Aaliyah to the World

52 | In The Bahamas

•Hamza

We had just prayed the Fajr salat and completed saying our Azkar.

Aaliyah had gone back to sleep but I didn't so I'd be able to quench my thirst of curiosity.

After two days of arrival, I noticed Aaliyah had been scribbling down things in a journal and whenever I asked her what she was writing she'd say 'It's a secret boo, with time you'll find out.'

I wasn't particularly angered but her words made me fastidious.

After folding the prayer mat I'd used, and dropped it in the wardrobe, I tip-toed to her side of the bed where it was hidden in her bed-side drawer.

I pulled the shiny brown knob of the wooden box and picked it up noiselessly before closing it shut.

She shuffled and turned in her sleep, making me think she was on the verge of waking up.

I quickly rose up from the floor and dashed into the bathroom, pulled up the toilet sit and sat down to dive into the world of mystery my beautiful wife has refused to grant me entrance.

Behind her eyes, you'll see a river. Mysterious, a horror, it'll make you quiver.

Her actions bold, speaking louder than words. Greedy and great like a tsunami.

The world knows she's running like she's chasing a Grammy but the fire in her past will keep her burning.

She has no sister's, brother's or a loyal friend but there's a mister that's willing to die for her.

Hamza fari. Her prince charming. He taught her the true meaning of 'till death do us part'.

They never uttered such vows but they held it closely to their dainty hearts, unspoken like the several other promises they silently made to each other.

"Honey!"

She's awake! Crap.

"H-h-here! In the bathroom." I stuttered.

Thank God I locked it from the inside so I had time to hide it somewhere.

"You've been in there for a while. Are you ok?"

"I'm fine. Ciki na ne ya murɗe. I blame it on the dishes we had yesterday." I laughed nervously and groaned for effect.

"I'm sorry. Let me call the receptionists table to see if they'd have anything for you."

"Yes! Thank you." I sighed in relief.

As soon as I heard the sound of her shutting the door of our bedroom I quickly rushed out to return it back to it's former space.

I layed on the bed and pretended to be asleep before she came back.

"Fari wake up. There's breakfast waiting for you in the living room. As for the meds, they only had aspirins so I told them to still bring it."

"Thanks babe. Have you eaten?"

"No. I'm waiting for you silly!"

We brushed our teeth together since there were twin sinks in the bathroom before heading to the living room.

"Aaliyah."

"Hmm." She responded with a full mouth.

"Are you ok?" I inquired, concerned about her wellbeing.

"I'm healthy." She smiled, melancholy.

"I know that. How about your mental health?"

"What do you mean?" She munched on a piece of toast.