A heart is a heart whether u’re religious or not but what makes a difference is how a ‘brother’ uses his heart in the pursuance of a heart-rob. Read Ja’far’s story.
By Mubarak Olayemi Ismail (Aboo Muhsinah)
Only if my mum knew how popular I am on Facebook, she won’t be sending me to buy maggi at the next street. Anytime I am at home for holiday, my mum would want to prove herself as an authoritarian mother no matter how old I am, she would send me petty things like locust bean, onion, salt etc. But I never felt irritated by those errands because I knew it’s just for a little time, very soon I will be back to school, and I depict a good character to her during my stay.
Umm Zainab is a friend to my mum, she sells food stuffs in a small shop in the next street, and my mum sent me to buy Maggi from her.
”Akanni – oko mi – ba mi ra maggi N50 wa lodo Umm Zainab”
”oooohhh, mummy – I dey chat with my bestie nah, buh lemme quickly go”
I only understand 3 sentences in Hausa language, anytime I am at home, I rehearse those sentences with a Mallam beside umm Zainab’s shop.
-” Ta yaya ne za ka? ”
ina lafiya” he replied
– me game de iyali ”
lafiya” he replied
As I was about to say the last sentence, I noticed that Umm Zainab was not the person sitting at her shop; Umm Zainab uses Niqab but the person I was seeing was using khimar I saw that the lady’s eyes were on a Moshaf she held, who could she be? If I ask the Mallam about her, the person will hear because the Mallam can’t speak Yoruba except he shouts while I only understand those three sentences, nothing more.
But my mind told me that she must be Nabeelah, because I was told that Umm Zainab only gave birth to two females and I know Sis. Zainab very well.
I gazed at her for the first time, then I tried to lower my gaze afterwards but ‘the gaze was not lowering’ – I knew her beauty was now the controller of my gaze.
What if I see beyond her face, what could have happened? ” This must be a masterpiece of hoor el eyn of Jannah” ” This should be the end to my ultimate search for a wife material” I looked down to my trousers, I saw that I am still maintaining my nisful zaak, – ”In the presence of no beard, this should entice a good muslimah” – I said to myself I was carried away by these thoughts, I didn’t know when the hausa man left me to attend to his customers I moved directly to Umm Zainab’s shop.
”As – salaamu alaykum” I pronounced the ”shaddah on the siin” and the consonant letter ”ayn” very well, for her to know that I am not just a Muslim, but a steadfast one.
She looked at me and answered, ” wa alaykumu ssalaam” – what do you want sir? My head rang three times upon hearing the manner she replied the tasleem, she even respected me by adding ‘sir!’, she eliminated my belief that girls dressed in khimar don’t respect people.
I noticed that throughout the moment I spent there, she only looked at my face when she answered tasleem, she lowered her gaze afterwards. My mind told me; ”hey guy! Her aqeedah is stronger than yours, don’t mess up” She gave me what I wanted to buy and my mum’s mission was completed, I was about to start my personal mission when her mum appeared from nowhere.
”Ja’far, bawo ni, mummy nko?” she said.
”Alhamdullilah, ma” I said.
She faced her daughter and she started to discuss with her, from their discussion, I discovered that Nabeelah was leaving for school the next day.
”Mummy, I must get to the park before 7 a.m.” Nabeelah said.
Upon hearing what she said, my heart skipped a beat, I began to think about how to propose to her, because if I missed her at that particular moment, I might miss her forever and I couldn’t talk in the presence of her mother. I was determined to try my possible best before she leaves the next day.
“Hey, let’s stop the pillow fight” I surrendered ”
“then, come and carry me to the sitting room” – Nabeelah said playfully
I don’t want her to call me a lazy cat again and I don’t want to carry her, so I quickly raised the issue of her hair.
”dearie, but I remembered you telling me in the evening that you wanted to undo your hair” I announced ”
Oya, let’s do that now”
–Ay alal falaah—
”Nabeelah, what is it by the time, I guess someone is playing with the masjid’s microphone
— As salaatu khayru mina nawm—-
Now, I realized I was dreaming since, ”this girl won’t break my head” I said to myself.
– Alhamdullilah ladhi ahyaana ba’da ma amatana wa ilahin-nushoor
It is 7:47 a.m. now, I felt like a part of me is missing, I said to myself ”Emi ikoyi eso, Iwaju ni baba wa fi n gbota – I must not accept defeat, I must find her by all means”
I grew up with Abiola on the street, but we call him Prof. Because he’s a professional when it comes to asking ladies out; he’s got different styles and methods that any lady can never resist. No matter how strict a lady is, Prof will get her by all means But I broke ties with him when I embraced Sunnah because zina is easier with him – But I need to call him now, he’ll be happy to help
Me: Olayiwola is their surname, why can’t we search for her name on Facebook?
Prof: There will be many Olayiwola Nabeelah on Facebook, except if we can get her other name.
Me: It is like this Facebook stuff won’t work because girls of her type don’t usually use their other names on Facebook, they are like Shareefah Ideal Muslimah, Zaynab StrivingMuslimah, Dhikrah Laughing Muslimah, she maybe Nabeelah Beautiful Muslimah, please let’s find another means.
Prof: I got some good ideas, I know this will work, lend me your ears…….
”Umm, have you heard about the x2 promo the network providers are giving out to their customers?, once you dial the code, your main balance will be doubled
” Ha, children of nowadays, please before you deliver what your mum sent you, quickly help me with the code” Umm Zainab said
I quickly collected her phone and searched through the contact list, But Alas! There was nothing like Nabeelah there, only Allah knew what she used to save the number, or maybe Nabeelah didn’t own a phone. –PLAN FAILED
”Umm, the code didn’t work out for your sim” I said as I return her phone
”Maybe it is for special customers She guessed
An Idea struck my mind, I have to use the opportunity
‘‘Lest I forget ma, how was your daughter’s journey?” I inquired ”Alhamdullilah, she just called me that she arrived safely
” But Umm, I have never seen her before
”Yes, she grew up in Ile-Ife, where she completed her secondary and Hifdh education”
”So, you meant she is an haafeedhah?’
My heart skipped a beat when… To be continued.
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