16 FEBRUARY 2021
SAVE YOUR TEARS FOR ALLAH, ONLY ALLAH KNOWS THE TRUE VALUE OF YOUR TEARS
It's Friday afternoon, After jumm'at prayer, around 2:00 pm. Guests were all coming to our house. Of course, today is Abba's wedding, and the knot was tied immediately after the jummah prayer.
I was washing our uniform near the well, Ina wuni--good afternoon was all I have been saying since to the guest.
Ughh! I was tired, I rinsed the clothes and hung them. I went back to Umma's room to do my assignments.
"Umma, why is Abba getting married again, he sent Anty larai out of the house, he threw her clothes, and she was crying," Said Amira.
Umma couldn't say a word, even an 8-year-old girl knew what Abubakar (Abba) was doing was not right, he got married to any woman he wanted and divorced her for a little mistake she made. I talked to him more than a million times but he wouldn't listen. Subhanallahi. Umma said.
It was exactly 2:50 pm, today was Friday It was a day for Hadda, I dressed in my uniform, bid umma goodbye, and left.
Only I and Khalifah go to Hadda because Abba said he can't pay for the other children, that they are too much. Cruelty right? Yeah, that's how he is. What can we do, Nothing, no matter what he is our father we do what he says.
But thanks to Umma who always supports us, she's truly a role model, to me.
We teach our siblings what we have been taught at school(hadda). I mean all of them including my step-siblings. Their mothers wanted to stop their children from learning from us but Abba warned them.
We came back from hadda almost maghrib prayer time, We said our Salam but umma didn't answer, Khalifah changed his clothes and left immediately.
I went further into the room as she was sitting on the bed, she was deep in thought.
"Umma, umma," I called.
"Yes," She answered.
"What is wrong umma? We came back since but it seems like you are out of this world, Umma, what is wrong Please tell me," I spoke.
"Khadijah", Umma called.
"Am tired of what your Abba is doing, I didn't say he should not get married but he should know the time to get married, his attitude, how he speaks to me and his children, I don't like it. I tried talking to him but he said we are under him so he has every right to talk to us how he wants to. He doesn't care about us, his family. I don't want my children to think bad about their father, I want them to be happy, and he should always stand for them. But... But he doesn't care. I want my family to be happy, I want them to enjoy their lives, even if we are dead they should know that yes my parents did a lot for me. I want to discuss my problems but I have no one to talk to, I want my children to have a father to talk to. A father that when they heard his footsteps joy would veil them. I want him to ease our sorrows...but...he never cared", Umma said with her eyes full of tears.
I was crying too, a silent cry, I quickly engulfed her in a tight hug whispering soothing words to her. I was saying things to her, making prayers that I never knew I could recite. With that, we doze off, maybe I alone.
****
"Wake up, wake up," I heard a faint voice saying. I yawned and opened my eyes slowly. It was umma waking me up of course.
"It's time for Isha prayer, Wake up and pray then you can go back to sleep, okay?" Umma said.
I nodded I dragged my weak body and left. I perform my ablution and return to Umma's room and pray.
Khalifah came back from only God knows.
"Umma I am back," He said.
"I don't even know where you went to and you're telling me you are back," Umma replied.
"Ummaaa, I told you fah. I went to Mujaheed's house," He said whinnying.
"Lies," she answered.
"Umma I'm serious, Dad's namesake doesn't lie," He said trying to keep Umma shut.
She laughed, you know right?
Khalifah was named after her father "Alhassan".
****
"Assalamu alaikum," We heard a voice from the door.
"Wa alikumus salam," Umma and I answered.
I stood up to check the person and to my surprise, it was Anty Zara (Abba's amarya).
I greeted her and she answered with a smile, she's cool.
"Come in," I uttered.
"Good Afternoon yaya," She greeted Umma. Umma answered as well and they had a little chit-chat and she left.
"I like her umma, she seems nice and kind," I told umma.
"Yes, She's nice," She simply answered.
"Unlike the other wives," I said.
"Keep quiet, I don't want to hear you say that again, Okay?"
Sorry.
"Now go and help her with some work," Umma said referring to Anty Zara.
I needed not to be told twice, so I left.
"Anty Zara let me help you, she was sweeping the compound," I pleaded before she gave me the broom and went back to her room. I swept the whole compound and helped her with other chores. She's cool, she's just 18 years old, she is nice I have to mention.
We had a very long chat. Telling me about her family and friends, the school she attended, and the rest of them.
Hello
How are you all?
Poor umma.
And why is Abba treating them like that?
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