The political Marriage

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Ibrahim's Pov.

              Mrs first lady

       I know I may not be perfect but one thing I was perfect at is completing the five daily prayers in the way taught by prophet Muhammad. From my age 10 till date I have never missed Salah. It is believed that Allah speaks to us through the Quran and Salah is our means of responding to Allah. I spread my mat on the corner of my room I felt is most clean and holy ready to perform tayammum, with my face facing the ka'bah I made my intentions known to Allah in my heart.

Before all gods and man, Allah knows how much I want to win this forth coming Governorship election. Not only do I want to win and make a difference but I want to prove to everyone and myself that despite where I I'm today and where I have always found myself, I Ibrahim Ovie, even without a father's name is great. Just like many stories of the prophets in the Quran, I believe that my struggle would pay off. I raise my hands up next to my ears and shoulder muttering the words" Allah Akbar". Doing this while standing, I place my right hand over my left hand on my chest with my eyes focus on the ground saying my opening prayers. saying "Allah Akbar" I  blend down and stand's  up reciting Sami Allah Hu Lima.

"Leave me!!". A familiar voice coming from outside my room which I recognize to be Fatima. What could she be doing here so Early?. O!!. Funny I was asking myself this question. "Allah Akbar". I prostate with my head, knees and hands on the floor. I raise from sajah and sit's on my knee. "Allah Akbar". I stand up finishing my prayers with tasleem. I turn my head to the right and left all saying "As- salamu alaykumwa Rahamatallahi wa Barakaatuhui". Getting to the end of my prayers my heart wouldn't stop dancing because I know I'm going to face Fatima anytime soon. " As- salamu alaykumwa Rahmatullah". I stand up taking my sit on my bed.

" Non sense!!".  If there is one thing I would like to avoid is Fatima's anger. That pretty, decent and calm lady underneath that hijab can turn out to be my worst nightmare.

" tell Ibrahim I want to speak to him or I will help you myself!!".  I don't know what's written in my fate and I don't understand how I always end up hurting the woman I love with no doubt. That lady literally shouting outside my door has been with me through thick and tin. Just as her name Fatima (meaning faithful) implies she has been faithful and loyal behond measures. I just wished I realized how much she meant to me earlier. Maybe that ways I would have been able to make amends.

" Ibrahim I know you can hear me oooooooo!!. You better come outside and answer to me before I pull down this house!!".  This was the reaction I expected from her that's why father had advised she should be absent at the meeting with Ejiro.

" You even had the mind to replace me as your PA!!!".

" Calm down Fatima and reason with your brain not your heart".

" Haaa daddy!!. assalamualaikum but I should have loved with my head instead of my heart". The only person that should be in better position to explain things to her is me and no one else. At least I owe her an explanation. I didn't expect my meeting with Ejiro to take an unexpected turn but I had to do it for my political career.

Call me selfish but a man got to do what a man got to do. It is now or never!!. I can clearly see the range on Fatima's face the instant I open my door. My step mom is holding on to her and my dad standing in front of her. All staring at me with a surprise look. " Ibrahim you!!". The moment my step mom's grip frees her, she storms inside my room ready to unleash her anger. I quickly close the door and I wish I didn't because now it's just the two of us.

" Assalamualaikum babe".

" O peace be unto you Ibrahim!!. Inshallah to Allah for creating a heartless man like you".