The trials of Fatima Bulama

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Black beauty.
The splendid rays of the sun

Pierced to the innermost layer of her skin

The radiant glee of her face makes the birds

shudder in delight

She is odd among the others

A suitable spree for a queen

Who though downgrades her charm

Thee who's smile presents the stars

The naked truth among men

An envy before every girl

Long live such a rare gem

A diamond among silver

An epitome of immense beauty

Who said it is easy;

Being an African girl.

It was a serene afternoon as the morning glory flower shone flamboyantly. Winter just passed but spring left an irreplaceable glow to the plants.

The magnificent scent of rose and its sight envisions every beholders sight. It was appealing to the ears and overwhelming to live in Washington DC ,that to those who know little of the inside world.

Being a single mother is no child's play. It was a thing that cease to be heard and was forbidden to be heard in the four walls of every home.

Never will anyone imagine being married at thirteen and being a single mother at sixteen. It was a non existing  dream in every magic land and a tale never told to anyone.

This is the root of the problem and teenagers have to deal with it.   only someone going through such misery can tell a bit about the stigma and pain.

"I understand what you are going through ",

they would say.  Not knowing much pain they are inflicting on the victim.

This was a normal routine for Fatima. To cuddle her baby to sleep, pray her five obligatory prayers, perform namaz and spend the rest of the day at the garden.

Today was somewhat different as her past began flowing back. To avoid going into another series of depression as advised by the doctor, she called her best friend through the intercom, zainab.

Zainab is a spinster in her early teens, just two years older than Fatima. She is a 4'3 figure, not so tall and not so short or lanky. She is the perfect definition of average. She got a slim face endowed with plumpy and slightly pink lips.

A long and averagely stout nose, with brown doe like eyes. She is creamy in complexion. The perfect example of a fulani woman. Her fashion sense can put Kim kardashian to shame.

Fatima and zainab met on a sunny summer afternoon. Both entangled with their worries coincidentally sat across each other on a bench. It was at rozard park, Arizona's famous amusement park.

From that day onwards, they exchanged digits and get in contact from time to time. As fate already had something in store for them, zainab moved into an apartment adjacent to fatima's.

  They share a sacred bond, hence making others mistake them or twins.

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Zainab was seated on a couch opposite her television, with a pack of caramel popcorn and a scoop of ice cream beside her. She was watching her favorite episode of the 'fast and furious'.