"I thought that real love was that, without fear of lost..and was I so wrong!" ~FMG.
Oh, its about to leave an echoing
reverberation😩,
That shock absorbing item I mentioned y'all getting few chaps back!! You are so going to need it for this!
Get ready to go all black and white,
Lol!
Wanda suka iya yarenda zanyi yanzu...kusan if nace Lol, toh..da dogon batu a gaba!🙃😌.
Again! Lol....
Previously on IELB
Muneenah has been indubitably seized by sediq. In all means to seek her escape, she met with a not funny car accident, the driver of the vehicle happens to recognize and mention her name, somehow. Who is he? Who is Irfan?, what is irfan's purpose in a lesson or a blessing ... who is Irfan? its inevitably time for answers.
Read on,
Confrontation,
Exposure,
Fictional reality!.
I R F A N.
"maama---".
"How could you let her leave? That was very not sensible of you--"
"Maama--"
"If she thinks running away is the best option, aren't you in your right senses to make her reason it--"
"Maama---".
"I didn't even get the chance to meet her, not even once, and what if something happens to her?--"
"Maama---".
"Couldn't you have waited for me? Before agreeing to take her to the airport?"
Irfan expressed a sigh, as he looked over to his mother who sat on her bed, continuously , without a break or cessation, kept complaining and throwing him an accusing form of dissatisfaction from her side,
Because he let muneenah go.
Irfan, definitely didnt know how to start reassuring his mother that Muneenah left because she felt that was the right thing to do and nothing wouldve stopped her from doing what she intended. He personally also was not settled by the whole idea of Muneenah running away, for unfinished businesses, his mind has not been completely settled since he dropped her off at the Airport.
He didnt want to think too much about the persistent, disturbing and anxious thoughts that laid themselves in his mind, but his mother wasn't making it any easier.
A loud and persistent knock invaded both the nagging of irfan's mum, and irfan's thought, it was so hard, the invader impacted the door with such great intensity, someone might think, the door was being bassed out of its place.
"Are you expecting someone?" She asked looking closely at her son,
"No I'm not, but be here,I'll go check who it is" irfan replied before getting up and heading to the long narrow corridor, then to the foreroom which depicted a minimalist touch, his mother, had a great taste when it came to interior design, every item dropped in her lounge was either useful or definately in place, each unique, beautiful and composed,
The knock came once more, which made him hasten his steps to the door, he didn't wait a second before turning the key and pulling it open,
There, standing by the front porch, was someone he definately was not expecting, the wave of the wind coalesced in a swift manner with the invaders lavish fragrance down to irfan's nose holes,
As irfan looked up into the eyes of the intruder who stood almost the same height as him, he could feel the unwanted tension that flowed mercilessly between them, like a pole, the magnetic focus centred around the strong gaze of displeasure, anger and discomfort.
Each, resilient in his stance and posture, each bold, in his gaze and appearance, there, something thick, much more than tension could be experienced from the pole end of Irfan to the other pole end,
Sui genesis blues, crashed hazels.
"WHERE THE HELL IS MY WIFE?!", oh, the words were over pronounced, over emphasized, smooth and lavish in their own remarkable manner. No one would assume, that few moments ago,farouk had a harsh encounter with his ukhtee..
Irfan paused his complete stance for two seconds,
"My wife?" He raised a brow, before raising his lips into a lopsided smile, his dimple, winked at Farouk Muhammad ghazaali, he stepped closer to Mr.ghazaali, in a way he could look at the corridor of the building, he glanced to his left, then to his right, In an obvious manner of searching for something, "I cant find "my wife"" he air quoted My wife, before looking straight into the eyes of the blue eyed Man that stood before him,
"Oh don't you dare play this sick game with me, I know there is nowhere muneenah would be all these days other than here--"
"Well I'm glad you used the phrase "All these days", now if you're done looking for this so called wife you're searching for, the exit is over there" irfan made an attempt to step back and pull close the door jar when within a flicker of that single second, Farouk loosed all the composure he'd had, he clenched irfan's collar,
"I'd assume you've forgotten why I hired you to be her driver in the first place--" Farouk began when Irfan cut him off with a boyish, and oh sleek chuckle,
"And I'd assume you've forgotten that the main reason you hired me to be her personal body guard is because of my definite skills in taekwando-- incase you've forgotten, farouk, I'm a black belter, take your hands off me" irfan smirked, that smile still running across his lips, he had such a peculiar smile.
