NISMAT(Completed)

Chapter Eleven

Worries are a total waste of time, they just steal away your joy and happiness.'

Nismat's POV

I had had lots of sleepless nights thinking about what my mother told me last week. I made up my mind to confront Aliyu about it. Maybe to see if he is ready about getting married, probably after their attestation that is coming up next week.
Today I wanted to visit the hospital. To see sick patients. This is something i normally do after every two to three months for over five years now. Sighting some sick persons lying on their sick-beds almost lifeless, those that cant make a move with their own bodies and those innocent poor kids that play with their toys on their sick - bed because they cant walk - increases my Iman. It makes me realize how lucky I am to be healthy.
I finished my normal daily routine and left early to the hospital. Although it was not a visiting hours, but then, I held a medical student ID card which allows me in. I visited my favorite ward, which is the pediatric ward - I love kids a lot and seeing them lying in pain always brought tears to my eyes. I brought a lot of sweets, chocolates and fruits which I shared to them.

I walked in silently, as thus, to avoid waking the sleeping kids. I moved to the right corner at the end of the ward where I was a cute little boy there. I flashed a smile and waved him a Hi!. I played with the kid for few minutes before I later knew his name. My name is Adil the kid said shyly. I told him stories and jokes and we laughed together. While his mother was away, I opened my bag to get him a sweet. He snatched the sweet in haste from me when I heard a voice from behind, 'Are you trying to kill him? Uncle!! The boy shouted excitedly as he stared at the man. How are you my dear? he asked Adil. I slightly turned, as if it was a dream when I saw it was Uwais!
You can't take sweet my boy. Uwais mentioned. And you don't you know he's diabetic? he added as he spat, looking directly into my eyes. 'Don't you have some manners? I furiously replied. The sweet are for diabetic patients and I know he is! Excuse me. I left the room after biding the little boy. I went out of the ward angrily, but then, I thought, let me not allow some random stranger to ruin my mood am already use to his rude behaviors.
Then I left to the geriatrics. I was so emotional; those old people suffering, some are even wishing death to come so that they could at least be free from the pains. I received a lot of blessings and prayers; at least I was happy I did something good today.

I reached home a little bit exhausted and of course pissed off. I really don't know what that engineer thinks of himself, he is always rude .
Yasir is already leaving tomorrow, his holidays are over -am really going to miss him. He has been a good company, he advises me, and we chat, watch movies and go for outings. I have been missing my friends lately so I called them and we chatted for long over the phone before saying goodbye.

Uwais POV
Its weekend, which means no work, but I remembered I have to visit the hospital to check my little cousin who was sick with diabetics. At such a young age, he inherited it from his parents and was diagnosed with it recently. I entered the hospital with a smiling face - I was quiet in a happy mood today - but the moment I sighted a lady giving him sweet, my mood swiftly changed, from happiness to sadness. I got angry and spat at her. Was she trying to kill him? I asked her. 'I know he is, the sweets are for diabetic patients'. Oh My God its Nismat, before i could apologize she picked her bag and left. I know I sounded rude even she said so.
I followed her and saw her entering another ward, smiling and greeting them, receiving a lot of hellos and hi, blessings and prayers from patients and their relatives - it melted my heart. How could someone have such a caring innocent heart? Yes I do give charity, but visiting the hospital just to visit the sick who are non-relatives of mine, I never taught of that.

The girl is really something else, her husband is lucky to have such a pious lady as a wife. I am already crushing on her, if I had met her before Fatima I would definitely fall for her. Fatima is also kind, that I can't deny, but she's nothing compared to Nismat - she isn't modest when it comes to dressing. Sometimes I feels like strangling those tailors of hers that are sewing all kind of straight gown, fitted gown ,pencil skirts showing off her curves, but then I remember its her fault they will only sew the sample she gave them. The most annoying part is the friends she mingles with, all the hot babes on campus while we were in the university.
Those days when I use to tutor my juniors, that was when i met Fatima. She was borrowing a course from my department so she attended tutorials we do after lectures hours. She was also brilliant; she asked a lot of questions and answered questions too. Gradually she started meeting me after the tutorials to ask questions about her assignment and other stuff, sometimes she brought me chocolates, candies and sweets. We shared contact and started chatting with her, she has this sweet words any man would fall for her - she talks like a poet, and her beauty was also something to talk about, the hazel brown sexy eyes, pink lips, long eye lashes, full eye brows, a pencil nose, her body structure was what we Nigerian men call figure 8 shape or Coca-Cola body. Everything about her was just perfect- a beauty only poetry could describe.
Before I met her, I used to like religious girls - the ones that would cover her body with hijab, talk with shyness and bashfulness. But Fatima's captivating beauty made me forgot all that, even though she confessed her love to me first, but I was totally in love with her by that time thinking maybe I could change her, since initially she was from a decent home back here but living in Abuja with her Aunt, and going to University of Gwagwalada made it seem she doesn't know anything about her religion. I was wrong because instead of reducing it, it was increasing day by day, when I talk to her about her mode of dressing we end up going a week without talking to each other until I let my ego and apologize, sometimes I feel she has fallen out of love with me ,but then its always a battle between the heart and the mind, I let my emotions over powering me despite advice's from my brother and my friend I still love her with the whole of my heart, I can never cheat on her she's my first and true love.

Nismat here is a lady any man would want to have as a wife. She's also beautiful and her complexion is that fair glowing compared to Fatima's Dark skin that I sometimes refer to her as my African queen. A true definition of African beauty.
And she's a decent lady from all indications and I have heard a lot about her and her friends from Umar and Sadiq they praised her a lot, and what I saw today made me realized she was worthy for all those praises.

Finally I updated
Ayushamuhammad and Aeeeysha-10 ,the chapter is for you.

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