EMERGENCY COUPLES

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*EMERGENCY COUPLES*
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*BY AMA* 🌹

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*ZUBAINA*

We arrived at Naim's place ASAP, the big mansion was filled with luxurious cars, people ruming up and down, his dad was sitted with some elders at the main entrance of the house, his friends were mourning his death, each of them holding a counter saying the Istighfar for the demise, you could see how they missed a true friend and a brother.
I sobbed behind my hijab as we went through the entrance that leads to the female's side.
My MIL was resting on her sisters shoulder wearing a long hijab which covers all her body she rested tiredly probably sick of shading the inner unstoppable tears

"Assalamu alaikum"  we greeted squatting on the spread carpets
"Wa'alaikum sallam" answered a girl of my age
"ya hakurin mu" i called out softly which made Naim's mom raised her bowing head
"Zubaina"  she called out gently as her faded voice tried to sobb again
"na'am, ina wuni ya hakuri?"  i greeted again which made my voice cracked of tears
"Hakuri an gode Allah"
"Allah ya jikanshi" i said and joined the ladies of my age sitting at the extreme end of the parlour
There i spot out his close cousin as she crawled on the carpet and hugged me sadly
"Husna ya hakuri"
"hakuri an gode ma Allah Zubaina"
"Allah ya jikanshi ya gafarta mashi"
"Ameen ameen,"  they answered in unison, then rested back on the wall and continue with my zikr praying for my late Na'im.

We spent all our day there, then decided to get going after praying Magrib.

"Zubaina" umma shifted my covered hijab back trying to see my face.
I tiredly woke from the laying door, looking at the side window ever since i entered the car
"na'am" i think i haven't said a word since i entered the car

"Zubaina i don't know how uh are going to take this but i have to tell uh"  she kept quite parking at the road side
"wat is it"? I questioned worry evidence in my tone
"your daddy and i have already made the decision, so he asked me to tell uh about it before it's too late, i have a friend, my neighbor i have been telling uh about, uh do remember her don't you?" she asked just laying an excuse to breath in air
"yess i do, wat about her"

Is she dead too, ya rabbbbbb
Zubaina with dat your dirty mind just pay attention would uh

"okay.... we both leave peacefully with them and now they proposed to us not to cancel your marriage that they have taken place of it, so we talked with Naim's parents so that they wouldn't consider it as a betrayal or something like that, and they are happy about it too"

I was already moving close to the gear because i just want her to finish her speech so that i would know wat she probably means
"to cut things short Zubaina, you are marrying their son this Saturday dat is next tomorrow, please don't feel shattered, we just want you to be happy, we all need your happiness"

I thought my parents were the only living things that understands me, and now this
I was already on the verge of tears, i can't believe my life is been tiered up by my own parents, wat if the guy doesn't love me like i don't, wat if he's a drunkard, wat if wat if..... i have no words to reply already on the stage of short of words, i couldn't questioned her on there decision because i have never did.
I drew back my hijab and close my face up without a word, had it been i have the guts to open the car and run away far far away from them, for now uh wouldn't have seen me in the car i swear.
I ranked back at the window wetting my hijab with tears, i can feel how she's stairing at me throughout the drive.
she horned and the gate opened,

i closed my self in the room for the whole day claiming a hunger strike.

"Zubaina", Knock knock knock
Came from the door,
"go away..." i shouted not knowing who was it, and laid back flat on my bed, tears flowing like the Atlantic Ocean.
No matter how umma and my so called new  MIL(mother in-law) tried to cheer me up was all in vain. I was emotionally sick, my heart hurts so badly.
The thoughts of me marrying a stranger was making me go insane, i destroyed many of my pillows out of anger,  zainab Mj had called me the millionth times now but didn't picked any of her calls.
I tried so hard not to put the blames of wat's happening to me on any one but couldn't, i just felt like it's everyone's fault, why must they cheat on Na'im? Why won't they give his death and my wedding a month intervals.

Zubaina all this hounds, yelling and putting blames on innocent people would never work for you, my overwhelmed mind advice instantly, i shoved all the events to the back of my mind and head straight to the toilet.
I layed my prayer mats and Takhbeer

Prayers always brings uh close to your Lord, it's a means of communicating with Him alone, He deserves to know all your worries for He alone can heal them up and knows wat's best for uh.

Bowing in sujood i poured my hearts purely to Allah the owner of the tremendous throne, for He alone listen to my silent prayers and answered 'em all

After the conclusion of my salat i gently snoozed to my book shelf, i stood there for a good 3minutes stairing at the books then finally reached for my favorite 'Al-Quran'

I sat down on the prayer mat and recited my favorite surah "suratul Al-Kahf, suratul Muhammmad followed suit then closed the recitation with ummul Qur'an surah Al-fatiha"  with the best Qira'ah i have ever mustered

Half way with my recitation, i was relieved from the depression
i ended the surah's with a smile then kept it at its place as i headed for a bath yawning, relaxed my self and showers up, then dressed up in my pink cinderalla pajamas, texting umma's phone and zainabu, the two people i owe alot in my life

"Goodnight umma....Zubaina 🖤"
Sent ✔

"hey saw ur missed calls, sorry wasn't in the mood call uh back tomorrow insha Allah good nyt angel.... Z🖤"
Sent ✔

I tossed the phone on my side drawer setting my usual alarm, then switched off the side lamp and closed my eyes.

Allah sarki Zubaina, 😥 anya zanje yinin bikin nan kuwa 😔.

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