MINE (EDITED)

chapter 25

dedicated to my fatima yarima. love u girl💗

Layla felt her heart tighten as her father's words sank in. She had never seen him so emotional, and hearing his deep love and concern for her made her tear up even more. His warm embrace comforted her, but the weight of what was ahead was heavy on her shoulders.

"Toh Hafsatu, please always respect your husband, never disrespect him no matter what. Your paradise lies beneath his feet. Please always be that obedient little Layla I know. I know you have patience, Layla. Ki yi hakuri da duk meh mijin ki yayi maki," he continued, his voice gentle but firm. "I think I should stop here, your mother has said all yesterday. I love you so much, my daughter."

Layla clung to him, her sobs quieting as she listened to his words. The thought of leaving her family to start a new life with Muhammad filled her with both excitement and fear. She had always known her parents' expectations, and now, with her father's heartfelt advice, she felt even more determined to make them proud.

"I will, daddy. I promise," she whispered between her tears, wiping her face as she pulled back from the embrace.

Her father smiled softly and kissed the top of her head. "I know you will, my Hafsatu. You've always been strong."

As they pulled away, Layla felt a deep sense of gratitude for her family's love and wisdom. She knew this new chapter wouldn't be easy, but with their guidance, she felt ready to embrace the future.

Layla stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself in the purple lace skirt and blouse, feeling a mix of emotions. The silver alkyabba she wore added a final touch of elegance, but today, it was more than just a beautiful outfit—it was the beginning of her new life. Her mind replayed the advice her father had given her, reminding her of the responsibilities that now lay ahead.

Her heart ached as she stood in her father's room, listening attentively as he spoke his final words of nasi'ah. "Remember everything we've shared, Hafsatu," he said, his voice filled with love and wisdom. "Respect your husband, always be patient, and above all, never forget your faith."

She nodded, trying to hold back tears, knowing these moments with her family were fleeting. Her mother stood nearby, wiping her own tears as she watched her daughter prepare to leave. The room felt so quiet, yet heavy with all the emotions and unspoken words.

When it was time to leave, Mammy embraced her tightly, her sobs mingling with Layla's as they clung to each other for a final moment. The pain of separation was sharp, but Layla knew this was the path she had to walk. "seni seviyorum kızım," Mammy whispered, her voice breaking. "Go and be happy."

"I love you too, Anne'm," Layla choked out, unable to keep her composure. Her heart was torn between wanting to stay and the realization that her life was changing forever.

Aunt Hatice and Aunty Safiya, along with other aunts, were waiting outside to accompany Layla on her journey to her husband's home. They would first stop at Alhaji Yerima's residence, a tradition before taking her to the home where she would start her new life with Muhammad. Layla followed them, her heart heavy but filled with the memories of all the love and support her family had shown her.

As the car began its journey, Layla looked back one last time, seeing her family waving goodbye. The finality of the moment hit her hard, but she knew that no matter where she went, their love and prayers would always follow her.

When Layla arrived at the mansion, she couldn't help but be in awe of the grand entrance. The mansion was beautifully decorated, with every detail reflecting the love and care of Muhammad's family. She was ushered into a spacious, well-furnished living room, where Hajiya Maryam, Muhammad's mother, greeted her with warm arms and a gentle smile. She showered Layla with beautiful gifts, each one carefully chosen, while her blessings filled the room, offering peace and joy for the new bride.