99 Days✅

Chapter 1👑

Bismillahi Al Rahma Al Raheem.

June 17th.

KANO, NIGERIA.

KHADIJAH DAIHAAH'S POV

Saturday.

The day I dread most in a week. Why? Because I have to go my haddah school, Madarasatul Tahfeez ul Qur'an. Don't get me wrong, I love the Qur'an and everything Islamic related but not that school. I've been in it for five years now and I'm in my final year, Hadda three.

I should be jumping in joy right? I should be elated that I'll soon be done-that all the efforts will be worth it. Trust me, I am happy but, I cannot wait to leave. Our teachers had become stricter on us, and it's suffocating.

The one thing that keeps me sane, regarding the issue is the remembrance that today's my last day. Tomorrow, I'll be a university student in shaa Allah. I'm done with secondary school, and the school semester starts the day after tomorrow so I have to move to hostel.

Sighing, I stood up from my comfy bed immediately missing its warmth. I just want to go back and sleep a little more-or a couple of hours more. I'm not picky, any one in my position would want the same thing.

With one last glance at my bed and a big heart, I closed my eyes and walked to the bathroom to take a long relaxing bath to wash the sleep away. Serves me right for staying up late talking to Muhsin.

Muhsin is a family friend, and in a way, boyfriend. At least, that's what my friends say. Honestly, I wouldn't put him in that position, the labels aren't that important. Perhaps they say that because sometimes, we act such away. But, it's just to goof around, nothing serious. All I am sure of is that we're close, we've always been for as long as I can remember.

In times when he needs to act like an elder brother, he's there. When he needs to act like a friend, he's there. And when he needs to act like a boyfriend, he's there. There's nothing official between us, and I prefer it that way. I'm sixteen, that's not something I should worry about.

After the shower, I stepped out of the bathroom in my robe and dressed up.

My father isn't the richest man alive. He's just an average businessman into marketing, and Masha Allah he has enough to feed his family. He has two wives, his first wife being Umma and then my mother, Ummi.

Umma isn't the nicest woman alive. Actually, the opposite. I might as well label her the cruelest woman I've ever came across.

She's that kind of over jealous wife. She never hides her attitude in front of anyone, not even in Abba's presence. She calls Ummi with all sorts of names and occasionally, use every chance she gets to gloat about how she has children while Ummi only has me. You know that mentality women have about how if you have many children, it means you own your husband and rule the household? She had that mentality engraved in her brain.

I don't see the point honestly.

Everyone can see that Abba doesn't appreciate the way Umma acts, though he never calls her out on it publicly. If I didn't know better, then I'd say that he would've divorced her long ago if not for old age and the children they have together. That's just my thought though, it might not be accurate.

Our home isn't a mansion. It's just a moderate house with two flats. One for Ummi, and one for Umma. Abba stays in both, based on the dates that is. Despite everything happening in our household, he doesn't treat Umma and Ummi any differently. He tries his best to be a good husband to both. Anyone can see that.