"I'm asking you for the last time, WHERE IS MY WIFE?!" Farouk questioned, his voice and tone, snaking in a dangerously slow and persuasive charisma..
Before irfan could stop his sudden act, his fist clenched on natural reflex, and he knew the spot he chose when he gave Farouk a quick blow on his jaw,
"That was, for divorcing Muneenah, and this--" he held Farouk's hand that held his collar so hard and twisted it, he pushed Farouk backward,
"Is for referring to her as your wife", irfan remarked, and Farouk definately wasn't about to let that go, he raised his own clenched fist, in action to the blow Irfan gave him, but something, just something made him stop,
It could be the slight view of irfan's mum that farouk caught from behind Irfan, or, it could just be that he rethought the stance of hitting irfan back,
"I deserve it" Farouk whispered and moved a step back, his attention still on that someone, from behind Irfan,
"I deserve it" he whispered again, as he moved another step back,
"Wrong!, you deserve more than that, and find your way out of here before I give you that which you truly deserve" irfan shifted slightly in a way, the view of his mother was suddenly blocked from Farouk's view,
"And oh, she's on her way to Nigeria" somehow, Farouk's desolate state made Irfan mention that, but he quickly added,
"And don't you dare think about following her there or think about being a part of her life ever again" he spaced each word, he knew he couldn't emphasize it to the point Farouk understood it, but if it meant getting Farouk away from her, he'd definately go to any length,
"You let her go to Nigeria all by her self?, if anything happens to her--" Farouk began,
"I'd definitely hold you responsible" irfan completed,
"Neenah is MINE", Farouk moved closer to Irfan, looking deep into the branches that layed within, there was something Farouk could not decipher from those eyes, a second of familiarity sneaked through the air that hosted their intense staring game, for a second, for that one second, Farouk felt that maybe, just maybe, he knew Irfan, he staggered back as he caught a reflection of his akhee in irfan's eyes.
NO!
he watched closely as Irfan smiled, once again, that one sided noteworthy indentation at the side of his cheek glittering,
"Game on", and again, something glittered in his eyes,
mystery!!
mischief!!,
For the first time, farouk, noticed irfan's face, closely ..and oh, those dark orbs looked exactly like his akhee's. The Asian-Arab skin..
Farouk stepped back and retreated for a few steps before finding his way to the exit, somehow, one image not leaving his head, the face of the woman he saw behind Irfan, was a face, he could've never mistaken, a face that was fixed to his memory, what was she doing with Irfan?
Why did Irfan suddenly look so familiar?
His heart raced. No! It could not be,
Yusif was dead! Yusif is dead!
Meanwhile, irfan sighed and looked at the moving back of Farouk, he slowly shut the door and turned to see his mother in the lounge, her eyes almost teary and he definately knew the reasons,
"Maama--" he muttered slowly, as he walked his way towards her,
"He saw me" she whispered plainly looking at the closed door,
"Well, I think it's high time, he got a clue" irfan replied, but he also knew that wasnt the main reason for her tears,
"She will be fine, she just needs to be by her self for now, and once she reaches Nigeria, she'd call me, I told her to, we just need to give her sometime" he assured,
"It might take a while, but maama, I promise I'd do whatever it takes to get your daughter back to you" and he hugged his mum,
Aleena sighed in his hold, she hoped that would be soon,
But if only, they knew that Muneenah, was somewhere far, and alone, they wouldnt have hoped.
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SOMALIA,Mogadishu.
1983.
His last breath hisses from his lungs and the lights leave his eyes, his last insight was the oath he fulfilled to his country.
Yards away from where the bullets had tore straight into his lungs, are pairs of guards, who fail to react fully to their intrusion in time, placing precised cuts into unarmed bodies of the American troops that made the obvious mistake of disarming themselves.
Organs and blood spilling upon the crude stone floors, more in revenge to their opponents, join their fallen comrades.
Bullets tear through the air, and scar the walls of innocent buildings that stood within the state. Helicopters from the American soldiers throw nuclear explosives at the embassy of the great city of Mogadishu, a city which had over two and a half million residents,
Each team fighting for it's people, for its country and state, over the street that bedded martyrs and bodies with strong determination and obsession, another unlucky soldier takes a hit to his left forearm and another to his right thigh, he roared in pain and rage fighting through the searing punctures, holes and cuts, a dozen more bodies layed by the action of the strong and commited American who crossed his blades, cutting anyone and everyone he found that wasnt a part of his team, each strike he took like a farmer in harvest season, felling and dismembering hungrily gnawing into their soft tissues and shattering bones... another loud explosive was heard as every single atom in there suddenly was cleared out.
