This chapter is dedicated to my cutie little nephew, Sa'ad A. K. A Sultan, whom I named this book after. He turned 7 a few days ago, HBD to him...
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Here is chapter eleven, enjoy...
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Shattered, confused, sad, lost, bitter, helpless... All these were the emotions I felt at the moment. I don't know what to do with my life right now, it's crazy how things happen in one's life, funny how just yesterday I have already finished planning my future with Khairi, I never imagined these turn of events.
I turned around on my bed as I felt thousands of hefty creatures wrestling in my head, I have got a terrible headache. I hissed and got up, I started pacing around the room, my head was really messed up.
I was supposed to be excited right? I am going to be Emir very soon, but the other news, it's killing me. Batuul, Ya Allah, Batuul of all the girls in the world. I took her as a sister, nothing more, for crying out loud she and Khalil were born right before my very eyes, I loved them, I took them as the siblings I never had, they look up to me as a big brother. Batuul is... a kid.
Well Khairi is just a year older ....
My mind spoke
Well it's her I love
I tried to justify myself. I already have in my head all the thousand warnings I will give Batuul's husband in the future and threats to break his head if he ever made my sister cry, now who will I warn or threaten, myself? I continued pacing back and forth, that's what I have been doing since yesterday, my mind flickered back to the discussion we had yesterday...
"...And it is no one else but our very own Fatima Batuul" Abba had said.
I jagged my head up in horror, my eyes nearly popping out, round as saucers. A chill ran down my spine, to say I was shocked was an understatement, wait what did Abba just say? Is he implying that I should marry Batuul? Our very own Batuul as he said, Ya Salaam, I'm in for it. I wanted to speak but the words just refused to flow, my voice betrayed me, I looked down at the carpet, I was quiet for a whole minute or so before I spoke "Abba you mean I should marry Batuul? " was all I could say
"Yes of course" he chuckled "There is marriage between you two, considering the fact that cousins can get married in Islam..." he trailed off happily while I just kept quiet and stared at him
"You both grew up together so I know there has to be love between you two, I want you both to get to know each other better before your birthday because I want your coronation to be with the wedding, do you get it? " I just nodded "Oh Yaya, I pray you will be happy where you are now, your wishes are finally coming to reality" Abba had a sad smile on his face now as he thought about his brother, my father.
"Why are you quiet son, I'm sorry that I had to talk about my brother in front of you, just that I still miss him, alot. Now let's lighten our moods with your good news, tell me now I'm listening "
I was quiet, thinking, of how best to tell him. How on earth am I supposed to tell him that I had someone I was willing to spend the rest of my life with, how best should I put it to him that I can't marry his daughter, that I have found love in a maid, her maid! This is a man whom I called father all my life, since I was born, all he did was to take care of me, he always made sure I was happy, that I had everything at my beck and call, he never treated me differently from his children, if anything, he treated me better, he catered for me, sent me to the best school that he didn't send even his own son. Who will do that to a person if not for love, if not your blood, if not a father. The will my father left for me to be Emir was on the battlefield, between the two of them, if Abba wanted, he could have kept quiet about it and continued ruling, but no he didn't, he didn't let power get to his head, he was a good man, his kind are rare. I quickly shook my head "It's nothing Abba"
"Come on tell me " he urged
"I just wanted to remind you of my birthday" I lied and he laughed
"Oh Sultan, how on earth can I forget your birthday" he asked amused "Okay let me assure you that I have not forgotten, your birthday is 49days from today" he smiled and I also forced a smile
"Thank you Abba, for not forgetting, let me get going. Bye" I stood up
"Okay later my son and soon to be in-law" he teased but I was so deep in thought and confused to even reply. I came back to my room and locked my self inside, I needed no disturbance, I had to think up something, a way out, I was losing it....Ya Rabbi, give me a way out, I prayed, I was in my room all through yesterday, I even prayed alone, I sent all the guards that either brought me food or came to check on me away, with the excuse that I wasn't hungry and I'm fine.
I was brought out of my thoughts when I heard loud knocks on the door
"Yerima open up please " now that's Sameer, I reluctantly walked over to the door and opened it
"What's up with you man, I have been waiting for your feedback since like forever and you locked yourself up in the room like a new bride, I didn't even see you in the masjid since yesterday" I was just looking at him as he blabbed on, Sameer just talks to much, my headache was increasing. I finally heaved and broke the news to him, the good one first
"Abba said he will crown me Emir on my 21st birthday"
"What!!! Good news, congratulations brother, no, Lamido to be" he squealed like a girl, shaking me repeatedly.
"And that I should marry Batuul " I added, he stopped in shaking my hand, he mouth open and his facial expression exactly like mine when Abba told me
"What! Batuul, Gimbiya? The Batuul in this Palace?" he asked all at once
"Yes" I answered simply. Poor Abba, I do not in anyway blame him for choosing a wife for me, that's the way things happen in this Palace, after all he and my father only got to see their wives on their wedding day, the wives were chosen for them by their father.
"What will you do now Sultan, what's your next line of action?" he asked
"I wish I knew Sameer, I really wish... "
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Well well well, Sultan is confused, should he follow his heart and refuse to marry Batuul, or should he just obey his Abba out of gratitude?
We will see Batuul's take about the marriage in the next chapter. Until then, stay awesome..
And tomorrow is Arafat day, I hope we all fast and make lots of supplications.
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Yours truly, AmiraJulde💝