I WAS CREATED LIKE THIS ✅

5:RESULT

Hayfah's life became glum and bored, she only went out for Islamiyya and come back, that's the only time she can go out, as she's not the outing type.

Amna went to Abuja to visit her boyfriend, at the same time applied for Gwagwalada University; as she said. Hayfah was afraid of what might be the outcome of her trip, she knew Amna so well that she was lying about the admission issue, they didn't tell Abba about the boyfriend's visit, Hayfah knew there must be something enshrouded.

She yawned and streched her arms, looked at the wall clock in her room, it read 11:30, her eyes bulged out, how did she slept for such hours? She just memorize her Hadda after Subh prayer before she slept off, is that why she'll take these hours asleep? Umma will skin her alive, she told her to wake up early today, for they'll prepare some delicious foods for her dear Amna.

Alhamdulillahil lazhi ahyana, baada ma amatana, wa ilahir nushur she muttered her waking up supplication and pulled herself off from the bed.

She silently trudged to the water well, revising her Hadda, she bend over performing ablution; when Umma smacked her on her back with her fisted palm.

"Ahhhhhrrg," she yelled, abruptly turning back, her gaze falling on Umma's growled face.

She hung her head low, wiping the tears that cascaded down her cheeks with her right thumb. "I'm sorry, Umma, I slept off, totally forgetting that we have some work to do," Hayfah conceded, battling with the tears that were threatening to fall, because she felt that smack batteredly.

"I'm sorry my foot, I knew it since__ you hate Amna, that's why you can't even help me cooking something for her abi? That's good for you, know that she's more crucial to me than you're!" Umma bragged wrathfully, gesturing how Amna is more crucial to her with her right hand on the side of her heart.

Hayfah marveled out of shock and pain, her eyes bulged out, glistened with tears. How can Umma accused her of hating her blood sister? Is she that wicked? Or are they seeing her as guile and heartless because of her voice? This is just too much. She might even love her more than Umma, because she wants the right thing for her, she wants her to follow the right path, she wants Allah's Rahma on her, unlike Umma, she wants the reciprocate of all this for her, being blinded by money.

"Umma how can I hate my blood sis? She's the only sister I have, the one I can tell my problems to, eventhough she has not been obsequious to me, but I really love her__so much, Umma," Hayfah contended, as tears were cascading down her cheeks, this hurts morethan she can vocalize. To be accused of hating your blood sister by your biological mother?

"How many times will I tell you not to answer my questions with that awful voice of yours? You can answer my questions in pantomime, this your voice is irritating me, Hayfah," Umma bellowed enragedly, hissed and majestically sauntered to their mud kitchen.

"I was created like this, and I belived it's a blessing in disguise," Hayfah muttered sombrely, she glumly shrugged the thought off and continued performing her ablution.

***

It was 5 in the evening, Amna came back with a huge trolley, the guy that dropped her greeted Umma and left. Umma was grinning ear to ear when he dropped a bundle of 500 beside her, she thanked him will all her heart, blessing Amna endlessly.

Amna said she was full, they ate before heading home, and the unwraping began. They were Abayas, flawless gowns, jeans and tops, some expensive ankaras and laces, shoes and bag, probably a rich classy lady's shopping bag.

Hayfah took a long black Abaya, silver stones were embroidered on it's neck and the hand edges, it looked simple and beautiful. "Addah Amna, I really love this Abaya, it'll look good on you, put it on tomorrow please," came Hayfah husky voice amalgamated with pure enthusiasm and sincerity.