Both the americans who were fighting for their killed armies and men, and the somalias who were protecting their home from attack, that particular part of the war ground was cleared completely.
Oh, it was a bloody war, frail eyes that peeped at their window at every hint of a blast or every shot of a gun, yet the sadness one associates with death on the battlefield is not necessarily measured by the length of the casualties.
THE BLACK HAWK DOWN:THE SOMALI BATTLE IS HERE.
BELRIUT, 1983,MOGADISHU 1983:OMINOUS PARALLELS:SOMALIA:AMERICAN TROOPS RISKING THEIR LIVES FOR A CAUSE THAT IS NOT CLEAR.
ARE THE SOMALIANS ASLEEP AGAIN? JUST AS THEY WERE IN LEBANON?.
"The current news is very extensively bad, it was reported recently that the somalian soldiers who happen to be at hamarial were all cleared out, and about sixty thousand soldiers were reported to have lost their lives,
"The American troops are not willing to blackout and from the leading army, we conclude that it would all......."
And the television turned blank, Aleena flinched, the zone she lived in was dead quiet and as she walked with soft steps to the window panes, she slowly dragged her curtain to gently and stealthily peep at the streets,
Everyone who lived close to her was locked in their homes, afraid to step out, but more, afraid the war might reach them, taking heavy breaths, she was afraid to even breath comfortably,
She could imagine the stench of death from afar which was a sick irony, she couldn't tell who was the enemy and who was the ally, but she hoped for it all to end, because she knew, somewhere not so far from her home, lay multitude of large troops, tributaries of their bloods singing and dancing just below their bodies, making sticky tracks to a drain in the floor.
And all of a sudden, boots start to make familiar steps, slapping through the bloods, she could faintly hear the splashes, her heartbeat increased, the footsteps were faster now, moving closer with each passing second, she held her breath as the first thing her eyes caught was the long narrow Gun which glimmered against the Rays, and each of those soldiers started to wander off across the streets, and without a warning, the door to her living room burst open, there was no way she could hide, or protect her self.
She moved back a bit and waited for what destiny had for her, and that was when, her husband walked in with a bleeding leg. She heaved a sigh as she rushed towards the door, as fast as she could closed the door, she watched him get settled just by the door,
He was not an army officer nor was he a soldier, he simply went out to get drugs for his son who was severely unwell,
She lowered down to his height and held his face in her hands and allowed her eyes to blend into his, tears already streaming down her face.
"Muhammad, I thought I lost you, I---- you took so long--".
"Shhh, I'm here now, it's all good, it is okay now, I've got the medicine" he replied taking her in for a hug, that way, they got the satisfaction of been together which lasted for less than five seconds, when just above their heads, a bullet teared through the wooden door and straight right into the window that sat 10feet away from the door.
They flinched and lay flat on the floor, with Muhammad ghazaali floating through the terrazzo tiles with his injured legs but holding his wife's hand with his hand, they swam their way into their room which was just a distance away. On the bed lay their two babies who slept peacefully unaware of what was happening around them,
The smaller from among the twins breathing slowly and squirming uncomfortably, totally caught unawares, their house shook and a loud blaring and extensive blast was heard, the same time the ceilng from their living room fell completely to the floor, aleena got up first sprinting over to her babies.
Muhammad ghazaali tried to call her but she acted on her instinct as she scooped her boys , the very same time the ceiling just above the bed sprang out of its wood, spikes of wood falling right unto the bed.
Aleena helped her husband up and handed him one of the babies, but as they tried to make their way out, it seemed destiny had prior plans, as the house which used to be a home for the newly wedded couple started to get divided into slits, the roof above them both landed with a loud thud making the impact land both the husband and wife at either sides of the house.
Aleenah screamed at the top of her voice, shouting the name of her husband who had just missed the hit of the roof material that fell,
"Calm down, aleenah--" the sounds of the wails of their babies caught him off, outside, they could hear the screams, and shouts of the people, some running for their dear lives, and others wailing at the lost of their dear ones perhaps.
