Ameerah's POV
"Ameerah! Ameerah!! Where are you?" Mama called from the kitchen.
"Na'am Mama! I'm coming" i said as i half-run towards the kitchen.
"I've been calling you..ko kin kurmance ne?" She asked angrily.
"I'm sorry Mama" i uttered abruptly.
"Quickly wash those cabbages and carrots then slice them,za muyi baqi yau" she said pointing at the kitchen-sink.
I nodded and said "Toh" simultaneously.
My name is Ameerah Abdulqadir and i'm 17years old currently in SS3-final year student at Marhaba Science Academy. I live with my family at sharada quarters in Kano state of Nigeria. I am the first born in my family (sounds great...) My father is a Business Man nd My mother is a housewife as well as a caterer. Although she does not own a restaurant or any catering establishment, she offers catering services in weddings,naming ceremonies etc. She is often given the contracts for food,snacks and all catering related stuffs. I have two siblings; My brother Abdallah-11years and My sister- Zahra. I love my family to bits, We live a simple and amazing life. My mother is very strict on us (especially me...i guess) she tries her utmost best to give us a good moral upbringing based on the teachings of our beloved prophet-Muhammad (SAW) and Baba-My father provides us with all we need. That's my family.
I quickly finished what Mama told me to do in the kitchen and rushed to my room to wash myself and look presentable before the 'Baqi' arrive. I picked my phone which was on my dressing mirror beside the study-table and slide it open.
"Subhanallah...." I gasped
8missed calls
Habiebiey!
Ayman's POV
I silently opened the main door to the living room of our house-my home. To say i was tired was an understatement...i had a hectic day at school! I sighted Abba-My father sitting on one of the Cushions in the living-room. He was watching NTAnews24.
"Assalamu Alaik" i salaamed respectfully.
"Wa alaik salam" Abba answered smiling and continued.."Ayman ka dawo?"
"Yes Abba, barka da hutawa" i said while squatting beside him and my eyes fixed on the floor.
"Barka, ya karatu?" He asked.
"Alhamdulillah" i answered.
"Toh MashaAllah, go to your room and freshen-up, it is almost Maghrib then we will have dinner together after praying Okay!" He said in almost one breath.
"Okay Abba" i said and took the direction to my bedroom which was situated upstairs with the other bedrooms.
My name is Ayman Sulaiman and i'm 23years old. I'm studying Civil Engineering at Maitama Sule University and i'm in Level 300. My father Prof. Sulaiman is an associate professor at University of Abuja. My mother is also a civil servant, she teaches in a Government Girls Secondary School here in Kano State. I have 3 sisters ;Fa'iza and Hafsat- all married. Then my younger sister..the youngest in the family; Farhan-17years old. I am the only male child (Lucky..abi) We reside at Lamido Crescent in Nassarawa GRA. My family is the best i've known so far and i'm very glad about that.
I entered my room,dropped my bag on the bed, opened it and brought out my handouts,laptop and other school materials. I withdrew my phone from my pocket and i was like...let me give her a call!
Habibty. (Dialling)
Translations:
Na'am:Yes
Kin kurmance ne?: have you gone deaf?
Toh: yes
Za muyi baqi yau: we'll be having guests today
Baqi: guests
Ka dawo: are you back? (Masculine)
Barka da hutawa: A hausa form of greeting
Ya karatu: How is your studies?
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