Jidderh (On Going)

chapter 3

   

  As we drove straight ahead, we honked at the impressive gate. Swiftly, the gate man opened it, granting us access to enter. Skillfully, he parked the car in the assigned parking area. After stepping out from the vehicle, I found myself rooted to the ground, mesmerized by the sight of the magnificent house. Memories of previous visits with my family came flooding back...... My thoughts were interrupted by my uncle, who asked, "Shall we proceed?" This brought me back to reality. His wife kindly offered to help carry my bag. I followed behind them as we continued forward.

Upon entering the house, we found ourselves in a spacious living room adorned with luxurious cushions....

In the sitting room, I noticed two girls sitting and watching television. One of them, whom I used to play with during previous visits with my family, had grown into a beautiful young lady. I thought to myself, "Wow, she has become quite stunning."

I overheard them saying, "Welcome home, dad and mom," as they stood up and embraced their parents. Their father greeted them with a warm smile.....

I stood there, observing their family time, wishing I could hug my own parents again. Tears started rolling down my cheeks, but I quickly wiped them away before anyone noticed....

The girl I remembered came over and gave me a comforting hug, while the other, whom I assumed was her sister, walked past me without a glance.....

" Bismillah,, have a seat, " Uncle Muktar said.

I sat down while Aunty Maryam went inside....

I was left with Uncle and the girl I remembered as Fatima, lost in my thoughts.

Then, I heard Uncle clearing his throat.
"My dear Jidderh," he said, "how are you feeling now?" he asked.

"Alhamdulillah," I replied, a small smile forming on my lips....

"Endure patience, my dear. Kiyi Hakuri is a test from our Lord," he said, wiping away his tears.

I looked at him, my eyes filled with tears.

Suddenly, his phone rang, interrupting our conversation. "I have something to attend to," he said, standing up from his seat.

"Fatima, please take her to your room so she can freshen up, have some food, and rest," he said before leaving.

"Let's go," she stood up.

I took my bag and followed behind her. She led me to a moderately sized room, which I assumed was hers.Upon entering the room, she gestured towards a door and informed me that it led to the restroom. She kindly suggested that I use the facilities before she returned with my meal.

After she departed, I rose from my seat and discreetly made my way to the designated toilet. As I turned on the shower, the water cascaded over my body, offering a comforting sensation. Thoughts of my past flooded my mind, causing tears to stream down my face. However, I persevered and completed my bathing ritual.

Once I finished cleansing myself, I proceeded to perform ablution. As I exited the restroom, I discovered her engrossed in her phone. Spraying the prayer mat with, I positioned myself to embark on my overdue prayers. Tears continued to flow as I beseeched my Lord for protection and sought solace in praying for my deceased parents.
After completing my tasks, I changed into a simple gown and applied the lotion that she had given me. Once finished, she instructed me to eat, and I consumed a small meal. Afterwards, I took my medicine.

We then began conversing, discussing various topics. "So, my dear, how have you been?" she inquired, a concerned expression on her face. "I am fine, alhamdulillah," I replied.

"I apologize for your loss. I am here for you, and please consider me as your sister," she said, her voice filled with sincerity. We embraced tightly, engrossed in a comforting hug.

We delved into a conversation about everything under the sun. She shared details about her likes and dislikes, her contentious relationship with her sister, and her experiences at school. In turn, I confided in her about my past and aspirations of becoming a nurse. This is how we spent our day, engaging in heartfelt discussions.

Unbeknownst to us, the time had slipped away, and Maghrib (evening prayer) had arrived. We offered our prayers and then went to the living room, where I found her sister watching my favorite channel, Colors.

I joined her, settling down to watch together. Suddenly, the door swung open, and our uncle returned from work. We warmly welcomed him with hugs and proceeded to have dinner. As we conversed during the meal, Aunt Maryam left with her daughter.

Uncle then handed me a nylon bag, and inside was an iPhone 11. Overwhelmed with gratitude, tears streamed down my cheeks as I hugged him and expressed my thanks. He simply smiled and told me not to mention it.

Later, he shared his plans of taking over our late father's business and mentioned his upcoming travel. Wishing us a good night, he informed us that he was exhausted. We relaxed by watching a film until it was 11p.m., and then we decided to call it a day. We retreated to our room and lay down on the bed, engaging in lighthearted conversations until sleep took over......

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