They both knew if they were to stay in that house, it would collapse leaving them to the remains of their shattered bones and limbs,
"Aleena, listen to me, use the window to the room and go out, I'll use the door, outside there are some of our soldiers that are taking civilians to a camp, we will get to them, just go---" her husband muttered as fast as he could, but her eyes fell on their baby that he held, and then to him.
"I love you" she whispered,
"I love you more", he replied and putting aside all the hindrances on their paths to an escape, they both finally made it out.
Just not together, just not with each other, Mr. Ghazaaali looked across the hazy environment that was smoky, he held his child close to his chest and tried to look amidst the crowds and people for his wife and son,
But the last thing he saw, and the last thing his ears caught before falling with a loud thud to the ground holding his child, close to him, was the fire and blast that missed him by just an inch, he was reduced almost to nothingness,
But one thing, just one sound woke him up, and that was the wail of his yusif .
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"There is no way anyone would've survived that blast, there is no hope!! Quit looking for her and struggle for your survival!!" The chief custodian of the internally displaced person camp, whom he had faced alot of difficulty seeking to meet roared at his face before turning his attention back to another victim of the civil war,who got the same harsh and cruel treatment just as Muhammad Ghazaali did.
"Just check your notes once, maybe she has being brought in here, she was with a baby--- just like this--" he ushered a crying yusif towards the bald aggressive looking chief that sat,
"She was with a baby, he, they both are alive, just check it once--"
"Take this crying animal away from here!!! , we have other important things to handle, cant you see? Look around you, there are thousands of casualties in here, some are striving to survive, the kids here are hungry and about to starve to death, you do not expect me to leave every single critical case to search of your wife!!!" The man shouted at his face before getting back to another work of his, and as the eyes of Muhammad moved around the campus where thousands of injured civilians were,
below a perfect evening sky that hinted a supernatural splurt of splendid and diverse colors.. from the setting sun, was a warm orange natural hue, casted in slanted rays, beside it, in stripped lines were pink and purple, composing a rear image of a natural perfect line,
Against a beautiful shade of blue was a pale crescent moon that shone against the premature evening sky, like a silvery pincer.
If only, below this perfect looking creation was an image worthy of a look, then..it would be a literal paradise on earth. Nay! Trails of red! Blood, mixed with the golden silvery sand, giving off a blackish, dark mixture,
Somewhere, still on this vast land beneath a perfect heaven tect above, was a leg peeking out of the stranded body covered by the desert, again, somewhere, right there, was what seemed to be a mixture of organs..human organs blended with the silvery grains of sand, and garnished with clots of blood,
Oh!
What a tantalising looking meal!
Could that be his wife and son? No! He shook his head and allowed his gaze to roam around the vast territory he was at, as if, he hadn't seen enough, laying few yards away from where he stood, was a man, battling for his life, thankfully, surrounded by who seemed to be his family members, laying numb in the sands with eyes giving off some distant look, it seemed like the pain gnawed in on him, in ways irrevocably painful and staggeringly laborious, an invincible fire seemed to burn his entire being and he flinched and squirmed,and twisted in discomfort, and wriggled holding unto his shirt that was stained with a vital liquid that purged out more and more and more. Oh! He wriggled and wriggled, and wriggled, but with ragged breaths and shallow gasps, he spilled the water a woman by his side tried to feed him, and as seconds passed, he lay there, with a last look at the people around him, his fragile human heart,beat one last time, and that was how he left all the pain behind to his family members and friends to inherit,
The despair and the suffering the world came along with, the pain, the anguish! He was gone!, and the woman by his side screamed so hard, it rang Muhammed ghazaali back to the reality he was in,
He clutched his son closer to his chest, afraid the world around him would seize him too, this was a responsibility he needed to take care of by all means possible, how could he do that despite being frail himself? With his wife probably dead or battling for her life, how could he live in a world without the family he loved? How could he survive in a world where there was next to no reason to survive? How could he?
His eyes, again caught something that would hunt him in his entire life, it was a young boy who sat alone, with tattered cloths, tired and droopy eyes, dirty appearance..oh that wasn't it, in front of this young boy lay a humans hand and this little boy took it up to his mouth, he bit on it, but realized it was too hard, and so he tried again, and again, and again, till he finally teared it and then he chewed it and chewed it and chewed it, when he realized he couldn't, he spit it out and got up ...undoubtedly in search of food. Muhammad shut his eyes,and a single tear dropped, his eyes remained that way for a while, till..
