Self love

7

Chapter 7
Amina and Zayd's relationship had grown steadily over the past months. They found joy in each other's company, discovering new interests and deepening their bond. One of their favorite activities was exploring the rich cultural heritage of Bauchi state together.

One sunny afternoon, Zayd suggested they visit the local museum, which featured exhibits on the history and traditions of the Shuwa Arab tribe. Amina agreed eagerly, excited to share this part of her heritage with Zayd.

As they wandered through the museum, Zayd was fascinated by the intricate artifacts and detailed histories. "I never knew so much about the Shuwa Arab culture," he admitted. "It's incredible to see how rich and diverse it is."

Amina smiled, feeling a sense of pride. "It's a big part of who I am. My mother used to tell me stories about our ancestors, and it's always been important to me."

They spent hours exploring the exhibits, discussing the significance of each artifact and sharing personal anecdotes. Zayd's genuine interest and curiosity made Amina feel appreciated and understood on a deeper level.

One exhibit particularly caught Zayd's attention: a beautifully embroidered traditional garment. "This is stunning," he said, running his fingers lightly over the fabric. "Did your mother ever wear something like this?"

Amina nodded, her eyes reflecting a mix of nostalgia and pride. "Yes, she did. She had a beautiful dress with similar embroidery that she wore on special occasions. I remember watching her sew, and she even taught me some of the techniques."

Zayd listened intently, his eyes never leaving Amina's face. "You must miss her a lot."

Amina's expression softened. "I do. She was an amazing woman, and she taught me so much about our culture and traditions. I try to honor her memory by keeping those traditions alive."

After the museum, they went to a nearby café for tea. As they sat down, Zayd turned to Amina with a thoughtful expression. "Amina, I've been thinking about something. You know how much I enjoy learning about different cultures. Would you like to teach me more about your traditions? Maybe even some of the traditional Shuwa Arab dishes?"

Amina's eyes lit up with excitement. "I'd love to! Cooking was something my mother and I used to do together. It would be wonderful to share that with you."

They planned a cooking session for the following weekend, and Amina felt a growing sense of anticipation. When the day arrived, they met at Amina's apartment. The kitchen was filled with the aromas of spices and fresh ingredients laid out on the counter.

"Where do we start?" Zayd asked, rolling up his sleeves.

Amina handed him an apron with a smile. "We'll start with the basics. Today, we'll make mandi rice and shorba soup. These are traditional dishes that my mother used to make."

As they cooked, Amina shared stories about her mother and the traditions that had been passed down through generations. Zayd listened intently, asking questions and showing a genuine appreciation for the cultural heritage.

"My mother always said that cooking was a way to connect with our ancestors," Amina explained. "She believed that the recipes carried the essence of those who came before us."

Zayd stirred the pot of shorba soup, his expression thoughtful. "I love that idea. It makes the act of cooking so much more meaningful."

When the meal was ready, they sat down to enjoy the fruits of their labor. The food was delicious, and the shared experience brought them even closer. Amina felt a deep sense of connection, not just to Zayd, but to her own heritage as well.

"This is amazing, Amina," Zayd said, savoring the flavors. "Thank you for sharing this with me. I feel like I'm getting to know you even better."

"Thank you for being so open and interested," Amina replied, her heart full of gratitude. "It means a lot to me."

After dinner, they moved to the living room with cups of mint tea. The atmosphere was cozy and intimate, the soft glow of a lantern casting warm shadows around the room. Amina felt comfortable and relaxed, enjoying the peaceful moment.

Zayd looked at Amina with a warm smile. "I've been thinking about how much we've learned about each other over the past few months. Every new thing I learn makes me appreciate you even more."

Amina blushed slightly, feeling a mix of shyness and happiness. "I feel the same way, Zayd. These experiences have brought us closer together, and I'm grateful for that."

Zayd's expression grew more serious, but still kind. "Amina, I want you to know that I'm here for you, no matter what. I respect your journey towards self-love and healing, and I'm honored to be a part of it."

Amina's heart swelled with emotion. "Thank you, Zayd. Your support means the world to me. I'm still learning to balance my past and my present, but having you by my side makes it so much easier."

Zayd reached out, hesitating slightly before placing his hand on the table between them. "We'll take it one step at a time, Amina. There's no rush. What matters is that we're building something meaningful together."

Amina felt a surge of warmth and affection. "I agree, Zayd. Our relationship is special, and I want to cherish every moment."

As they sipped their tea and talked late into the evening, Amina felt a deepening connection with Zayd. The road ahead was still uncertain, but with Zayd by her side, she felt ready to face whatever challenges came her way.

As the night drew to a close, Zayd stood to leave, his eyes lingering on Amina. "Thank you for tonight, Amina. It was wonderful."

"Thank you, Zayd," Amina replied, feeling a sense of contentment. "I'm looking forward to our next adventure together."

Zayd smiled, his eyes filled with promise. "Me too. Goodnight, Amina."

"Goodnight, Zayd."

As she watched Zayd leave, Amina felt a renewed sense of hope and purpose. The shared experiences had not only deepened their bond but also reaffirmed her own sense of identity and self-worth. The journey of self-love and discovery continued, with the promise of love and support guiding her every step of the way.