HUSNA

Chapter36

"Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma – which is living with the results of other people's thinking." – Steve Jobs

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The call of the adhan woke her up, signaling the start of a new day. As she slowly opened her eyes, she mumbled, "Time for Subh."She tapped her sister, Fatima, awake. "Fati, get up and pray!"

Fatima yawned and walked out of her room to perform her ablution. After praying, she did her azkar and began tackling some of the household chores. She knows they would be traveling to Yola today , and her mother had warned her that it is a long journey.her mother is excited to meet up with her family after overcoming numerous obstacles.

She took a bath, applied Vaseline, and dressed in her beautiful atamfa gown. She slipped on her well ironed hijab and packed some clothes into her bag, unsure of how many days they would spend in Yola.

"Fati, what are you still doing? You haven't taken your bath? And what about these clothes scattered all over the place? Pack them before I smack your head!"

Her sister pouted, "Adda, please, I'm searching for my bracelet. I don't know where I kept it..."

Because you're so careless, everything disappears! Get out of my sight, my friend!"

She glanced at the time on her phone 6:05 AM. She frowned, thinking, "He hasn't called or texted me, and he knows she's traveling. He's still mad her."
The two had had a minor misunderstanding, and for the first time, he's truly upset with her.

"Husnatu!" Her mother called out her name, she kept her phone aside and walked out of her room to meet her mother, who was sitting on a small, rounded wooden chair in the kitchen. Her brother stood beside her.

"Adda, you called me?"

"Yes, I think we should have our breakfast before we go. It's a long journey," the pap is almost done.

Adda, but wallahi , I'm not hungry. I don't feel like eating anything.

Her brother chimed in, "Adda, I knew it. She had a fight with her boyfriend yesterday."

She smacked her brother's head. "Wallahi, Abdul, be careful with me."

Her mother laughed. "Ko a wadi jonta bo? (So, what did you do this time around?)"

"Adda, why do you always blame me? O wadi am aybe bo o berni da kofi am (He did something wrong and he's mad)."

Her mother handed her a cup of pap while she ate her akara in a hurry.

"You definitely did something to him. I know you so well."

"Fine, fine. Let's not talk about that again, Adda. I mean, this is the first time we're traveling, and where do you think we'll find a bus?"

"Kawo." Her mother replied, she pressed her lips together,"Let me check on this girl, what's she still doing?""Fatima, Fatima!

Adda, Husna, I'm done. Let me have my breakfast."

She shook her head, picking up her bag and sliding her phone inside. They left home around 7:10, headed to Kawo. After a brief wait, the bus was filled, and they set off.

The car ride was far from silent, with the noise of chaos filling the bus. People chattered nonstop, discussing everything from family to government work. She closed her eyes, feeling dizzy. She always got queasy during long drives, and to make matters worse, it was freezing. The driver had insisted on opening the window, and the cold air hit her directly as they rode along the freeway.