Have you ever been in a situation where you are dead but still alive, you see and hear but can not do anything . That's is exactly what hajiya Binta is feeling now. She can't help but cry seeing the time has come. It was a game of fate being played and she was just used as an audience. All she can do is watch and do nothing about it.
Hajiya Binta cried throughout the night she can't imagine the pain she will go through when her daughter eventually leaves. How will she cope when she was her source of happiness and joy.the only person she finds solace in and comfort, if this was to be called a thing, serendipity is not just the word.
She wished she had a way of securing her daughter's custody but she couldn't, they are just poor people and don't have power or wealth to find a good lawyer not talk of fighting the case on its own. Now tommorow was the day she wished to never come but here it is with just a few hours remaining for her to rekindle all she has with her daughter.
"Haffy barday to you, haffy barday to you, haffy barday to you, haffy barday to you.yay". Nawal's cousins sang all together. She just stood beaming with smiles. She was now an adult. She didn't know the meaning of that. The village school wasn't well equipped, the only thing they told them was when you reach the age of 18 you are no longer a small child. Her mother always tries to educate her on the little thing she knew. And since nobody has reached that age without getting married, the matter has never been given more importance.
"Na gode sosai, usokun". She was too elated to know what to say. She searched amongst her cousins looking for her mom but she couldn't find her.
"Hadoi dada(where is dada) she asked getting a little worried. She was wondering why her mom wasn't there.
"Ban San inda take ba". Her aunt answered looking around to check if Nawal's mom was there.
"Ada Nawal, come let's go and eat the English thing that aunty mariya made". Basma said pulling her hand. She is Nawal's baby cousin. The English thing she was talking about was what they usually make and represent as cake in the village. It's talge of tuwo and jolly juice and mix it together untill it turns the colour and becomes thick.
"But we can't cut it if Dada is not here". Nawal said smiling to her cousin who is desperate to eat their so called cake.
" Bari in duba ta". Anxious Nawal said.she was wondering where her mom is. Her mom has always been the first to wish her on all her birthdays but this one is different.
Entering her mother's hut,she met her silently weeping on the floor. Hajiya Binta turned to see Nawal standing by the door. She wanted to wipe her tears but she was too late cause Nawal had already seen her.
"Dada,kwadi a wokota".(why are you crying) Nawal who was already troubled asked her mother .
"Wala pengil am" (nothing my daughter) hajiya Binta said using both her palms to clean her face. It seems like she had cried for a while.
"Yes Cham tan"(just tell me) Nawal was already sitting close to her mother. She hates it when her mother cries.
"Mi arti mi ye chema Wala"(I have told you already, it's nothing).
"Aye che ta am na"( so you will not tell me)she was playfully glowering at her mother.
"Me ye chete yeso"( ok I will tell you later). hajiya Binta said releasing a fake smile to satisfy her daughter.
"A wonyi am alkawal na"(do you promise. She brought out her pinkie for her mother to cross it like they always do anytime they agree on something.
"A mi Wadi"(yes,I do). She put her pinkie into Nawal's own. This was how mother and daughter always bond but it was about to come to an end. That is what is getting hajiya Binta all worked up.
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Fanfiction"I can never get married to you.i deserve better.he said with his usual screwed up face which always makes his handsome face have wrinkles. "today,here and now I promise you that you will come and plead with me to get married to you.Nawal trying to...
