𝔻𝕖𝕧𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦

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It was narrated on the authority of Abu Najih al-Irbad bin Sariyah, radiyallahu 'anhu, who said:

The Messenger of Allah, sallallahu 'alayhi wasallam, delivered an admonition that made our hearts fearful and our eyes tearful. We said, "O Messenger of Allah, it is as if this were a farewell sermon, so advise us." He said, "I enjoin you to have Taqwa of Allah and that you listen and obey, even if a slave is made a ruler over you. He among you who lives long enough will see many differences. So for you is to observe my Sunnah and the Sunnah of the rightly-principled and rightly-guided successors, holding on to them with your molar teeth. Beware of newly-introduced matters, for every innovation (bid'ah) is an error."

[Abu Dawud & Al-Tirmidhi, who says it is an authentic hadith]

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"Ding dong" the bell sounded for the umpteenth time. At first he thought he was dreaming of it, till it started disturbing him.

He groaned sitting down on the bed, squinting his eyes he turned to look at the figure beside him. She looked so peaceful and cute sleeping that he didn't have the heart to wake her up so he silently went to open the door himself.

He walked across the house down the staircase to the door. He didn't bother checking the bell camera before opening the door slightly to see the person on the other side.

Hadiza stood outside with two maids flanking her, both carrying trays of food.

"What?" He asked his voice gruff from sleep a sour look plastered on his face from being rudely woken up.

"If you can't notice we brought you food. The least you could do is nicely move away so we could keep it down" she rolled her eyes while making hand gestures as she talked.

He forgot that they were even supposed to bring them food. It was a tradition that for a few days or weeks even, after marriage the groom's side are to bring food because the wife's not supposed to cook. All this traditions, he mentally rolled his eyes. Anyway it was going to save Aysha from a lot of stress of cooking, so for that he was grateful. He knew she was stressed from all this wedding events and preparations, because even though he was tired he knew she would be more tired than him because, well let's face it, the bride goes through a whole lot more mental stress than the guy.

He followed them to the kitchen where he saw them keeping all the trays on the kitchen island.

"Thanks" he said smiling at her.

"Welcome" she said faking a snobbish attitude "anyway where is my sister in-law? I came for her not for you" she said looking around.

"I'm hurt sister, anyway she's still asleep" he said as he made his way out of the kitchen, Hadiza following him out.

"That girl can sleep for Africa, ehn? Let me go wake her up" she said trying to go upstairs before Fahad stood in front of her blocking her way.

"Which part of she's asleep, did you not hear? It means you can't wake her up, let the poor girl sleep na, she's tired" he told her.

She blinked furiously looking at him blankly, her mouth agape. "Chai!" She clapped her hands together like the typical Nigerian she was "So you mean to tell me, that you, you love your wife and I should not disturb her while she sleeps ba. Ko kunya, without an ounce of shyness. Sannu mai mata, us that aren't married let's cry ba?" she said acting all so dramatic.

He looked at her trying to see if she was serious, the thing with Hadiza is you could never tell when she was being serious, at the end he chose to just let her be.

"When you're ready, escort yourself out" he said with an uninterested look. He didn't have the strength to deal with her dramatic self, especially not in the morning when he was rudely awoken. He sighed going up the stairs leaving her.

He went up to their room seeing Aysha completely covered with the duvet as the cold air was blowing from the AC that seemed to be at the lowest temperature. He was about to go back to sleep until he heard the loud growl his stomach made and then he decided to go eat. He turned to Aysha tapping her awake, she groaned swatting his hand away as she removed her head from under the covers turning to the other side. He kept tapping till her eyes started squinting alerting him of her been awake. He left her side heading to the window, he dragged away the curtain from the full wall window letting the early morning light to pour into the room.

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Aysha sat on the bed leaning her back on the headboard, the covers loomed by her waist displaying the filmsy sheer oversized T-shirt she wore. She forgot that she had removed the hijab after she finished praying subh cocooning herself in the covers before he came back from the mosque. In a panicked state she turned to see Fahad facing the window as he took in the splendid view of the humongous backyard that she hasn't yet gotten a fine look at.

"Don't turn back" she nearly shouted dragging the cover up to her neck.

"Why? What's happening?" He asked, his face scrunching in confusion while he was still backing her.

"Just wait" she said as she removed the covers scurrying to the bathroom. He turned his head to the bathroom door as he heard the loud bang of her closing the door. He shook his head as he decided to give her space to freshen up while he sets the table.

She peeped into the room to check if he was present, and she called out his name a few times when she heard no answer she came out of the bathroom dressed in a white towel. She closed the door not wanting to risk him coming back and seeing her like that.

She skipped to the walk-in closet going through the gruesome process of checking all her suitcases for what to wear.

She brought out a simple black and silver lace styled into a peplum and an eight pieces skirt, she didn't really want to dress up but she knew guests might just come trooping in and she wouldn't want them to see her in sweats, although it would be fun to see their expression

She spent almost an hour doing her makeup that was just because it was mild, she usually takes more than that. She did her eyebrow, a dramatic eyeliner and a nude lipstick not forgetting to contour and highlight, yeah, that was her being fast.

She skipped down the stairs to the dining actually relying on her sense of smell to locate it. The large rectangle oaken table had six chairs that were mint green and cream. There were two dining cabinets, the short one had a landscape mirror and the tall one had glass doors.

Fahad sat in one of the seat with hands folded on the table as he waited for her. The table was already set, covered dishes lined the table.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting" she rushed out as she sat opposite him.

"No problem, let's it" he gestured to the food. "By the way, you look beautiful" he said giving her a beautiful smile.

"Thanks" she blushed while busying herself with piling her plate with masa - a local food made from rice flour - and vegetable stew.

Writer: is it safe to come out? *slightly peeking out*
Uh-um *guiltily clears throat*

So guys I'm really sorry for going AWOL, I'll start listing them but I'm really tired rn.

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