Naharul-Ayn

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NAHAR

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"Bye Take Care. I love you" He said as i dropped off at home. It was already Past Maghrib and Mama might be home by now. As he drive off.

I unfolded my veil and made it larger in size so i can cover my body properly. As i opened the gate to enter inside my house compound i was greeted my Daddy sitted on his high chair with other people around. "Innalilahi wa inna ilaihi raji'una" i quietly muttered underneath my breath.

I thought he travelled.

 I walked as quietly as possible so he wouldn't notice me but its like luck isn't on my side.

"Nahar! " he called out loud and sternly enough to wake the butterflies not just in my stomach but all round my body. "Na'a'a-am Baa-ba" i was technically stammering i mentally slapped myself.

This will make me look suspicious . I went to where he was and squatted i greeted everybody and turned to greet him also.

"These are your Uncles from Yemen, they are finally back to Nigeria." He said as introduced each of them to me. They were 5. I wonder why haven't they been to Nigeria since. Yeahh! I'm ORIGINALLY from Yemen. But my Dad relocated to Nigeria (Zamfara) for work. So i bear Zamfara now as my state of identity. "You're Welcome" i said with a smile tugged on my lips. They were all friendly though. "Go in and meet your aunties, they should be with your Mothers" Dad said as i stood to leave.

"Where are you coming from at this hour my daughter" one of the men (uncles) asked with a so concern face. I felt like slapping the daylight out of this guy Wallahi! Even my father didn't ask sai kai. Dan zwagwadi. I already don't like him  "I went to a friend's house. As i was on my way back their driver's car spoilt on the road so i had to wait for her to bring another car" i lied ruefully with no fear as i head on my  heels to leave.

 I heard him say "Ba Ibrahim i hope you won't let Nahar start driving at this young age" now he was talking to my father. What is wrong with this Man neh?

I left before Dad responded. "AsSalamualikum" i greeted as i entered Mummy's room. It was after Isha , it was usually the time we chatted. I noticed another Figure praying next to Mama. I waited patiently for her to finish.

"Hey Mama Na" she said she stood from the prayer mat. "Hey Mum" my mum and i are like friends sometimes. I just love her. "How was the wedding?" I asked her as she folded her Hijab. "It was good. People were asking me about you" i knew it. I knew that was coming.

ThankFully my Mum knows i don't like weddings and all. "Toh faa" was all i said as i laid on her bed. The other woman just finished Praying

" Nahar che ta girma haka?" She said with so much surprise laced to her voice. Toh am i still meant to be the Nahar of 5 years ago? Ha! People sef. That's why i don't like going for weddings but Mama is always like " if you don't go for weddings who will come for your own"

"Ina Wuni" i sat up and greeted the woman with a fake smile. I don't know from some awkward reasons she reminds me fully of Najib. Her eyes. And also the thin long nose. We finished exchanging pleasantries

"Nahar! What are you thinking of?" Mama asked me' giving me that are you okay why are you staring at her' look. "No, i'm fine" i threw a fake smile at Mama.

I thought again. This can't be a coincidence they look so much alike.

The Woman's phone rang. "Assalamualaikum" she said to the other person. I believe he or she answered with "waalaikumsalam".

"Oh! You just returned? Then come and pick me up. I'm at your uncle's." She said before hanging up.
"Zai zo ma ya dauke ni" she told Mama. "Ah haba no, the driver will just take you home. Please tell Baban Mu(Our Father) to rest" Mama said. She never calls anyone Baban Mu except you have the same name as my        grandfather who is Muhammad Najib.

Now this can't be a coincidence .

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Muhammad Najib is my Boyfriend. He is 10 years older than me. So i think I  might marry him In sha Allah.Not that my parents know about us or anything.  He is a Pilot. He is the most Handsome guy i'd ever seen my life honestly. He's every girl's dream guy. He is tall like 6'4 i guess while i am battling to be 5'9. He's Melanin is just perfect. His complexion is like that of Will Smith. Maybe a little bit darker. His voice! My God. Its like Kreamy Cones ( if you know you know) he has black side facial hair which suits his small beard and his chilled straight jaw line that is as sharp as a razor blade.  His Hazel coloured eyes complements his Long nose and small pink lips. He just the definition of perfect Model. He is not lean and lanky nor is he super burf. He is just perfect.

Mama and i escorted the Woman outside to the car. The man who Daddy said is my Uncle.

That Zwagwadi Guy is her husband. How unfortunate. They went home together.

Guys! Hello.
What do you think?

Najiiibbb i like him. I wish !

Shaaa! Y'll should
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