Haleema Akram

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Before I begin @fav_saaderh thanks for the votes and comments this chapter is dedicated to you. I'm planning on giving my new character your name. Let's dive in......

Haleema's POV
           Naeem. He was so gentle, didn't even rant about how I squeezed his shirt. I mean I know how he loves his shirt ironed. I got lost in his eyes, he's Soo cute like ...  Wait, did I just call him cute? No, he's just...he's just Naeem. I felt someone slap my arm, it was the annoying Basam. That boy would be the death of me one day."what?" I shouted loudly. He chuckled and said something about me smiling to my self. The car parked before I could think of a comeback. The front door was opened and we all went in. Jalilah was sulking all through the ride. I went to my room with Basam helping. Dad was away on a trip thank God I don't have to answer questions. As for mom, well I know she doesn't care enough to ask. Baby jawahir came hugging us both. Basam picked her up and I pinched her cheeks. I love her so much though I don't get to show it. Apparently, maami keeps taking her away from me. Jawad was brought in by the driver, he was sleeping right through the ride. Basam helped me up to stairs, now I hated being up, my legs hurt like mad. I took a hot shower. Aisha served me lunch in bed, she was so sweet. I was so hungry though I didn't eat much, I managed to get half in. I was reading on my balcony when my phone dinged. The message was from an unsaved contact.it read :reading souls are better off reading in the breeze. I looked around to make sure no one was spying on me. My mind drifted back to earlier, I don't know who made me fall in class, or how my locker got stuffed with dirt, or how my books went MIA. I wondered what went wrong that the person had to punish me this harshly. Basam jolted me back to reality. He held a ludo board game and beside him was .....OMG. Naeem. I was surprised. I wonder from which planet Basam came that he would let a boy into my room, what if I was changing? Or I slept with shorts? What if.....I was jolted back to reality again. They both sat on the empty chairs. Naeem asked me how I was feeling. I talked over the ludo game. Aisha served us cheese cake from the kitchen. As we were playing, we heard screaming from Naeem's balcony. Sheriff and ashraf were fighting over a boxer, both of them wearing a towel around thier waste and laure was smacking thier heads with her serving spoon🤣🤣🤣. We all started laughing. "You enjoy a movie Haleema. I can see these boys keep you entertained over here." We all agreed. He stauntered off to saperate the two angry birds before they send laure to an empty grave.

**Hauwa jiddarh POV
           Jiddarh was once a happy young girl. She had a brother Abubakar Sadiq who was known as assiddiq. They were the only children God has given thier parents. They lived with thier uncle Usman whom they loved dearly. They were a perfect little family until her mother was pregnant again. It was a joyous day. The family were so happy. Uncle Usman had brought a girl he wanted to marry, she was seven years old then. The first trimester of her mother had been complicating. She was always going to the hospital. It was later revealed that she had stage four cancer and was to start chemotherapy. She lost her baby after the second trimester. Then she did look pale and lost a lot of hair. She died after three months in a peaceful slumber. After her death, thier father became aggressive. He snapped at the slightest mistake of his wife whom he was forced to marry. He had tried to find his late wife in her and so one day , she sold out all his properties including one they lived in and ran off. They became homeless, they had to live with thier paternal grandmother while thier father struggled to start up another business. That was three years ago when she was 12. But now alhamdulillah, she has gotten a scholarship into Golden corral academy and her father is able to pay her brothers fees. They fed quite well and have been comfortable though not like before but alhamdulillah.
           Her misery, didn't end there, at the time she got scholarship, they were still struggling to get food on a plate. Her mates had made fun of her, bullied her and called her name's. They had beaten her and made her an errand girl. She was zee Bukar's puppy dog. She had once made her answer a puppy in public. She made her do her assignments and even sent her to give letters in the SS block. She was ridiculed by her until Haleemas arrival and she had managed to become invisible in thier eyes. She felt a sort of connection to Haleema for she knew the girl was going through a lot even though she was rich and all. She tried to have a sincere friend and alhamdulillah she got two best friends she could hold on to.
           Jiddarh was Oblivion to the fact that she was shedding tears in class. She wiped them away while she laid on Haleema's shoulder and Naeem patted her back assuringly. She had suffered both physically and emotionally. She had gone home that day feeling a bit refreshed. She thought of all the crazy things she would do with her friends, she she had dreamt of but didn't have the opportunity to realize. She entered with a salaam and was welcomed to the living room with a smell of freshly cooked food. The once tattered living room was now moderate. The old black and white TV was replaced with a flat screen. The plastic chairs was replaced with modern country chair, the cemented floor was now tiled, wallpapers on the world and a round fluffy carpet that served as her bed during the night. The house was a two bedroom apartment, one room shared by her father and brother and the other,her grandmother and aunty shared. The house was moderate, it contained a kitchen and a bathroom, a small dining area where they made a pantry because the kitchen was devoid of any space after the gas Cooker and the fridge were put in place. She greeted her grandmother and aunty who were busy in the kitchen. Assidiq was yet to be back so she went in and changed before joining dada and Adda kamla. Being Fulani has been good for her, it dignified her beauty. The fair skin, silky long hair, dark orbs, pointed nose, all her features fell into the right spaces. She plugged out her old tecno button phone and called her abbu, one thing she always does when she gets back home since she doesn't get to see him until weekends. Assidiq came back much later and both got dressed for Islamic school bidding aedius to Dada and adda kamla.
 
