Happy Birthday, Iman!
Iman carefully removed the blindfold.
“Oh my God!” Her eyes widened at the sea of familiar faces—her siblings, classmates, cousins, little nieces, and nephews.
“Thank you so much!” she exclaimed.
“Oh my God, you look mad,” Umar said.
“Who’s talking to you?” Iman shot back.
“Sorry… don’t be mad,” he replied sheepishly.
“Hey,” someone said from behind her.
“Hi,” she responded, turning.
“You don’t remember me, huh? I’m Nuriel Kassim from Starville—your secondary school.”
“Oh… you’re the guy that bullied me?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he chuckled. “Sorry for that. Happy birthday, by the way,” he said, handing her a small gift bag.
“Thank you so much. Where are your group members?”
“Oh, Adnan, Aisha, Ibrahim, and Haania,” he said.
“Yeah, them?”
“The two boys are around, but the girls said they’re not coming. Still in touch, though.”
“Okay…”
“Ke Iman, come here!” Hally called.
“Sorry, excuse me,” she said, making her way over.
“No problem,” he replied.
“Remember aunty, baby?”
“Nope, just not,” she answered.
“Well… this is her.”
“Good evening,” Iman said politely.
“Biki iya Hausa bane?”
“Not very much,” she admitted.
“Balai kenen,” came the reply.
“Hmmm,” Iman said.
After speeches and the cutting of the cake, it was time for Iman’s favorite part: dancing.
Ayra’s Sability started playing. The energy in the room surged as everyone cheered along.
E n lę oh
Greet everybody for here oh
Padi jo shey shey pęlę oh
Mo ti so funwon tęlę oh
Belle oh
Deliver like I get belle oh…
The crowd went wild. Karaoke followed, and Iman started with Body Remix, moving effortlessly to every beat.
Man, I'm still up on the roads, could've left (bah, bah)
Still chattin' to my bros on the tech' (mm-mm)
…
Umar finally shouted into the mic, “Hmmm, it’s okay—we have children here!”
Everyone burst into laughter, the room echoing with joy and playful teasing.
After the music faded and the last hugs were shared, everyone headed home.
As Iman entered her house, she met her bed and collapsed onto it, exhaustion and happiness finally catching up with her. She drifted away into a deep, peaceful sleep.
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The Crown And Her Shadows
FantasiHe is a cold rude egoistic and narcissistic 24 year old man . Ayman Abdulhamid is the eldest son of emir zazzau .heir to the throne of zazzau .he studied architecture in the University of Cambridge Daughter of the most influential man in Niger...
