I was drawn to you,
Like a toddler touching fire for the first time;
Unguardedly approaching,
Enticed by the colour,
Intoxicated by the flame.
But oh how you burn,
Leaving pain and scars. ~ SOULUNRAVELED (Instagram profile)
Chapter one.
Traped.
That's what Mubarak felt right now , but to over lookers who came to pay their respects , come to pray for their loved one and to make sure he was ok , he seemed just fine to them .
But he was nothing like that , he was far behind . But they didn't care .
" you will be okay Mubarak"
" don't let what happened effect your future "
" you will get throught this before you know it "
Lies !
He wrapped his arms around himself when he felt a shiver run down his spine when he was indeed aware that it was now summer time .
Why would someone do something like that ?
How could someone do something like that ?
People kept telling him not to blame himself , but how could he not when at the time someone was hurting her he had travelled . . . To get away from her .
And now she's dead and he can't help but think if only he had stayed and spent the remainder of his days with her , but no , he let his anger get in the way of things .
People came and left but he didn't look in their direction .
They smiled and cried but he didn't look in their direction.
People said some fake and real condolence 'that reached their eyes' but it was all in vain because he felt as if he was trapped in a room full of jinns.
The NNPD ( Nigerian National Police Department ) could not contact her relatives until today in the morning , they wouldn't be here until a bit later .
Mubarak couldn't wait for their arrival so he could see people who actually cared , people who know exactly what it felt like loosing someone you care about in many ways .
He had kept his children with their neighhour because he felt they were too young , the oldest being an emotional 9 year old just like her mother .
He would only bring them back after the Jana'iza ( funeral prayer ) which would be taking place on Friday . Mubarak wanted to come to The mosque everyday to pray for her untill the day , and somehow people began going with him .
Mubarak had stayed in this position since he came until he felt his friend tapping his arm " it's Asr time Mubarak , you haven't prayed Zuhr man " Sadiq reminded him .
He knew this was his weak moment and any time Shaitan gets to mislead him , he won't pass on it , so he muttered 'AstagfurAllah' three times before he made his way over to the bathroom of the mosque and went back to pray both salats .
And when his head landed on the Dadduma ( prayer mat in hausa ) he was glad he choose the secluded part of the mosque for he began crying like a baby who had no care in what people thought . He cried like he was an injured little boy wrapped in his mother's arm . He cried like how any man should , when his wife looses her life .
