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AMAL

Teen Fiction

AMAL..... --------------------- A/N: This story is a work of fiction and warned you it's unedited Enjoy reading 😀

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chapter 3

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by Ameera131

by Ameera131

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"Amal" he called again ever so gently but i'm not in the mood to talk to anyone talkless of ya Anwar

I run out of uncle muhammad's house (Asmee's father, my paternal uncle) not caring about my surroundings , its very dark outside with few guys smoking and chatting away without any care of the world

I felt like someone is looking at me but i dont care

I run till i cant run anymore..

Its okay Amal you can do it, i encouraged myself

After few minutes of walking i arrived at our home...home sweet home

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Whats wrong with her? I asked myself the 110nth time now

Uhhh.... what if those bad guys did something horrible to her?

What exactly happen that makes her to run out of habibty's house, aren't they best friends ?

Whats wrong with me?

Stop thinking about her Ammar, my mind said

But why are you thinking about her since you came back home , do you perhaps have any feelings for her?

No!!!, what the hell..i dont f**king have any feelings for her whatsoever, just shut up!

"Are you alright ya Ammar" my sister (Najwa) asked bringing me back to reality

When did you came into my room? I said angryly

"I'm sorry ya Ammar but i heard you shouting and i know you are alone so i came to check on you , its midnight now yaya , are you sure you are alright?"she said Worriedly

Mtsss get out of my room , i'm alright and thank you for your concern, i said Sarcastically

She went out mumbling something like" he is having a complicated feelings"

Uhhhh... Ahhh...Ammar!!! I scold at myself for thinking about that villiage girl..

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I woke up to the sound of my alarm, i glance at my phone just to see that i'm late to school

I quickly took a warm shower, then dressed into a simple gown, i put on my hijab feeling protected under my hijab a satisfying smile find its way to my lips

I entered Mama's parlour to greet her just to meet my lovely grandmom " hajiyar daura" , *note the Sarcasm*

Mama looked uncomfortable around her as usual..

Ina kwana mama, i greeted my mom pretending like i didnt notice hajiyar Daura

And surprisingly hajiyar daura didnt say anything which i found very strange of her

After telling mama that i'm going to school i went out of the parlour meeting my Dad at the Door

Baba ina kwana, i greeted

Lafiya lau Amal, are you heading to school?

Yes Baba and i'm already late, i said hoping he will drop me

And yes he said he will drop me but my sweet grandmom is not happy with my Dad dropping her favorite granddaughter to school

"NO Ummaru , i want to talk to you about something, she can go by herself ai" she said glaring at me

And as the obedient son my father is, he flash me an apologetic smile before giving me transport money going to his sweet mother..

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If you are curious...

I'm 19years old and soon i will be 20years in shaa Allah, i'm in Ug 2 at ummaru musa yar Aduwa university (Katsina state university) studying Pharmacy

My name is Amina( Amal )Umar Dikko an indigene of Katsina state, i'm fulani by tribe , i'm the only daughter and child to my lovely parents (Umar Dikko and Zainab Tijjani)

My paternal grandmom hates my mom just because she is hausa which i found the stupid excuse to hate a person and since she hate my mom , i too hate her to the core

Asmee(Asma'u Muhammad Dikko)is my paternal cousin and also my bestest friend but she is the complete opposite of me