Thought it was Khayr✅

Chapter 36: Sokoto

A/n; 9000 worded chapter🙂👍🏻. Enjoy

Sherry's POV

Is this even worth it?

I wondered, staring dumbfoundedly into space in the empty room. Each room in the our school lodged four girls. However, all girls were absent except for me. Not that my schedule didn't tally with them all or that i wasn't familiar with them...

I was unfortunately on my period. Its 4pm now, which means that they'd be coming in much later to prepare their iftar meal. And since I'm the only odd one among them; the one not fasting, i didn't see a reason why I'd stick to them until they're ready to retire to the hostel for iftar.

Again....

Is all of this worth it?

The studying i mean. I didn't have an idea what i was signing for when i said i wanted to study Nursing Sciences. Someone should've told me that i was signing myself into stress. Honestly, the stress I'm going through due to this course which i chose to study is too much for me to handle.

I knew it wasn't a cup of tea. But i thought it only applied to those studying in public universities. I thought I'd have it easier since I go to a private university. Well, it was easy in our first year, but we should've known that our lecturers were only waiting for us to commence our second year for them to show us unfiltered shege. They are officially after our lives.

That's why it's been unbearably hectic these days. Lectures back to back, random, unexpected fixation of tests... They're keeping us on high alert and on our toes, making us breathe books like our dear oxygen, just so we wouldn't be taken unawares... Well, at least for a girl from the 'serious kids categories' like me.

I'm never of the 'intelligent' class of students since from highschool, but i was a nerd. I didn't talk a lot and i was mostly in my own world. I just, underwent a big metamorphosis after joining this institution. I made friends and became that 'cool but serious' kind of girl.

Serious student life is not one for me actually. I'm forcing myself to become one for the love of my life, Sulaiman. He has done everything for me, he's my world. I can only repay him by becoming an all-round-A flat student and success the title of 'overall best' at my induction which is just eight months from now. Merely imagining the way he'd proudly smile as i recieve the title is making goosebumps to spread over my body.

Okay, you know your goal, yet why are you complaining that it's too stressful? I reprimanded myself.

Of course, at one point in life you'd get fed up of everything. Including that very thing you love the most. But of course it's only temporary. Even now, I'm sure it's menstrual depression and frustration of not being able to pray that's affecting my mood. My period lasts seven days, but that's not even the frustrating part. It came today early morning and it's going to last for seven freaking days...

And guess what. Today's the twenty first of Ramadan!! It means i won't be able to participate any act of Ibadah which involves standing in front of Allah. No Taraweeh, no Tahajjud, can't even touch the Quran. Only Lazeem...

That's, that's bad.

Secondly, i haven't been able to communicate properly with my other half. Like our usual hourly calls each day, that one waned since i entered this darned second year. And it's from my side. Wallah, Sul does his best with me. Not only does he cover all of my finances, but he also understands me. Understand in the sense that he knows when to give space and when to mingle.

From eight am to four pm, I'm dealing with lectures. When i come to the hostel after four, I'd pray, rest a little bit and get myself something to eat. Then I'd set out to read after Maghrib again. By the time I'd return to the hostel it'd be so late. I would be physically and mentally exhausted to engage myself in any long call, be it with my most treasured man.