Faisal got up from the prayer mat and headed towards the bed after putting the mat away. "Here's the food if you need it," he said. But she didn’t even notice when he got up from the prayer mat due to her overwhelming anger. To think that they couldn’t find anyone else to marry her off to except this boy, who was both stubborn and newly mischievous. She was lost in her thoughts and turned to scold him, but saw him lying down with his eyes closed, apparently not sleeping. He had pulled the blanket up to his neck. She walked over and yanked the blanket off him. He quickly opened his eyes, and she averted her gaze, seeing him wearing only boxers that reached his thighs. His chest, broad and well-defined, made an impression on her, and she felt a strange intimidation. She failed to muster the words to scold him.
He said, "What's the matter?"
With irritation, she replied, "I don't like your lack of modesty. Get off my bed."
Faisal looked at her with sleep-heavy eyes and said, "How many times do I have to tell you I don’t like noise?"
"Faisal, did you just call me noisy?"
With a calm voice, he said, "I am your husband..." She interrupted with a loud shout, covering her ears, exclaiming, "God forbid you become my husband; you must divorce me!"
He smiled ruefully, "May God guide you."
"Get off my bed," she demanded.
Softly, he replied, "Please, I don't sleep on the floor. You know my back can't tolerate the cold. Come lie down; I won't do anything to you."
She snapped, "Lie down with you in the same bed as what? As my brother?"
"Faisal, I swear I will destroy you. I'm not your brother."
He said, "Well, my father is too much for you. It's just me; if you want to destroy me, go ahead." Then he turned his back on her and lay down.
Aisha wanted to cry but couldn’t. She spread out the blanket and lay down. At dawn, he woke her up to go to the mosque. She was about to start a tirade, but he said it was time for prayer and went out
In the name of Allah, the Most Merciful, the Most Compassionate.
Oh Allah, as I have started this story in good health, let me finish it in good health, Amen.
This is a fictional story.
Aisha Yakubu Guree
Iyan Auwal
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Faisal didn’t return home until around 8 PM. He entered with a greeting, but she was in the bathroom and didn’t hear him come in. He sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for her to come out. He leaned against the bed.
When Aisha came out, she didn’t notice him. She was wearing only a towel wrapped around her thighs, drying her hair with a small towel. After she finished drying her hair, she also removed the large towel from her chest, standing completely naked. She applied lotion and perfume in front of the mirror. She opened the wardrobe to get some clothes but felt the light wasn’t sufficient, so she turned on the room light. The room was flooded with light, and as she turned around, their eyes met. She let out a loud scream and dashed into the closet.
Crying out of embarrassment, she exclaimed, "This boy has seen me naked. Get out of my room; I’m done staying with you in this house."
Faisal got up, feeling weak, almost stumbling as he saw her in a haze. "I’m leaving; find me in the living room," he said as he left.
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In the name of Allah, the Most Merciful, the Most Compassionate.
Oh Allah, as I have started this story in good health, let me finish it in good health, Amen.
This is a fictional story.
Aisha Yakubu Guree
Iyan Auwal
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Faisal left the house angrily and went to Mr. Biggs to get takeout. He entered the house with a greeting and found her warming up the chicken he brought the previous day. She was eating and didn’t respond to his greeting. He said, "Here’s some food. Bring me mine to the room; you broke my fast." He said this as he entered the room.
While Aisha was behind the curtain, the oil had spilled on the floor near the bed, and she didn’t notice. Faisal went to take a shower. After finishing, he wrapped a towel around his waist, holding another towel to dry his hair. He didn’t realize he stepped on the spilled oil, slipped, and fell, landing on his right hand. He screamed, "Waahiiiiii." She heard the noise but refused to check on him.
With great difficulty, he managed to get up, sweating profusely. He called out to her from the living room, "Aisha, what did you spill on the floor?" She ignored him. "Aisha, I’m talking to you. Look, I’ve broken my hand."
Hearing the word "broken," she turned and saw his hand dangling, looking broken. She was frightened as he sat on the bed, holding his hand. He said, "Give me my phone." Without hesitation, as Aisha had a compassionate side, she handed him his phone. "Who should I call?" she asked. "Call Abdul; tell him to bring Idi the barber." She said okay and called Abdul, her younger brother.
"Amaryan mu" (our bride), Abdul teased.
She cut him off, "Call Idi the barber. Faisal has broken his hand."
He exclaimed, "Subhanallah! Okay."
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