**The Bukar's mansion
   
             Alhaji Bukar was never home by this time of the year, it was a pleasurable time for his branch office in kano. It was by every November that he went to oversee the affairs of the branch office but unlikely for him, he was in the living room making a phone call. The maid had announced to the children, the arrival of thier father and one by one, they began ascending the stairs to offer their greetings. The comforting aura of the room was shattered when abdulrash finally got down. The father was wide eyed, wondering what he would do to his supposed first son whom he expected to set the dice rolling for his family.  Sensing the relunctance in abdulrash's foot steeps, he bellowed for him to come over. The command, delivered in that ascented voice made rash to quicken his foot steps, causing shivers in his inner self. Alhaji Bukar was a no nonsense zone, his kids well aware of that had never in thier lives dared to test his limited patience. He cleared his throat, making zee to drop her phone immidiately and causing Sameer to adjust his sitting postition while haseenah was well seated since she came in. He had accepted their low but audible greetings, asking each and every one of them how they fared. Apparently, he had received a shocking news that his wife had travelled without his consent and his son had fled from school, without due permission or any official holiday from the school. He had booked the next available flight back home to set things straight in his own thoughts, well it was about time he settled in with his family.
           He dismissed the kids asking Rasheed to wait behind. He knew something was up with the boy, like he was hiding something. On normal days, Rasheed was the happiest to see his dad,and would never do anything bad knowing his father would be angry with him. From mere looking at him, he knew the boy knew something he was not telling him, he just hoped his secret was not out, not that he ever planned to let it out for he had taken measures to make sure nobody found out especially his family. He had asked abdulrasheed why he checked out of school, the Dean had called in to report him missing. He was later informed that he was spotted at home by his secretary. Rash only told him that he was tired of the school and wanted to join Base University of Abuja which suprised his dad. Somehow, he felt the connection between his wife's sudden trip and his appearance. Alhaji Bukar had retired to his bedroom, one he shared with his beloved hajiya falmata,mother of his children. He had noticed that the room was untouched for a long time and her closet was almost empty, but which kind of trip required falmata to pack her endless set of Ankara and abayas leaving only a few scattered things in the closet. Sighing inwardly, he picked his phone to call her but this time too, she didn't pick up, as usual.
                 Rash was back in his room, with red rimmed eyes filled with unshed tears, alot was happening to his life recently, so much he had to foresake his education back at udah, the best opportunity one could ever have. He knew that their lives was slowly getting uprooted and there was nothing he could do except to watch his family break apart from it's beloved bond. He knew his mom was never coming back, he knew they would see her again only when it was destined to happen. He didn't know where she went to, or what she was up to but he knew she was gone, forever. The thought alone made him tear up, a gasp momentarily escaping his tight lips. His life was a total mess, his love life was in shambles and his life was literally crumbled, his heart torn into painful pieces of devastation. He has resolved to submitting his affairs to the most exalted, He who has written his destiny before he was borrn. He had left his heart in the care of Allah, he hoped that his prayer's would be answered overnight. Shoving the agonizing thoughts aside, he dialed his mother's number,it was totally pointless as she has refused to pick, as usual. He took a quick relaxing shower, then ambled to the kitchen to make dinner, not that there was no maid but he was tired of her tasteless bland local food. He worked swiftly in the kitchen as he listened to calcum Scott's you are the reason. His father however was disappointed, having his first son in the kitchen when he was supposed to be studying. The boy was hell bent on making him a laughing subject. How can a son of his be a caterer? It was a proud thing if it was zainab or haseenah, but his first son, whom he had trained from childhood to be an heir to his empire. He simply shook his head, heading for the front door,where he was going in the first place.

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