TAUHIDA ✔️

Chapter 13

~°°~you are a thousand times enough~°°~

Gwarinpa, Abuja, Nigeria.
19th January.

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Archeologically, the burial of Alhaji Hakeem Elnafaty took place and almost everyone went back to his residence, well except the few people who knew they wouldn't gain an entrance into the house.

Aaliyah and her children back in the house were busy putting up an act by crying their eyes out in front of everyone to a point that their wailing and sobs became annoying.

Instead of them to pray for his peace and comfort, they diverted to dragging attention towards them.

The few people in the family knew that they were just faking it, especially Ruha and Malika.

Aaliyah refused to inform anyone about being divorced by Alhaji Hakeem the previous night, only Ruha knew and she also decided to keep shut about it.

There was no point talking about divorce when they were all mourning, It would have looked like they didn't care because it was trivial.

After Alhaji Hakeem's corpse was taken away, each of his wives went back to their apartments, each receiving her visitors who pass condolences in her own part.

When Sayf on the other hand returned back from the cemetery with the others, he headed to his mother's apartment because he knew he had an unfinished business with her, he would have left already if not for that.

He entered her parlour with a taslim and found his sister and female cousins there.

Amani was still in tears as the others tried consoling her and when they heard his taslim, they greeted him while Amani just stared at him.

If she said she did not miss him, then it would be a big fat lie, same thing applied to him.

Everyone knew about their perfect brother and sister relationship, it was a relationship everyone would wish to have because of how close they were.

All that change in merely hours.

Sayf moved closer to where she sat and squared beside her. "I hate them, the tears" Sayf said to Amani but she just kept staring at him.

"Now you won't talk to me?" He asked when he saw she had no intention of talking. She still didn't say anything to him, instead she silently laid her head on his chest and sobbed harder.

"Shh, I got you! Pray for him" Sayf consoled patting her back. "These tears, they are more of the moment I lost you than the one I lost Abba. I missed you so much that it hurts" Amani finally said to him snuggling more into his arms.

"I wish I knew what Allah had planned ahead, it wouldn't have pained the same. But it's going to be fine now" Sayf said after allowing her to cry for some seconds.

"Let's go meet Mami" he added.

Amani nodded and followed his lead to their mother's room. The other occupants of the parlour did well to pass their condolences to him.

Alhamdulillah, Ameen Those were always his answer.

Muttering the taslim, they entered the room and met Ammi with some people.