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One promise, one favour plus a broken heart brings two people from entirely different worlds together.
On one side is ordinary...
Its your road and yours alone, others may walk it with you, but no one can work it for you. -Rumi
RUKKAYYA
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It had been a week and five days after our wedding. I looked down at my fading henna and sighed. I missed home. Was that even a thing to say? I was supposedly home and the home I had been referring to was never mine.
I should have been exhausted but strangely I wasn't. I had woken up abruptly at 3am. I stared into the darkness in my new room for a few minutes before I decided to invest in a more fruitful venture. I got up and headed to the bathroom. I performed ablution and prayed two rakah Nafila.
Immediately after our wedding, we had travelled to Saudi Arabia to perform Umrah, the lesser hajj. I had been so excited when Ya Ahmad told me and I was right to be. It had been pure bliss! Luckily, we stayed in a suite with two rooms so I had a room to myself else it would have been two awkward. We spent ten days performing the rites before we returned the previous evening.
I had stayed awake even after praying the Fajr prayer. I just couldn't bring myself to sleep. I had always had that problem. I could never sleep in a new place except when I was very tired.
The warmth of the nights darkness had started to fade away as dull daylight became visible through my window. I looked at the clock on my bedside. It was 6:15 am. I slowly got off the praying mat and headed to the Kitchen. My plan to get to the kitchen was delayed because I couldn't find the place. After two fruitless attempts of aimlessly wondering the mansion, I arrived at the kitchen.
It was very spacious, large and magnificent. There were several cabinets. I swept a finger over the kitchen island and it came back clean. It was spotless clean. I was surprised because it must have been days before our wedding that the kitchen was cleaned. Almost everything about the kitchen was immaculate white. Whoever made their kitchen white? Mayhap I should have listened to Ya Ahmad when he asked me to check out the house.
After wasting several minutes looking for food stuffs, I stumbled on a cabinet just beneath the island that had potatoes in it. I was relieved, I could work with that. I had no idea what he would want for breakfast and I couldn't exactly knock on his door. So I took a risk and set out to prepare fries, muffins, omelette muffins and a smoothie. All the things I had learned during my short course. I silently thanked Nana. She had been right after all.
Perhaps I should have waited for Ya Ahmad to give me a tour round the house, but I couldn't sleep and breakfast was not going to cook itself. The time I spent looking for everything was almost the same time it took me to finish breakfast. I had always been a super fast person cook and I couldn't be more thankful.
I prepared the smoothie last. I poured it in two mason jars and covered it inserting a straw on the hole on top of it. Fortuitously, I had passed a dinning area before getting to the kitchen. I quickly set the table. I checked the my phone for the time. It was 7:30am. I said a silent prayer hoping I wasn't too late. I had no inkling of the time he usually eats breakfast but I've always had a bad habit of assuming the worst.
