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Chapter 35 (Khair)

Assalamu Alaikum Warahmatullah.

Baby❤️

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Laylah's POV

  Talking of destiny, I could never have imagined a day like this would come. A day, a whole stranger would turned to my distant cousin. A day, my grandmother will ask me to marry him. Muhammad of all people for that matter. If anyone says I'll marry Muhammad I'd only laugh at their incoherent mind. But guess what? Here we are.

Yes! Today is our official nikkah. The wedding Fatiha took place after Jumu'at prayer here in Saudi. I can't feel my heart anymore. I'm just a living statue. I can't feel my limbs anymore. My legs can't carry me I'm just shivering and still can't fathom what's happening. How? Just how?

My parents taught me how to accept qaddr and move on. But this? Is unimaginable. But who said good things can't come to those who wait? Is this even good? I do not know anymore. You tell me.

My life changed from living with my beautiful mom and dad, to living in the streets! How quickly one's fate can change is so outrageously appalling! But who are we to question our most high? My rabb deems what's perfect for me and I'm accepting it with an open heart and mind.

  It's evening and there are only few older friends of grandma. They rejoiced and sang some songs while I sit in the room weeping my heart out.  It's already 4 in the evening and people are starting to leave. Only few left I can tell. My heartbeat skips as I heard the cars outside and my grandmother and her friends making loud voices in hurrah. At that moment everything stopped knowing that I'll be conveyed into wherever they call home.

  I'm being summoned to the living room and even though I couldn't lift my head up, I think I saw a glimpse of Muhammad with a white dishdasha. As I found my way close to my grandmother everybody stood there like a statue. The room is so silent. I can feel their whole tensed stare on me. But what can I do when I'm the bride.

   My grandmother began with some supplication as everyone is calm in the room listening to her. She made sure she told Muhammad how important it's for him to take care of me and shield me. Love me, and be there for me all the time. She did a great job there and then she hugged me and bid me goodbye while we walk out the door and into the car. My own nasiha is done every minute she gets since the day our wedding date has been fixed. And she made me promise to do the right thing and listen to my husband.

Honestly, everything feels so real. I do not know how I'm feeling right now. Mixed emotions from every angle of my heart. I feel like my tears aren't enough to help me clear my heart out. I want to shout my lungs out till I can scream no more. I want to let my anger out on something! I want to hit the wall till my knuckles bleed. But I know better than to do that. I need to be calm and steady my breath.

I'm finally in the car sitting next to my "husband" I whispered Ikon Allah to myself. Unbelievably true! I want to pinch myself and wake up from this deep slumber. Knowing right this isn't a dream but reality. And living with him is another tangled puzzle I'm yet to untangled.

Muhammad didn't utter a word to me nor did I. We just sat there in the car consumed in our own thoughts and different worlds. But I bet we're def thinking of the same thing. Until Muhammad's friend decide to break the silence with an Islamic song Baraka Allahu Lakuma. It justifies this whole situation. I feel so relived and a sense of solace embracing my whole. This song is talking about loving couple, those who love each other but why do I feel like we're somehow connected to this song? All the prayers I hope become true "May Allah bless everything for you two and shower His blessings upon the two of you. And may he bring you together In everything that is good." Hearing this just made me cry more. And this time a sound escaped my lips and I'm having this runny nose that just wouldn't stop! At this very time everything just doesn't makes. How do we manage this marriage? How do we work a marriage that has no base or foundation? How do we live together with no love for each other. I do not know how to do this. This could've been our happiest moment if we were in love. We would've sing along this song together. We would've done a lot of things. We would've rejoiced. But sadly, here we are. Lost in our thoughts.

I felt a warm skin on my cheeks. Wiping out my unstoppable tears. My veil is still not lifted but he managed to wipe out my tears. I just froze! Everything stopped. But hell not the tears. He asked me with a deep soothing calming voice.
"Can I lift your veil?" I just shook my head yes and he unveiled me slowly. He took out some paper tissue out of his pocket and wiped my tears and nose. I kinda felt embarrassed but seeing the look on his face made me feel better.

"The tears wouldn't stop" he says and we both locked eyes and then a little laugh escaped our lips" I felt relieved. We locked eyes again and now a chuckle escaped our lips together in sync.

"Mind leaning on my shoulder? I'd rather the tears drain my clothes than yours" he says. I just sat there like a statue, not moving nor doing anything. I didn't know what to do next after what he says. He pulled me closer and I swiftly fall in his arms. He then, helped my head gently lean unto his broad masculine shoulder.

That feeling of absolute smallest chance of something absolutely amazing could happen.
They say you never loose hope right? But I'm honestly still yet to determine the course of this relationship. I'm yet to have an iota of confidence or hope it'll work. I do not have any hope for love between us or emotions to brew. But I'm not loosing hope for friendship. I'm hoping we can be friends In Shaa Allah. But that depends on him of course. His actions and behaviours will help me determine whether to steer the ship or let it sink.

He whispered in my ear something I never thought can shake my world from being a human to a living paralytic.

"WE'RE GOING BACK TO NIGERIA"

Finally an update right? I know that's what most of you would say. And I know y'all deserve an explanation for this long break! Honestly I do not have one. I'm till waiting answers from my subconscious too. You see that squid-ward right there ?that's the only explanation of my life rn. I'm so lazyy. But I know it's not fair what I did. So I'm going to make a promise. I didn't say I promise o😂
No come and drag me.
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Help me find the writer in me to give you an update.

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Love Baby❤️