Assalamu Alaikum. Hey guys! This is my first book on wattpad. I need your love and support on this! I can't do it without you, ya know? I hope you'll enjoy the book.
Here are some words that I'll be using in the book!
Gelin (bride)
Kız (girl)
Abla (sister)
Ağabey (elder brother)
Bacım (sister)
Canım (my dear)
Nolur/ lütfen (please)
Kuzum (my little lamb or my dear)
Aşkım (my love)
Damat (groom)
Sağol (thanks)
Teşekkürler (thank you)
Güzel (beautiful)
Thankyouu 💕💕
Layla was sitting by her room window on the couch reading a novel when She heard her name from the corridor. "Ya Layla, mammy is calling you." Norah, her younger sister said through the door.
"I'm coming." She said rolling her eyes. "Peace disrupted." She sighed, muttering the last part.
She got up from her comfy bed and grabbed a hijab from the ottoman and headed down stairs to where her mother, whom they call 'Mammy' is.
"Mammy gani." She said sitting down next to her mother on the two seater couch.
"Yanzu Ke Layla har 3 kina bacci?" She asked shaking her head with disappointment written all over her face.
She didn't know what to say because she had warned her over hundred times not to be sleeping late and waking up in the afternoon or evening even.
"Mammy allow her, we will see how she will do when she gets married." Norah said leaving the sitting room to the kitchen to drop off her empty plate.
Layla eyed her little sister, which she giggled and left. She went to the kitchen to eat breakfast, well maybe brunch. She found her pancakes with corn beef fillings. She opened the fridge and took out the carton of milk, poured it in a glass and warmed it. She went to the living room and sat on a couch opposite mammy and ate peacefully.
"Layla?" Mammy called.
"Na'am Mammy?" She answered, politely.
"You know what Norah said is true right?" She said.
"About what Mammy?" She asked, perplexed.
"About you getting married." She said, casually.
"Mammy, I'm just 19 and you're talking about me getting married. Are you tired of me already?"
"Look at this girl, I got married when I was 19 and had Muhammed when I was 20. What will eat you when you get married early?"
"Uhm mm nothing." She said, avoiding the talk
She stood up and went to the kitchen to drop her plate, She immediately went up to her room and removed the hijab and lay flat on her bed. She was buried deep in her thoughts when the sound of her phone brought her back to life. She checked the caller ID, it was Ibty, her best friend since day one.
"Hey Ibty, what's up?" She asked, as she answered the phone.
"Hafsatu, how are you?" she shouted from the other end.
"Ibty! Do you have to shout?"
They talked about a few things for almost an hour before she hung up to pray Asr. Ibty told her that she's coming to pick her up later for an ice cream date.
She entered the bathroom and took a long and hot shower with a bodyshop passion fruit shower gel. She came out and dried her bod, rubbed her Body shop British rose cream. Now the problem is what to wear. She walked to her closet and brought out a blue mom jeans and a grey t-shirt that says 'one of a kind'. She grabbed a black abaya and a black veil, applied mascara and lipgloss, sprayed her YSL Black opium and reached for her black Hermès flats and her black Aldo handbag.
She's already reached the door when she remembers her phone. She quickly grabbed it and headed downstairs.
"Viola! Just in time best friend." Ibty said with her lovely smile.
She was dressed in a black skirt, a white top and black Abaya with a matching veil. She looks perfect as always. They're all set and ready to head out.
Hafsah Ahmad Hussain, Layla to family and friends is a nineteen year old girl. She comes from a family of seven including her parents. She's in her second year going to third year Studying Civil Engineering at Manchester Metropolitan University in the United Kingdom. Her oldest brother Muhammad, is a petrochemical engineer. He mostly lives in Lagos but he moves around the globe for work. The second child, Ameena, commonly known as Meena is married, she has a daughter, Nasreen. She lives in New York with her husband, whom is a neurosurgeon. Nabeel is the third child in the family, he schools in Florida. Khadija, 'Norah' to family and friends is the last born in the house. She's still in secondary school. Their mother, Hajiya Zeynep (Zainab), is a Turkish. While their father is Fulani from katsina state.
Hey guys❤ how's my first chapter? Hope it was good? I really hope you like it! It'll mean a lot to me if you do🥰
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✨ Deedah✨
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RomanceAN ARRANGED MARRIAGE In the depths of tradition and societal expectations, a young woman named Layla finds herself caught in an arranged marriage to Muhammad, the son of her father's close friend. At just 19 years old, Layla embarks on a journey th...
