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Abuja
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Rafahs fourth birthday around the corner which was making me always in conversation with Khadijah about how We are going to make the party be.

Walking down the stairs where mummy was feeding Rafah some drink. I was sure was the healthy drink rafah always complains to me about, "come and see your daughter giving me a hard time, she doesn't even know she's a grown up she always misbehave" mummy said to me playfully glaring at rafah who had a cute pout on her lips.

"But mummy you guys are fasting and am also supposed to fast not taking this stuff" she pouted at the end of her statement.

I just shook my head and left for the Parkin lots waiting for rafah to be done so I could drop her at school. She came out dressed in her sport wear which was a maroon mini skirt, a white shirt which has some maroon strap on the hands. Her name was written boldly behind her shirt. She was the queen of the school well I don't even know how manage.

All I recall was one day she came back home all happy saying she was going to participate in her school upcoming fashion parade of becoming the queen, not liking the idea but gave in later on after much talks from ummi to make me accept it.

"Daddy you know mami said she was coming to pick me up from school so she will come home and give some helping hands to mummy for the dinner" rafah informed pulling me out of the trains of thought I fell in.

Khadijah I remember the girl I was engaged to just last week and our wedding was set six months away from now which was going to be by the end of the year.

To say the truth I have no feelings for her even though she confessed her undying love for me, I told her right straight off that I don't have any feelings for her yet she said she understood and her feelings for me she believe was from Allah.

With all that I respected her so much for wanting rafah as her own she loved her unconditionally that I couldn't help but awwwn at there relationship.

As I pulled my car in front of rafahs school parking lots, she pecked me on the cheeks before hopping out of the car giggling at the Sight of her friend.

My phone beamed indicating an incoming call which I checked was from my secretary hanza informing me about a meeting I was having In An hour time.

Roaring my engine to life i matched the acceleration driving in high speed so I could reach my destination on time.

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"Make sure everything is set" I ordered the maids who where taking out the warmers into the white bus which was transporting food too ummi's orphanage home for iftar.

I existed the cooking house after making sure all the warmers where taken out and the cartoons of drinks and water.

"Mermeh your still not ready" ummi asked from the television house I was sure she saw me through the sliding door as I was climbing up the stairs, I stopped in my track watched her through the door as she was also looking my way.

She was dressed in a navy blue abaya which has raining stones all it with Ahmed by her side in his own navy blue jallabiya my boy looked masha Allah I admired "ummi am about to get ready by the way to guys look so muah" I said sending kisses to them.

"Awwwn thank you ummi do and come so we could snap with your phone" Ahmed said as I walked further into the stairs. Have I told you Ahmed is a picture freak to cut the story short he took my phone with him to school.

Been a single mother indeed was no easy task was the thought on my mind as I bathed in the cold shower, with the way the sun was hash I couldn't picture myself bathing with hot or better still a warm water.

Wrapping myself in a towel which I got myself used to after Ahmed pass away, they where among the things he always wanted me doing. He sometimes sit by the vanity chair back in our home waiting for me get out of the loo with a mini towel with water dripping off my body.

Shoving the thought to the back of my mind, moisturizing my skin with the carrot extract moisture I use for my skin, I got into the same abaya ummi was wearing getting my multi colored mk handbag before going down stairs.

"Ummi give me some snaps" Ahmed ordered posing for the snap by the golden flower vase, Ahmed was busy with my phone throughout our ride to there deens crib.

His mother mummy who where getting quite along with ummi pretty well formally invited us for iftar over to there crib which was gladly accepted by ummi with no second thought.

"Ummi look everyone is just commenting masha Allah" Ahmed stuffed my iPhone 13pro max to my face showing me many comments and likes on his photos, "you see ummi am already a celebrity but I'll let them no of no crushing because my wife is ummah till Jannah do us apart insha Allah "

I fell my heart swelling in pride a mumbled an ameen to myself, the joy I was feeling couldn't be explained but I was sure Ahmed was really proud of who his son was becoming.

Few car was parked outside the White House, the house we arrived at was not the same house the deens lived at years ago where I visit often but this particular house was beautiful and Unique I fell In love instantly with the design of the house.

A beautiful girl dressed in a ocean green abaya with her head packed in two ponytail, her face remained me of her mother I didn't need to be told who she was for I knew she was deens daughter, the girl was a year older than Ahmed himself.

Beside her was a lady I couldn't recognized but shrugged off the thought after cracking my brains but not recalling, mummy was also in a white abaya which looked so beautiful.

We matched to wear mummy was standing smiling at us, "welcome I never thought you where going to honor my invitation by coming" she said after pulling out of her hug with ummi, she passed her hands to me saying her Salam as I replied beaming with my eyes wondering around the compound to catch a glimpse of deen but caught none.

We all preceded to the garden where a long table with chairs surrounding it was passed, fruits where packaged and placed on the table, at the far end of the garden was a fire place and a barbecue man set by a side, at the other end was table filled with different varieties of continental dishes where a person will serve himself with.

There I cut the glare of deen with his daughter who I will never forget her name as my twin sisters the other woman I assume to be his wife, our eyes meet and he passed a smile my way with me smiling back at him, he said something to the woman beside him taking rafah with him as he walked toward my way.

Asalam how are you all doing
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Edited
15-12-2021