Nurul Qalbi

chapter twenty - five

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It was a relief coming back home to people you love..it was such a nice sensation seeing everyone one gushing about the latest addition of the family before they even set their eyes on them..i really felt good to be back home but i would miss the bubbly atmosphere of anty Asma'u home, i had really started getting attached to everyone but since the main purpose of my visit was accomplished she decided to let me go...

Setting foot into the maina's house..i felt the serene and loving atmosphere, i was evolved i bone crushing hugs and kisses were raining on me..i was finally let go and the attention shifted to sultan and sultana..they were on a baby carrier held by yaya muhammad..

After what felt like enternity yaya muhammad declared he was leaving not after he was forced to eat by mummy..

"Yaya na..when would you be coming back to see us"..i smiled walking him to the door..

"You know i cant miss her too much..i would be here at two weeks time maximum.. Sultana needs me you know"..he winked

I laughed hard.."so it just because of sultana ko..what of me and my poor baby sultan"..

"You wish...that cry baby..na'ah, make sure he does not disturb my queen..else i will.."

"You will what..say it out if you are not scared of his super mom"..

"I will feed him to my tarantulas"..he smirked and ran off..

I was hot on his heels..we finally got to the car and we stopped

"Nobody is feeding my baby to any disgusting animal'..i spoke wheezing and panting..

"Hanan..just this race of ten meters you are wheezing and panting like someone who cycled around the world"..

"Try carrying two loads for nine month non stop and see if you can survive it"..

We spoke for what felt like forever and i finally bid him good bye..i took long strides into the house knowing sultan could be on top of his lungs any time..

"Where did you go to ukhtee..this boy can cry for Africa"..walida spoke..

I playfully knocked her on her head and collected him.. I began feeding him..

"I saw you with Muhammad outside.." Mummy raised one of her brows up..

"Yes he was making fun of me"..i nonchalantly said

"Its good to see you back to your old self"..mummy kissed the top of my head and started shouting on hanif probably not to break my daughter neck..

By mid noon the twins were sleeping so o decided to catch up on my old days..i quickly texted salmah telling her i was back home.. She replied back immediately with emoji promising to come see me later..

Minutes later i heard my bedroom door opening and the first thing i saw was a big round tummy pushing itself through my room..then salmah puffed up body..i widened my eyes and stared at her for long.. She waddled through the room like a pregnant penguin and plopped down on the bed fanning herself..

I burst out laughing taking precautions not to wake my babies up..salmah stared at me like i was sprouting another head..

"Girl..why do you look like you swallowed an elephant...what are you feeding yourself..it looks looks like you eat a whole mountain everyday even i that was pregnant with twins did not blow up like you..is this how you torture najib with this sight everyday"..i said still killing myself with laughter..

I did not notice salmah was crying until i heard her sobs..

I looked up realizing what i just said coupled with her crazy hormones..

"Am so sorry salmah..it just a joke..i never meant it..you know how i can be stupid sometimes..you are just as beautiful as you can ever be..you look more curvy and glowing..if it help really..i did look like a raccoon when i was pregnant"..i crossed my finger hoping she would calm down not wanting najib to blow my brains out with a gun for upsetting his wife..

"Really" she croaked out

"Yes..really..cross my heart..pinky swear..let's rub spit on each other"..

That got her as she broke into fits of laughter.. I sighed..whew..what women go through..and also kudos to men for also putting up with them..

"Awwn..sultana looks just like zahradeen..she has his face and your complexion..no wonder everyone was gushing about her..that one looks just like you..always throwing tantrums",.

"You leave my poor baby alone his momma likes him that way"..

We caught up on old times and laughed out hearts out.. Suddenly salmah screamed

"O my God i forgot Najib was downstairs.. He wanted to see the babies too"..

"You did what salmah..i am so ashamed to call you my friend right now.. You literally forgot your poor baby downstairs"..i picked up my veil and the twins not wanting to burden salmah aside from the one she was carrying..

We exchanged pleasantries with him and talked for a while..we had to stop because salmah could not stop whining because she said she needed kunun tsamiya and masa....

We bade farewell.. I wondered why i did not get stringed up on my hormones and cravings while i was pregnant..hmm..maybe it was because i never gave attention to my body..

I was so grateful my babies do not wake and cry in the night.. They wake up at precisely five and dont sleep until almost noon..i slept like a baby knowing even if they did, a thousand legs would come running..

The following day the whole of my inlaws came..fauziyya did not allow anyone touch the babies..they brought the thing normally brought by the groom family when his wife gave birth..they went all out..i could not even decipher what some really were.. After some chit chat..mama took me and excused me from the gathering..

After navigating and going into my room she hugged me tightly and sobbed..i patted her back and wiped her tears then i brought her to sit on the couch..

"Thank you very much hanan..words cannot express how grateful i am to you for giving me these gifts..you brought back my son to me..am forever indebted to you",.

"Mamah..we both know how i loved zahradeen..you should not thank me..am your daughter and will do anything in my capacity to take care of you and your family"..

She sighed.. After a long stretched silence she finally spoke .

"My dear..i know your husband just died and you might think this is too early but its not..there is no string holding you to us except that you are the mother of my grandchildren..do not stop your self from getting happy and doing what you wish..you came out of iddah the day you put to bed..my dear take it from me and my entire family.. We would not hold grudges.. We want you to get re married and live a happy life"...

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Kunun tsamiya- tamarind gruel

Masa- rice cakes

Iddah- waiting period

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