She breathes fire 🔥
He breathes fire🔥
The word 'detest' isn't enough to describe what these two have for each other. Some say respect is reciprocal, but not when two blaring fire clash.
She is free in her wildness, she is a wanderer. She knows...
Today was a Friday,meaning the day I spend half of the day in the Masjid. It had been my Friday routine ever since I was fourteen years old. Adorned in my light blue jilbab, I drove to An-Noor mosque in Wuse. The time was just 9:05 so I did my usual Friday routine. I swept and mopped the mosque, I dusted the Qur'ans and other Islamic books that were stained with dust, I then incensed the whole mosque with Mrs Mahirs famous bakhoor. I've been stealing the bakhoor since when I was ten years old, I never had the courage to ask her for them so I stole them. But she eventually found out but didn't say a word to me. I figured it wasn't that important to her. She's an Arabian and her father is Shua from maiduguri, she ought to have all those nice Bakhoor and Turaren wuta.
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As I finished incensing the masjid, I sat down on the prayer mat and started reading the Holy Qur'an. I recited from Surah Baqarah and stopped at Surah Nisa. I suddenly felt so good inside my soul as melodiously recited the holy book with the qira'a of Mahir Al-Muaiqly. It was always a feeling of peace.
When I was seven years old, Aliza approached our parents telling them that it was high time I get enrolled into an Islamic School. They said they'll just get a Malam for me at home, that kids in Islamiya are of low class there in Los Angeles, that the rich people usually got their kids Malams at home. It saddened my heart back then how my parents berate people based on status and wealth. I wanted to join Islamiya just like the Kubra, Jawahir ,Ya Arif and the twins but my parents refused. I still don't know why the rest of my siblings were aloud to attend Islamiya but I wasn't .The Malam they got for me knew nothing about Islam or it teachings, yes I was young but I knew most things because of Ya Aliza. She taught me a lot of things at a young age.
As I ticked ten years old, that was when we had returned to Nigeria. Daddy started giving me monthly allowance, which was ten thousand Naira every month but I gave Ya Aliza to keep it for me. I didn't want to spend too much because I was obviously too young to be given allowance. Eventually, Baba Kaka enrolled me into an Islamiya, the same one my friends in school were. I was so happy that day, I threw a house party for my siblings and the staffs at home. My parents had no other choice but to oblige, Baba Kaka was involved and they had no say in the matter.
I memorized the fifty juzu when I was fifteen years of age, I had only ten more juzu left to memorize. That was later taken care of with the help of Mimi there in UCLA. Before my sophomore year, I had officially memorised the whole Qur'an. It was honestly the happiest day of my life. Part of me was complete.
The time was already 12:30. Women had started coming to listen to the Friday Kuthba. The Jumma'a prayer took place thirty minutes after. Sprawling myself on the soft carpeted ground, I plugged in my AirPods listening to a lecture by Mufi Ismail.
After Asr prayer, I took that as my cue to drive back home. As I emerged the mansion, I noticed five cars parked inside. I was confused at first but then it clicked to me that today was the day my lefe would be brought. Traditionally, the bride is not supposed to be home when it's being brought. Not that I cared or anything, if I wanted to stay at home nobody would be able to stop me. They can't dictate my movements.
