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...
"Allah i will pour cold water on you if you don't wake up this minute"
I tossed to my right side and buried my face in the pillow. Ameela will be the end of me!
"Watobazakitashidinba? (You still won't wake up?) its almost 11am and you know mama and baba will be leaving by 12am; and we will be escorting them to the airport" Ameela ranted.
"Halima mustapha why do you have to come this early? give me just 20mins more and i promise i'll wake up" I said still groggy from sleep. She didn't talk so i happily dragged the quilt over my body.
Suchasweetheartsheis!
But man i was WRONG!
She drew the curtains making the sun shine in my eyes. "AMEELA!" I yelled and put my hands over my eyes.
"I really really pity your husband" She murmured and sat cross legged on the bed "Go and take your bath"
I scowled as my stomach groaned angrily. There's no one to blame but me. I was up through out the night yesterday watching a stupid movie and dozed off 30mins before tahajjud prayer. Mama had to pour water on me before i woke up and i ended up getting only four raka'as, shafa'i and witr. I didn't even get to do my sahur when i came back because i was too sleepy and I woke up late for subh salat. Yeah! I was in for it!
I languidly walked to the loo and showered under the warm water. It was so sweet and relaxing but i had to reluctantly drag myself out because Ameela kept banging the door.
It was already 11:20am. So, I quickly put on a black cotton lace shirt and a blue ankle jeans then wore a black jalabiya on top.
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"Ruqayyah, please bring my bag downstairs" Mama yelled from downstairs. I looked at the huge mama's luggage in front of me and wondered how the hell i was going to carry it down the stairs. It probably weighs the same as me.
'WhatisshegoingtodowithalltheclothesinsidethebagforGod'ssake' I thought.
I tried to lift it but miserably failed. "Mama Wallahi i can't, its too heavy" I yelled, kicking the bag with my leg.
"Ouch" I uttered a yelp as one of my big toe came in contact with the zip handle.
