Saved by my nightmare (A Nigerian Story)

CHAPTER 17

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بسم لله الرحمن الرحيم
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Hi guys

I came across this hadith some time ago and thought I should share it with you guys:

P.s: I've forgotten the narrator.

"Never judge anyone because God may forgive the person for his sins but might not forgive your arrogance".
Your lovely author,
Ameenarrh
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Edited

Lagos, Nigeria.
2012.

Mrs Jamil's statement left everyone unsure of what to feel, while the woman in question sobbed into her son's shoulder, her body wracking violently.

Maliya and her brothers had heard a lot of stories of the woman- Nazeera- during their early childhood.

They never knew who she was or even had an idea of her appearance, but the news of her death caused sadness to stir within them, birthed from the way their mother spoke about her fondly.

Zayn leaned against the door, his eyes staring into space.

The reality of his being motherless had dawned on him a long time ago, but it wasn't really because he missed his mother.

'You don't miss what you never had' he had thought to himself countless times.

The only pain he really felt was the way people looked at him differently when they heard his mother had died.

Luckily, he never really had classmates that had it out for him, save a few.

He had been well liked in school by both his schoolmates and the authorities.

Having a father who sponsored your school programmes, and not being stuck up about it really worked magic.

But in that moment, seeing someone crying for his mother with such anguish that it tore at his soul, he felt the pain of his loss grip his heart.

And even in his state, he smiled.

He never really liked telling people about how his mother's death affected him, because he knew deep down that no matter how much it seemed like they understood him and were there for him, they couldn't really understand his pain.

But seeing this woman, seeing how desperately she gripped at her daughter's bed crying heart achingly, he didn't care if his selfishness at that moment overrode his sense of humanity,

He felt understood.

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The doctor came in some minutes later, carrying out some checks on Maliya, by now Mrs Jamil had managed to gather some control of her emotions and was currently stroking Maliya's hair.

"Madam, your daughter is free to go home. But I'll need to see you on Thursday afternoon" the doctor said, his hands pulling on the door knob.

Heaving a sigh, Mrs Jamil turned to Zayn who hadn't left the spot he had been.

"Zayn" the man who had been staring at Maliya as she slept suddenly met her mother's eyes, feeling extremely nervous.

"Ma'am" Zayn started, before being interrupted by Mrs Jamil who raised a finger in the air.

"Don't call me that. No matter how distant, we're still relatives; feel free to call me aunt" She said.

Zayn wanted to object , but the broken, pleading look in his aunt's eyes halted him in his tracks.