Affairs Of The Hearts |✅

63| Hues of Life...

Abuja, Nigeria

"Booboobear! Adda Maheera has given birth!" Jalilah squealed, ending her call with Hajiya Khadijah, who'd just shared the good news.

"Mashaa Allah, what did she give birth to?" Jalal asked, emerging from the kitchen with a mug in his hand.

"It's a baby girl! They're at Nisa Hospital. Please come and take me there. I can't wait to hold the baby!" she pouted, showing him a picture Banina had just sent.

"Sure, baby. Go and get ready," he said, giving her a kiss before she happily darted upstairs.

At the hospital, Jalilah cradled the newborn close to her, her eyes sparkling with love. "Oh, my Allah! She's adorable, just like her lovely aunt here. Adda Maheera, just give her to me," Jalilah gushed, hugging the baby tight, which drew laughs from everyone in the room.

"She's all yours, Jay," Maheera smiled weakly.

"You should man up and have your own baby too, you know, instead of stealing someone else's," Banina teased, only to earn a playful smack from Jalal, which made everyone laugh harder.

"Come on, Ya Jalal, I was only stating the truth," Banina pouted, while Jalilah shot her a playful glare.

"Adda Maheera, what are you going to name her?" Jalilah asked, still gazing lovingly at the baby.

"I'm not sure yet, Jay."

"We're thinking of naming her after Mummy, In Sha Allah," Amaan, Maheera's husband, said, joining them with his brother Amaar. Banina turned red the moment Amaar walked in.

"Aww, that's so sweet of you, Ya Amaan," Jalilah cooed, while Hajiya Khadijah beamed with pride.

Later, back in their bedroom, Jalal brought up Banina's comment. "Jewel, don't you think Banina had a point?"

Jalilah snuggled closer to him. "What did she say, Booboobear?" She giggled, earning a gentle pinch on her nose.

"Pretender! You know exactly what I mean," he chuckled, causing her to laugh.

"Don't worry, Booboobear. We'll have our baby soon too, In Sha Allah. I wouldn't mind having a baby at my age now. Look at Adda Maheera; she's just nineteen, and she's a mother already. How beautiful. Let's keep praying for Allah's perfect timing," she smiled softly.

Jalal's heart swelled with pride. He was truly lucky to have her. "I'm proud of you, Booboobear. In Sha Allah," he murmured, sealing their lips with a kiss.

***
In a dimly lit room, a woman lay crying, surrounded by untouched food that had gone cold. After nearly two hours of tears, she staggered to the bathroom, staring at her reflection. She was undeniably beautiful, with the features of a model. But what she saw felt like a stranger.

Her beauty, which could have been cherished, had been misused. She'd lured men with it, offering what should have been precious. Now, guilt gnawed at her. If she had remained pure, maybe the one she loved would have been the first to know her intimately. But instead, she had made her body public property, a choice that now haunted her.

"Ya Allah, please forgive me for all that I have done," she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks. In that painful moment, she decided the old Nabila was gone; a new, God-fearing, and pure Nabila would rise. She performed ablution, cleansing herself spiritually, and thanked Allah for guiding her back.