AMAL: hope

CHAPTER FOURTEEN.☕☕

* If not the fear of hell after suicide, the human population would have been less than that of the chicken.*

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AMAL.

  I took the antidepressants tablets twice. The makeup artist knew I wasn't alright but what could she do. She's as helpless as I am.

I am tired. The activities of the past two weeks were draining me out. I just want to find a safe conner and lay my head and have a good sleep, away from Huzaifa and his family troubles.

Last two weeks when my kayan lefe¹ were brought, I had to ask aunty whether we were opening a clothing store. They brought ten set of boxes, I didn't mean ten boxes. There's a box for abayas, a box for ankara, a box for lace, a box for hijabs, a box for veils, a box for undies, a box for gold, a box for jewelries, a box for nighties and the list went counting. Aunty told me that the norm of the female bringing in furnitures to her husband's house was cancelled by Alhaji Zaid. I had gone a thorough skin care routine for one week, both the day and night routine. Normally whenever Aunty force me to apply my skincare routine, I do think she was over doing it untill I met this fulani girl from Borno, who was in charge of my skin. I thought I won't make it to the third day but luckily I made it through the next and more.

I hadn't seen the henna night dress but I already knew how it's. Thanks to Hajiya Hanifah's ranting. I noticed the makeup artist trying mix the artificial eyelashes on my eyes which I immediately held her hand. One because it's forbidden in my religion even though many are still wearing. Secondly I already have a natural long eyelash. And lastly that thing always irritate me. I hate seeing when ladies who weren't forced to wear it battle with their eyelids so they could see through the elongated lashes. She sprayed whatever stuffs she wants to spray on me before shifting and allowing a hair gear stylist come in.

The hair gear stylist gave me a smile and I returned it back. Smiling is sunnah.

  " Please I need a style that won't show my hair." I said. She just smiled, nodded and set to work. Twenty minutes later she shifted from my front so I could look at the mirror before me and wallahi², she did a very good job. I looked like a complete different person. From the way my naturally hairy eyebrows were caved, I definitely didn't need it to be artificially drawn. The highlighter doing it's best to bring out my natural melanin skin. The blush on my cheeks perfectly blended with my skin. I gave a smile to the mirror. I couldn't see any trace of suffering in the past on me. I knew I  looked beautiful even if the wow and Masha Allah³ from the artist behind me didn't tell.

  The door creak opened and aunty entered with Khaulah. Khaulah was adorned in an orange fitted gown that was flayed from the knees down. Her gold bangle jingle with her movement. She was wearing a hold necklace but unlike her mum, she kept her's simple. She had a light makeup on her face. Her fake lashes fluttered together as she blink her eyes. She tied her hair tie in the famous Maryam Abacha's style, leaving her attachment to fall on her back.

  " Masha Allah, amaryan mu⁴, God did a really good job in creating you. Shebi Aunty Hadiza didn't I tell you the red lace will fit her skin perfectly. Haba dai look at beauty na. This beauty will make brother have a second thought about that stupid Hamida. Cover her face before someone snatch this beauty." Khaulah didn't hold an inch as she continues to shower praises upon praises on me. I just smiled and continue to utter tabarakallahu Masha Allah⁵ within. Khaulah dismissed the artist, leaving only three of us in the room.