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Janan Muhammad Ghali is a young woman who has always struggled with fear. Her past trauma has left her with no memory of what happened five years ago, and she often finds herself lost between imagination and reality. Despite this, Janan is det...
She couldn't explain the beauty of the mansion. It was like one of those elite of royalty. She was just awed at the sight.
Ikram smiled at her before leaning and whispering. " Nawfal build it for us."
Janan widened her eyes before nodding. Okay....she has underestimated his wealth. This must be one of the reasons he always feels like the king of the world.
But that wasn't her concern.
The car stopped and a butler opens the door for them. Nawfal and his mother were in a different car and Janan was very glad remembering there last encounter in the plane. He looks like ripping her apart and the best thing she did was exited the room and lied to his mother that his having a nap which she actually believed.
"Come Janan." Hajiya Samira said pulling her beside her. Ikram was also trailing beside them and Nawfal was no where to be found.
Better!
" Marhaba! Ahlan bikum!!" Some beautiful ladies hugged them all. They all looked at Janan before pulling her into a warm embrace.
Janan found herself smiling at them which was not fake. She feels a sense of love for the people. She gaze at the gigantic foyer that was all decorated in gold and silver which screams of classy and elegancy.
"Come." Hajiya Samira hold her hand and all of them took the stairs to the west wing and everywhere was elegantly decorated. They came to a beautiful sitting room and Janan has to drop her gaze because of the people inside. Everyone was just saying masha Allah. Hajiya Samira hugged and greeted everyone before pulling her to an elderly man and woman which Janan quickly recognized as hajiya Samira's parent aka Nawfal's grandparents.
"Come sit beside us." His beautiful grand mother said. Janan slowly sat down feeling very timid. The woman start praising her beauty and welcoming her to the family. Most of the people where Nawfal's uncles, aunties and cousins and they were all so happy to see her.
After an hour they took her to a very beautiful room. Hajiya Samira gave her a dress for the welcoming event that will held in the house. Janan was just overwhelmed, the people were so loving towards her.
She was dressed beautifully with the help of Ikram and her two cousins. Janan took her phone and start video calling Munira and her mother. After some few hours hajiya Samira entered the room dressed in perfection.
"His waiting downstairs, the event will soon begin."
"Who?" Janan asked without thinking.
Hajiya Samira widened her eyes. "Your husband! Silly you."
Oh shit!
By Allah, she has already forgotten about him and...that's the reason you're here. Her subconscious said.
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Na'ima
She couldn't explained how the four days she spent at that village was. She can only described it as the worst days of her life because she did a farm work to earn her fifteen thousand, but Alhamdulillah now she's on her way to Kaduna.
After an endless twelve hours they arrived to Kaduna. Na'ima was so happy to be back. She payed her money and quickly entered a tricycle to her estate which was her first time riding it. She just couldn't wait to tell her parents what happened in Adamawa.
The ride ended and she hop off and gave him the money. She looked at the old cloth she's wearing before looking at their house that was oddly different.
Na'ima knock on the gate and there was no response. She keep on knocking and it was dead silence. There's no movement of a gate man or any soul. She then quickly go to the next house to hers and asked the gateman to borrow her a phone.
The man gazed at her up and down before giving her the phone.
Na'ima didn't waste time and dial Mama's number. It rings for a while before she picked up.
"AssalamuAlaikum." Came the voice she has been dying to hear. Na'ima lets some tears run down her cheeks before opening her lips to talk.
"Mama...Mama is Naima. Mama am so sorry!" Na'ima sobbed.
"Naima? Where are you? Tell me..I will be on my way." Naima could tell the distress in her mothers voice.
"I came to the house but there was no one."
"Okay just wait for me. I will come pick you up." Mama said and cut the call.
Naima return the phone and thanks the gate man before going to the front gate of there house. She lean on the wall and waits for her beloved mother.
The car horn jolt her from her thought and she saw her mother parking before getting out of the car and engulfing her into a warm hug. Naima let's go of the tears she's holding and hugged her mother very tightly.
Mama didn't know what has happened to Naima but from the look of it life hasn't been good to her. They hold each other for a while before pulling away.
"Am so sorry Mama...please forgive me."
"It okay. It okay. Get inside the car. We're going home." Mama said opening the car door.
"Home? What happened to this house?" Naima asked confused.
Mama looked at her for a while. Her daughter has changed so much. Her skin was darker with puffy eyes and dirty cloth. She hold her hands and gave her a small smile.
"A lot has happened Naima. Let's go home I will explain everything to you."
Naima nodded. "I have something to tell you too. Its urgent."
"What is't" her mother search her face.
Naima lips trembles. "Mama they killed Amir...they killed him."
"Wh-who did."
"Uncle Kabir and Mubarak was there." Naima said and saw the pain that pass through her mother's eyes. She has never seen her so wounded like that.
"They killed my son!! Innalillahi wa'inna ilaihi ragi'un."
Mama wailed bending down to the ground.
His just a young boy! how barbaric of them!
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Naimais back!
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