💡From The Diary Of Noorin💡

Chapter 18

Don't let what's happening around you gets inside you and weigh you down.

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Kaduna state, Nigeria

It feels good to be home again. To be honest I missed Nigeria. I couldn't help but being nostalgic. I missed a lot of things, I missed my family, my friends and everything. And how I'm dying to dive in Ammie's food, Yaa Allah! I missed that super woman.

We arrived home around 8:30pm. To say I'm tired is really understatement, but the moment I set my foot at home, I forgot everything, including my worries. The house was no longer quiet, we're both excited to see each other again. Adda with her big belly, I've been laughing at her. She smacked my head for the millionth time. Nana and Nunu just finished writing their SSCE. They've grown so mashaa Allah but their craziness I swear nothing has lessened, in fact I can say it had increased. Al-ameen is still Ammie's sidekick, I don't know when he'll stop following her anywhere she goes. That boy is a total introvert, he used to talk a lot to Ammie only and no one beside her. At least now he used to sleep in his room but I'm sure Ammie worked very hard on that.

Adda's twins are in Yola with their aunty, she left them in Yola because of school. They're coming along with their Dad in four days since now they're on vacation.

You know, even though I've enjoyed my stay in UK but that's nothing compared to my stay at home. My family are my everything, they allow me to be part of something greater than myself. They support me, we support each other. We're very close to each other and always looking forward in spending our time together. Not to say we don't use to get mad at each other, we did of course beside, we're all humans. But with all our imperfections, I can say my family are perfect for me. I pray may Allah Azzawajal keep them safe for me.

We had our breakfast. I wasn't comfortable again while eating because everyone was awkwardly staring at me, I couldn't figure out what their stares mean and just ignored them. Later on while they're all engaged in their discussions, I quickly left without anyone noticing, because I really want to sleep and if I stay any longer, they won't allow me obtain my mission. I entered my room and locked the door. Nothing much had changed. It's very clean and even without anyone telling me, I knew it was Adda.

I changed into my oversized green T-shirt that reached below my knee. As I laid down on my bed, I took my phone, wanted to text my friends and told them that I'm back. I then realized that I have to change a new Nigerian sim card because the old one have been blocked. I threw the phone aside and without any waste of time I drifted into lala land.

I woke up around 2:00pm, I mumbled my Azkaar and stood up stretching my hands. I ambulated to the bathroom and took a relaxing shower. I performed ablution before coming out.

After I'm done moisturizing my body, I walked to my closet, flipping through it on searching what to wear.

I finally dressed into a pink and ash atampa. I felt a fresh, it had been long since I wore natives. I've been struggling with abaya whole this years. First time I went there, any time I wear atampa and went out, people will be staring at me weirdly. I stopped wearing it because I hate seeking attention.

I wore my hijab and prayed zuhr. I spent time making du'a, asking Allah to make things easier for me.

I walked down stairs yawning, I don't know whether I'm hungry or still sleepy.

"Don't eat us abeg" Ya Zayd teased.

I pouted without saying anything. Everyone was seated in the living room except the twins, Al-ameen and Rufaidah. I don't know what they're discussing about and they all kept mum when I came. I sat beside Adda after greeting them all.