His son's loud wails rang him again, back to reality, and he cradled him closer and rocked him slowly, but the wails only increased..
Yusif was given birth to, with sickle cell anemia, a mistake both his parent had to be guilty of their entire lives, the little baby squirmed. Was it in hunger? Pain? No! The baby could not communicate. Muhammad decided to walk in search of just something to feed his child,
As he did though, he stepped on disturbing and unrecognisable tissues,
"Ii caawiya, fadlan ii caawin- help me, please help me" an old frail man held unto his leg and he looked so deprived, that Muhammad had to look away and drag his feet till he could no longer feel the man's hands on them,
From a distance, he could see a military man with a town crier shouting out missing family members and Muhammad tried to strain his ears harder, to hear anything, just anything..but all he heard was the echoes of distressing words from the people around,
"Badbhaadi--" save him
"Badbhaadii--"save him
"Badbaadi noloshiisa--" save his life
"Wa an dhintay--"i am dead
"Wuu dhiig baxaaya--"he is bleeding
"Fadhlan iicaawin" please help me,
Alot more other phrases rang, endlessly, everywhere around him, his son cried too, and he did not know what to do,
In a camp like that, he knew, only few people had authority, amongst which are the well known CORSAIRS OF SOMALIA... known for their strong willed, determined, fierce and intimidating ability.
There were different classes of corsairs in somalia, corsairs meant to protect civilians, corsairs meant to serve the purpose of sharing out stolen services, corsairs meant to make out rules for the people.
In place of the government, they took it upon their selves to render private services, in remorseful ways and no one had a say to what they did..afterall, without them, citizens could not survive, not without their stolen properties.
He watched as a group of corsair known for 'protecting civillians' passed by with a clear air of power, each dressed in fur capes, and foreign boots, every civilian,not that they were not civilians themselves, brushed out of their way as they dragged few American troops that were unfortunate enough to be held captive in the war,
Muhammad turned his gaze away from them, as he knew what was coming next, those foreign troops were about to be treated brutally, in unjustifiable ways,
"sidee ku dhiirran tahay- how dare you!!" One of the members of that particular corsair shouted and a whip of cain followed,
" shisheeyaha nacasyada ah- foolish foreigners"
"waad na dishaa-you kill us!!"
Whips and slashes of cain, and agonizing cries of the captured troops roamed around, and Muhammad ghazaali fell on his knees, looking away, and trying to mute out everything, but since he couldn't,
He shouted! Loud, and hard, he cried and his body shook, if his wails were to be deciphered into a language, it would transmit an information, so brutal, harsh and severe, one that could slice a number of people waging a war... oh! It was that powerful and intense, he cried and cried and cried, Yusif wailed and wailed till, his eyes closed softly and drifted into a soft slumber, in order to not wake him up, muhammad lowered his emotions into a calm gesture of flowing tears and vibrating body.
He was pathetic!!
It was starting to get dark, and sounds were beginning to be the only mode of identifying people, and suddenly, he was caught firmly by his shoulder, by someone he didn't know who, he looked up to see one of the most powerful chiefs among the groups of Corsairs, pointing directly at him, and with no attempt of an escape, he was dragged against the soft sands towards the tent of this powerful looking man, and all he could do was clutch unto his son tightly,
Once at the tent, he was thrown mercilessly at the feet and mercy of the gang leader who roared in laughter and picked him up from his collar, his cold eyes looking directly at yusif,
Muhammad did not know why, it had to be him, who was unlucky amongst several others, but he knelt before this chief,
"Look at me!" The chief spoke, his voice electrifyingly frightening.
"your baby eat?" He questioned, and muhammad shook his head almost too quickly, the chief flickered a finger and two young beautiful ladies wearing silk walked out of the tent with a tray of meal, muhammad would've only thought of having in paradise,
"Eat" he was commanded, and he tried to chew out the bread for yusif and feed it to him, which thankfully, Yusif took in each morsel. Savouring each and every item on the tray and not leaving out any, he looked around him to realize the yard has quieted down and people were turning in to sleep,
Those who had the privilege or connection to be in a tent were in it, while others, tried to gain comfort from the sand, and as the night grew old, muhammad shivered,for he knew sleep was the last thing on his mind,
"For this child of yours,waan ku caawin doonaa; i will help you" the chief inched closer from his seat, his Cape now drawn above his head, he looked squarely at Muhammad and his baby,
"I-- mahadsanid--- mahadsanid---mahadsanid---mahadsanid; thank you, thank you thank you" Muhammad kept repeating, that was one of the rear words he had managed to learn from somali as a language, from his wife, and that reminded him of the painful reality he lived in, a reality, that seemed like fiction..
