FLAWED SOULS

CHAPTER 5: FAJR PRAYERS

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They both decided it'll be best to have separate rooms for now, Muhammad had said,

"I'll wait for however long it takes for you to get comfortable with me but be warned, once you do, you won't be able to keep your hands off this hunk."

They both bursted into laughter, "hunk is a muscular man, see your thin arms, no be only hunk, you that have the face of hulk."

His eyes widened in horror and she laughed hard at his reaction, now retired back in her room, Amirah smiled at the memory as she arranged her clothes in the wardrobe, Muhammad was just something else.
When they had met, she had been blown away with how much this good looking man was staring at her and when he had walked up to her to make her laugh and collect her number, Amirah had already began crushing on everything about him.

It took her four months to get bored and irritated with him, that was the longest for her. The little things he used to do that was heart warming to her began to provoke her but he stuck with her, he was like an itch that refused to go away. When Baba had called her to ask her about the man Hajiya said wanted to marry her and who's name was Muhammad, she had been left appalled and had no choice but to go with it, he then asked to see the man.

Three days was the amount of time it took a very excited Muhammad to get an urgent leave from his workplace and to come down to Kano to see her father, it turned out his father was an old friend of Baba.
If only Muhammad knew the things she had done was capable of she was sure he wouldn't be this head over heels for her.

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Amirah was awoken by a pounding on her door and someone calling her name from the other side of it, she groggily rubbed her eyes and turned on her bedside lamp.

"Amirah!" Muhammad called again followed by another knock.

"I'm coming." She said in a voice filled with irritation, it wasn't daybreak so what was so important he had to disturb her sleep?
She opened the door to reveal Muhammad clad in a brown thawb.

"What's wrong? Why did you have to wake me up? Do you know how long it took for me to finally fall asleep?" He seemed taken aback by her questions and the annoyance in her tone.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to wake you up so we could perform the fajr prayers together." He explained.

"I'm unclean." She said and without waiting to hear anything more from him, she shut the door in his face and went back to the warmness of her bed.

The next time she opened her eyes, her bedside clock read 10am, she dragged her limbs from the bed and went out of the room, from the quiet nature of the house, she guessed that Muhammad had already gone to work. His little fajr drama this morning had irked her, maybe she should warn him about it, her sleep was highly important so he shouldn't interrupt it by waking her up for prayers, she prayed fajr whenever she woke up and if she woke up after the allocated time for praying, she doesn't bother.

Amirah headed to her favorite part of her new home, the kitchen. It was huge and to her liking.
She checked the top shelf for something to eat. She ended up preparing noodles and she decided she'll need to go the market soon.
After eating, Amirah cleaned for she hated seeing even the littlest of dirt and no speck of dirt ever escaped her sharp eyes, Khadijah usually teased her about having OCD.
Cleaning the house prove to be not much of a trouble and she was soon done leaving her extremely bored, with nothing much to do, she went into her bags and brought out her drawing sheet, she began designing buildings.