Hajara's Journey (A Love Story)

Chapter seventeen

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Four years! Four years of serious learning, tears,enjoyable and agonizing memories.
I sat in the hall dressed in a fitted white gown. It was Suad's convocation. And we were sitted with her family Hanna and Nura.

Nura had hers a week ago decided to wait for Suad's so they could go back home together. I was teary and thankful to God.

What was I going to do without God. He alone saw me through.

"Suad Baba Hassan " we all stood up upon hearing her name given her a loud round of applause. She got a first class and a very good GPA. It was so memorable and she really did deserve it. Not long after the pictures were taken and Hanna and I were dropped back at the hostel.

I was so tired and I went straight to my room. My mind drifted back to all the years I have been here. It wasn't easy at all. And we were still left with a year and two years for Hanna and I respectively. I stretched anfmd yawned as late on the bed. My grandma fell sick four more times and now it was getting worst she could hardly walk and an old relative whom I had no idea came from was the one looking after her.

Last year, Hanna's dad surprised me. He took me home to visit my grandma and I was more than grateful.

And each vacation that I spent alone, I spent it at the Jaara's household. They were always welcoming. I even got to meet his funnily funny brother on two occasions and he was really a handful.

Except for their younger sister who didn't like me for only God knows what.

Apart from that, Kamal, Kamal just disappeared into thin air. I eventually got his number but it wasn't going through so I gave up. Funnily enough, he seemed have disappeared from the school because all his classmates had no idea of his whereabouts and as much as we tried we still couldn't get to him.
But when I arrived from Ghana a year ago I met him at the airport and he really looked different way different than I could ever imagine seeing him. Dressed in a long white Muslim robe,and a cross sandals, he lips was very parched and he looked so pale,he had lost a significant amount of weight and indeed to say I was shocked to see him that way will be an understatement.

Flashback

"Ouch watch where you are going young lady. You almost broke my glasses. Do you know how much I bought it?"
I raised my head to look up and and was met with a very familiar dark orbs staring backing at me. His eyes staring directly into me. He held my arm to steady me up and on instics I flinched.

"I.. di..dnt... m... ea...n to " he stared back at me and it was very obvious he was hurt. But what could I do? The Kamal that was before me was a very different one.

"Where are you from "he asked bringing me out of my thoughts.

"I went back home. My grandma hasn't been to well. " and for a moment I saw pain wash over his face.

"Awwww may Allah grant her Shifaa "

"Ameen"

That's how we continued our conversations till we decided to exchange contacts.

End of Flashback.

And till this day we still communicated. The topic of why he run away or why he left was never discussed. I realised he hardly talked about the past and I left it that way. He didnt tell me about why he dropped our of school or why he left me in the dark. And I also didn't ask because I knew that eventually he was going to tell me.

He became some sort of counselor or should I say a listener because he always listened to me both in tears and in joy. And although it was one sided no one ever talked about it. He was the sibling I never had I was more than grateful for that. No strings attached no relationship attached only a shoulder to cry on.

A month after the convocation and everything was back to normal. hanna had almost a year to be done and was always going up and down getting projects done.

I was of today. And I spent my entire morning watching movies on Netflix. Later in the day I did some laundry and now I was revising my notes. I decide to cook dinner today. I was craving for Jollof with Chicken.

Suddenly I got a call from my grandma. We spoke two days ago and she assured me that she was getting better and I really had high hopes that things were getting better. But this particular call dampened my mood.

Her kidney was failing and the needed a donor asap. The phone fell from my hand. I couldn't scream or talk. I wanted to talk, I wanted to say something but my voice was failing me. I tried screaming but nothing came out.

For a moment,i felt I wasn't going to talk again I felt my voice was gone forever. All I could feel was the taste of my tears in my mouth but that was the least if my worries.

How? Why? She was the only one on this earth I knew. Duck everything and everyone! They want me to be patient? Fuck patient! I was a mess. What's all this.

And on instics I called him. I called Kamal. He was the only one who never lied to me with all those be patient words all all those lies everyone told me pretending they cared.

"Hajara are you OK? "

And just like that my flood gates opened. I cried! I cried like I have never done before. I cried like I was crazy and he patiently listened to me without asking me any questions.

"She needs a kidney donor asap. And they are still not getting a compatible person.

The money to is a lot. Kamal how are we going to pay. In fact the bill is in U.S. dollars .

How are we going to pay? No donor,no money. How? I pity myself Kamal I really pity myself... "
And for the first time ever Kamal interrupted me

"Does she have a passport?"
"Why? "I asked back not getting the reason for his question.
"Because we are flying her here asap.
She needs this surgery right? Your happiness is my happiness. So just live everything in my hands "

"But the money is huge. " I tried reasoning with him but he was hearing non of it and just like that he hugged up the call.

I dragged myself to the bed be calling Hanna to inform her about what happened. I spent my whole night in sujood praying to the most High. The jollof plan long forgotten.

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