Chapter 37 MOMENT FOR LIFE.

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Today was the day for the counsel, everyone was seated in the royal Auditorium, fourteen of the elders made up the counsel and were seated in an area facing the podium, when all the voices died down, Nuaimat and Muayad came in, they reached the podium where a two seater sofa was, the two sat down and then it begun.

"The two of you are siblings, so who will do the speaking" asked uncle Khaless among the elders, "i will do the speaking" said Nuaimat with a poker face but voice full of authority, "he is the man, he is suppose to do the talking, it's the man first before the woman" interjected Uncle Hamood,

"Am the senior, and that's how we do things in our family, seniors first, besided we don't give power because of gender, it comes with ones personality and aura, i assure you Uncle Hamood, i and my brother have that, but i choose to speak, are you owkey with that Ayad"

"I am" he said, she smirked and turned facing them once more, Uncle Hamood was clearly angry but had to wait.

"Tell us about yourself" said Uncle Hamza,

"I am Nuaimat, here is my brother Muayad Alhassan, i and brother are of the same parents Alhassan Ali and Nudrat Riyadh, we lost our mother while i was at the age of five and Muayad at the age of four, she died during child birth, our father took care of us till i was ten and Muayad was nine he got married to Khadijah his cousin, we have no good relationship with our father's family because they consider us an abomination.....

"Abomination" asked Grandfather Khabir,

"Yes, they hated my mum because she has no family, my dad just met her in the streets in Saudi in Riyadh.....

"In the streets, so your mother was a s treet walker" asked Uncle Hamood's ally Uncle Jabeer,

Nuaimat gave a smirk and said "if you mean a street walker who walks in a street as an average citizen then yes, but if you mean a sell out, then you are assuming wrongly Uncle Jabeer, she is just an orphan taking a stroll on the streets of Riyadh, my father said he thought she was a runaway princess when he saw her, because her beauty, her features, the way she carried herself was like that of a princess, after hearing her story, he named her princess of Nature, because she was natural"

"What was her story" asked Uncle Saleem with interest

"Her name is Nudrat, she grew up in an orphanage, she was brought in from the hospital after hit by a car, she often told him about her usual dream, it was always her in the dream finding herself in a white room filled with beautiful lights a white two seater sofa"

"Your father, is he a rich person or not" asked Uncle Kashim, "he isn't rich" she said

"It's final, two poorly breeded kids impersonating the children of a lost princess, for the money, a taste for better life" said Uncle Hamood loudly with a victorious voice, a loud murmur arosed from the audience,

"Uncle Hamood, from all indication you are a very learned person, don't prove me wrong by assuming when one isnt rich he is poor, you see my father doesn't own companies, oil wells, mansions nor estates, but he is an educated fella, he works hard for our upbringing, i and my brother and two step siblings attended the best primary and secondary schools in Nigeria, we eat three square meals plus some deserts and more, we were well clothed, i mean twice every year i wash my wardrobe, but yet he owns no estate nor mansions nor cars nor companies, with due respect Uncle Hamood take note", alot of people nodded in approval of what she said,

"So what connected you to Zohra and Zaid living in different state with you, asked uncle Usman,

"Faith" she replied bluntly,

"Explain" demanded Uncle Hamdan,

"Explain faith" she asked mocking a confuse face,

"Explain how you met up with them" said Grandpa Akeeb,

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