Highest ranking: #1 in #Hausa as of 27th June, 2018
: #1 in #Nigerian as of 8th August, 2018
One promise, one favour plus a broken heart brings two people from entirely different worlds together.
On one side is ordinary...
”Let your tears roll tonight, but tomorrow you will start the battle again. What defeats us, always, is just our own sorrow. ” Amin Maalouf
RUKKAYYA <Unexpected friendships and grills>
UNEDITED
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I had tried hard to conceal my fears in the hopes that they would go away. I buried the hideous memories underneath thousands of pleasant things but who was I kidding? It got the better of me. I had never been afraid of being alone until it happened. Even then, I tried to fight it to the point that I was convinced that my fears were gone.
When it resurfaced again, it was worse than the first time. Perhaps I should have confessed to Ya Ahmad but how could I? He had already spent quite sometime with me, surely I couldn't ask him to keep babysitting me.
Ya Ahmad made an appointment with the doctor scheduled for the next day. We left for Nigeria at the crack of dawn leaving behind the beautiful turquoise oceans, smooth white sands and the blissful memories I had made in Zanzibar.
The doctor was already waiting for us in the mansion when we landed. I quickly freshened up before going downstairs to meet him. With every step down the stairs my nervousness increased as I dreaded the outcome.
Before me, at a short distance sat the chubby middle aged man with a wide face and a thoughtful expression. His head had a few strands of grey hair scattered all about; and his beard equally had strands of grey hair. He was dressed simply in a brown kaftan.
After series of questions that seemed endless, the doctor looked through his half moon spectacles and scribbled some words in his notepad.
"Madam, you are suffering from Post traumatic stress disorder. It is a condition that arises when one witnesses or is a victim a traumatic occurrence."
He paused for a moment then turned his attention to my husband that was sitting by my left.
He might as well have said I was a fictional character in some American soap opera. Post traumatic stress disorder was something I had only heard about in movies. I had always believed that it was a 'white people thing'.
"I'm going to prescribe a drug for her although I would advice that she goes for Cognitive behavioural therapy, I know an outstanding therapist, so I'll give you a referral."
Ya Ahmad nodded thoughtfully. "Thank you Dr. Isma'il!"
"Do take care of yourself madam!" The man said as he got up from the chair. My Husband walked the man out of the main mansion.
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