Hajara's Journey (A Love Story)

Chapter twenty six

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Hajia Adama's POV

The loud shrilling of my phone brought me out of my thoughts in as much as i tried to sleep, i just couldn't. I stood from my bed as i made my way to my balcony to receive the call. hubby was asleep and i didnt want to wake him as we had a very tough night yesterday. After i came from the hospital, our last born Huzaif was running a temperature so we had to rush him to the pediatric clinic. it was only after three am that we were able to sleep.

"Hello", i said i my hoarse voice. it was sister mami calling. but why this early? i hope the girl was doing alright. Mami sounded worried and very strange that i begun to fear. the young girl although meeting her only once had made me feel a certain kind of way. i felt my heartbeat in a different way when my blood was drawn. i felt a side of me that had died a long time ago.

"Are you even listening to me?" mami asked. oh shit!

"what did you say?"

i had never felt my heart beat run as fast as this before. i could hear it in my ears. i became limp and couldn't even bring my hand down after the call.

"God."

Throwback several years ago.

Love is a beautiful thing. love captures your heart and makes you feel vibrant in a different kind of way. I had just completed teachers training and my fiance had also gotten an opportunity to work in the united states. i smiled as i ended the call with him. "indeed this is the day that the Lord has made" as the christians will say.

As an only child, i never lacked anything. Though my parent were not rich, they made sure i was happy and never lacked. My mom and dad were immigrant from a neighbouring country. Dad settled in Ghana at an early age due to the conflict that was going on in his country at the time. After everything had cooled down, he found out that all his family had died in the war. He later met mom in Ghana. they had been neighbours back at their country and their parent were close friends. She too had lost both parent and being an only child, she was left all alone.

Dad proposed marriage and of course i mean, who wouldn't? she agreed. They settled in the northern part of Ghana, Tamale. And after several attempts ten years later, i was born. Mom had a lot of complications so her womb was taken off just after the cesarean section making me an only child.

I was the happy bubbly kind of girl bringing smiles and radiating energy wherever i was. My dad used to call me the light of the house. Academically, i was very good and was always among the top. I always made my parent happy.

After secondary school, i got admission to teachers training and there i met Mohammed Ibrahim my fiance. He was a lecturer in a top university in the country. we planned our marriage to be after my service. But now that he was about to travel, his parent and mine suggested we got married now so that once i was done with service, i could join him in the states.

Both of us didn't want a grand affair. so it was settled. a small wedding. A month later, we were married. After marriage, i stayed with him for three months before he left the country. One thing about Mohammed was that, he didn't want us to have children after we got married. He said it was going to be a distraction. He wanted us to settle fully in the US before anything else. Once i pranked him to see his reaction and oh boy, both parent heard of it and it wasn't easy at all. His temper was very bad.

That is why when i found out i was pregnant after he left, i decided to keep it to myself at least till it was safe. I told my parent and they suggested i told my in laws but i decided against it. Throughout my service, i carried my baby for ten good months and put to bed at my parents. Mohammed still didn't have an idea of the pregnancy neither did his parent who had by then travelled to visit his sister in Spain.

Unfortunately, dad fell ill and passed away soon after i put to bed. Life was hard for me. Mohammed never picked my calls. He changed to the worse and i never heard from him. For two years, i struggled to put food on the table for my mum and baby. It was never easy for me. Securing a job was a problem. I had no connection. Nobody was willing to help. I begun to blame my little adorable baby for my misfortune. Nothing my mum said changed my mind. I was hurt but i put it on an innocent soul.

And through it all i still wanted to see Mohammed. That is why when an opportunity came for teachers to go to the states, i grabbed the opportunity promising my mom never to leave them and try to also bring them over. Did i fulfill my promise? initially i did but along the line i stopped. i never saw Mohammed neither did his parent mind or listen to my plea. Seems like they had a hand in it.

After five years in the states, I met my now husband Farouk. But i never told him about my past. it was something i had buried inside of me and only Sister Mami knew of it for she, was the only one who helped through everything when i came here. and although she tried talking to me, i never listened. I was hurt.

And i acted just like mohammed.

A loud sob escaped my mouth as i fell on the floor. i was worse than Mohammed.

Hahaha now we know how everything happened.... do you think Hajia deserves forgiveness?

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