfully, and his deep, melodious chuckle echoed through the phone.