"I have a wife and a son, just like this--" he ushered little yusif towards the man who shook his head, he was one of the few chiefs who had little knowledge on english.
"markaad fiiriso mudnaantaada-when you look at your priorities" the chief began and Muhammad could understand the main idea of the speach,
"waad garatay- you realize"
"waxay la socotaa waqti- it moves along with time"
"iyo mudnaanta aad soo qabatay- and the priorities you've had--" the chief paused when he realized the expression on the face of the man before him, he struggled to find English words to continue his speech,
" priorities you had,are not what you focus on now, Past and present, kala duwan- different!" He completed and Muhammad knew he was right, there was no way, he could find his wife and child in that junk of a crowd, and he had to seize the opportunity to flee,
" waxaan u dhoofeynaa Nigeria- we sail to Nigeria, berri; tomorrow" the chief dismissed and muhammad could not stop himself from asking,
"Berri?; tomorrow?" He asked, and the man before him nodded before retiring back into his tent for the night, Muhammad was definitely not sure of what to do,
Leaving his wife's homeland, which meant leaving his search for his wife and child..seemed to be an escape route for him, because there was no guarantee that the war was over. On another hand, staying back in search for them, did not mean he would anyway find them, and he knew that...
Sometimes, we make decisions, decisions we are not so sure about, decisions that, even, we do not know why we had to make,
Sometimes, the battle in our innermost minds start to get too intense, that between the worlds of acceptance and rejection, we remain so unsure, that we take a step ...
A precarious one,
an uncertain one,
When, the truth is, we do not know when, how or even why we had to move along with that decision, but we did anyway, because it seemed right,
Simply because to the world around, that was the best step to take, and simply because, together with what every entity around this world thinks as right..we know it, deep inside, that..maybe, just maybe..we hold ourselves back.
If that makes any sense..
He decided that, he left Mogadishu, somalia, for good, he decided to let go of Aleena and oh, his little boy, yusif's twin brother.
Irfan.
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Wanna learn a cute fact about me? Lol, I am (well was) a student of martial arts, taekwando to be precised.. I own a few belts😁🧘♀️ (in one of my random author's notes, I might post a really funny and crazy story about this whole taekwando of mine😂, lol) that aside...
First things first! No one has a right to ask me who Irfan is no more😩💔!
And oh! I definately did not see this chapter coming🤦♀️ irfan was muneenah's personal body guard all this while?
He is Aleena's son?,
Muneenah is Aleena's daughter?
Yusif had a twin brother, irfan?
Mr.Ghazaali loved his first wife this much?!!😩😩First time trying my luck at action!😩💔 how was it?
This is one of those times my tea comes in handy!! I'm settling for ginger+cinnamon tea today.. with a little squeeze of lemon😪calms the soul, so I heard!!
What part came as the most shocker to you? What part did you genuinely gasp at? For me! It would be the part, farouk mentioned Irfan being muneenah's body guard! Oh! I was shocked!
Exclusive question:
Which of the characters of A lesson or A blessing do you personally feel a certain connection to, and they don't seem like fiction to you?
Personally, as the writer of a lesson or a blessing, I'd say..all the characters, every single character I write about connects somehow with me..(and the truth is, most times..I wait and wait till I relate or feel what a character is meant to feel,in my reality that is.. before writing about them).. so yeah! Whenever I write about whichever character, at the moment I am writing about them, I connect with them, and they do not seem like fiction to me... most especially, ukhtee mariya, amyrah, Mr.Ghazaali, arshlee... the only character I do not relate to so far is sediq(which I'm hoping in the future I will😊).
Thanks for having me😁🥀.
Where is Muneenah by the way?
Lol, there's just something so peculiar about suspense! Makes you want to know more and more and more🙂, for this well...I do not recommend you bug me for more! Cause we'all are not ready to find out more!
Not just yet!😂💔
Jazaakumullah khair,
Khadijah🌹
Oh! I love my name!