Ruqayyah Ameen has always been her family's pride, cherished for her beauty, kindness, and unwavering dedication to tradition and religion. Strong yet sensitive, outspoken yet deeply connected to her roots, she has always followed the path her famil...
A hundred and five is the number that comes to my head When I think of all the years I wanna be with you Wake up every morning with you in my bed That's precisely what I plan to do
I looked at myself in the mirror, my makeup was simple just an eyeliner, kohl, powder and a nude lipstick. The clothes were simple too it was a red and white atamfa, skirt and blouse the style was simple then i put on a white veil to cover my body.
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Al amin, his friend, his 3 uncles and his father arrived one hour ago. And now i was called by baba to come and meet them. Ameela wanted to make my face up but i refused so she just drew me a simple eyeliner and I liked it.
I was really nervous, how will i speak to them? Should i greet his father first? Or the uncles? Or should i greet them all at the same time?, should I speak to al amin or not? What if he doesn't respond? What if....
"You are standing In front of that mirror for the past 10mins, if you think you don't look good then you're wrong because you look absolutely dashing, I'm sure when al amin sees you he will go gaga" ameela teased snapping me out of my thoughts, i rolled my eyes as my heart beat increased.
Anty sadia, mama's youngest sister, walked into the room. She came today to help mama with the cooking for the guests. She lives in Abuja too with two kids. She's my favorite aunty i love her like dieee.
"Inyeh! Haduwa wannan irin kyau haka (this kind beauty), you look so beautiful masha Allah" she complimented.
"Thanks" i said shyly and she started to spray a perfume on me.
"I have already sprayed one" i complained and moved back a little, she pulled me forward and continued to spray the perfume until she was satisfied "Oya you can now go" she said and pushed me slightly towards the door.
I walked down the stairs with ameela beside me. When we reached the guests parlor she gave me a thumbs up and a wink before she quickly ran away.
My palm began to sweat and my heart was beating real fast like a marathon. My throat went dry as if i'd swallowed a handful of sand.
I closed my eyes and whispered a "bismillah" before i step one foot in the parlor. All of them looked up and that very moment i wanted to run back and never come back but I stayed.
"Salamu alaikum" i greeted and lowered my gaze.
"Wa alaikumussalam" they greeted back in unison.
I slowly walked to where i spotted baba and sat on the carpet "Ina wunin ku? Ya hanya? (Good afternoon and how was the trip?)" i inquired respectfully.
"Lafia lau (fine)" they answered again in unison.
"Our amarya is indeed beautiful, you're lucky al amin" one of the uncles spoke which made all of them laugh.
