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.
Authored: Aboo_Muhsinah
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