Abu Hurairah, radiyallahu 'anhu, reported that the Messenger of Allah, sallallahu 'alayhi wasallam, said:
"Let whosoever believes in Allah and in the Last Day either speak good or be silent. Let whosoever believes in Allah and in the Last Day honour his neighbour. Let whosoever believes in Allah and in the Last Day honour his guest."
[Al-Bukhari & Muslim]
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"Heyyyy babyyyy" Hadiza's high pitched voice, screeched as she opened the door to Aysha's room with a bang sound.
Aysha's face twitched into a frown, showing her disapproval as she turned to face her. She looked at her before burying her head back into the pillow.
"Baby what's up with you?" Hadiza asked concerned, mama told her about how Aysha was but she didn't realize it was as bad as it was. The room was in a mess, and even though it was dark she could still see how random clothes were strewn around, empty chocolate wrappers were all over the floor. Chocolate was Aysha's coping mechanism for almost everything so it was no surprise that it was all over.
"I don't even know. Everything seff" she muttered with a shrug shifting to a more comfortable position on the unmade bed.
"Stop letting it get to you, just look at bright side" she said slipping into the bed with her.
"If there even a bright side to this?" She asked with a humorless laugh.
"My brother is a great catch fahh, as sappy as it sound *kuma*, if there's one person I'd love to see you end up with is him. He's the only one I'll ever truly trust with you" she said and Aysha turned to her looking interested.
"Why do you say so?" She asked her and she simply shrugged.
"Oya now don't let your namesake bring you down and make you unhappy now" she said trying to make light of the situation.
"Hajiya iya, that woman is truly something" she shook her head with an exasperated sigh.
"I know right, anyhow let's stop talking about her for a minute. Go and get ready we're going shopping" she said with a huge smile.
Aysha rolled her eyes before sluggishly dragging her legs across her room to the bathroom to get ready, she was still in her night dress. After she was done getting ready, which took over an hour, they set out to the shopping mall.
The words 'Garko mall' written on the very top of the massive 6 floors building glowed brightly as they stepped out of the car. They entered the building from the underground parking lot where their exclusive parking space was allotted.
They entered a shoe shop where they were greeted by a cheery sales girl. They bought a lot of shoes mostly high heels.
"You know I just realized I didn't eat breakfast, so you owe me. Come buy me a befitting breakfast" Aysha said as they came out of the shoe shop.
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"What did one road say to the other? Let's meet at the crossing!" Hadiza said as they were sitting down on one of the tables in the cafeteria munching on waffles and a chocolate shake. Aysha gave her a flat look, she had been saying a lot of dry jokes since they sat, the most annoying moment of Aysha's life.
"Okay, hear this one. Do you know why that boy is wearing glasses?" She asked pointing to the boy opposite to them. Aysha sighed before shaking her head no. "Because he can't see when he closes his eyes" she let out a cackle sounding like a dying hyena.
"You sound like a dying hyena" Aysha let her in, on her thoughts.
"You are so mean, why aren't you laughing?" She asked.
"Simple, because it's not funny" she said stabbing her waffle with a fork.
"Haba" she pouted.
"You tell the most dry jokes ever"
"Like hand dryer?" She asked with a smirk.
"I'm dead" she sighed facepalming herself.
"Dead like die hard"
"I'll hit you across the face if you say another dry joke" she threatened.
"Hit like hitman"
Aysha raised her hand jokingly, Hadiza chuckled as she slightly cowered away saying "sorry" repeatedly while laughing.
She rolled her eyes before continuing eating.
"So, there's this perfume I've been wanting to buy, let me go get it while you wait for me in the car" Aysha said as she quickly munched on the last bits of her food.
"OK, let me call the driver to come carry all this bags" she pointed to the heap of shopping bags kept on the floor.
Aysha smiled before hurriedly heading to the elevator. As she came out of the elevator she noticed Hadiza entering the elevator heading to the underground parking lot. Her phone beeped informing her of a new text message.
Private number: roses are red. Violet are blue. She's walking to a secluded underground lot. She might be in danger but I'm not telling. PS. Your security sucks.
Her heart was beating as she frantically looked around trying to find any odd person that looked to be stalking them and could have probably sent this message. Then she remembered what the text said, Hadiza might be in danger. Without thinking twice she quickly took off quickly heading to the elevator. She repeatedly pressed on the elevator button but there was none available, the mall only had an elevator, then the staff's staircase. Without thinking she ran to the staff's staircase. Thankfully the door to the staircase was open so she swiftly slid in closing it behind her before hurrying down the flights of the stairs.
She abruptly came to a stop as her steps were halted by a scary looking man that stood directly at her front. She looked at him suspiciously, her heart was hammering in her chest, her hands had already started to shake.
"Excuse me" she muttered as she tried to side step him but then he blocked her way. She stood still petrified.
He took a step forward compelling her to take a step back and they kept repeating the process until her back met the wall. She drew a shaky breath as tried to make her voice firm.
"Who are you?" She asked.
His disgusting breath was too close for comfort as he let out a sinister grin showing his discolored teeth "Your worst nightmare, baby"
A shiver ran down her spine as she felt the chills.
Oh God!
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