The Challenges Facing Muslim Females in the Medical Profession

Whether it’s through legal avenues, organizational efforts, or personal steadfastness, we can make a difference. Together, we can ensure that future generations of Muslim women in the medical profession can pursue their dreams with dignity, confidence, and respect.

The Challenges Facing Muslim Females in the Medical Profession

The need for more Muslim females in the medical field, particularly in nursing, is urgent. However, several challenges are discouraging Muslim women from pursuing their careers, especially in the nursing profession.

A Personal Account of Discrimination in Medical Colleges

A sister reached out to me recently, sharing her distressing experience about how Muslim student nurses are treated in some medical colleges in Nigeria. Below is her story:

“I am a nurse who recently completed a one-year specialty program in Perioperative Nursing at UCH last month. During the program, we were told that only knee-length gowns were allowed. As hijabis, we asked the management if we could wear trousers, but our request was denied. Three of us decided to wear pop socks under our gowns, despite the difficulties it caused. We managed to finish the program, but it wasn’t easy.

When new students began their intake, the management introduced a new rule banning pop socks and trousers. They also told us that no student would be allowed to attend Jummat, and lectures were scheduled during that time to prevent it.

The Nursing and Midwifery Council of Nigeria’s regulations allow students to wear either gowns or trousers. But some schools, like this one, impose stricter rules. MSSN UCH has not been active in addressing these concerns, and those in leadership positions seem indifferent to the challenges we face.

I am concerned about how Muslim students, particularly those who wear hijab, are treated. Some Muslim nurses who wanted to apply to this program were discouraged when they learned that trousers were not allowed. This restriction is keeping Muslim women from pursuing their dreams.”

The Struggle to Uphold Dignity in the Nursing Profession

The story shared above highlights a troubling situation faced by Muslim nurses in some Nigerian medical institutions. The challenge is compounded by the fact that there are only a few perioperative nursing schools in the Southwest, making it even harder to get admission.

The situation has resulted in Muslim sisters having to make painful compromises to pursue their education. Some have even been forced to abandon their dreams of becoming nurses due to these restrictions. The rules not only hinder their academic growth but also violate their basic rights to practice their faith.

The Need for Change and Awareness

One of the most concerning aspects of this story is the fact that the Nursing and Midwifery Council of Nigeria permits the wearing of trousers or gowns. However, some schools are still enforcing discriminatory policies that limit students’ ability to wear what is necessary to maintain their dignity.

Many Muslim students have tried to conform to these rules by wearing pop socks, but this accommodation was also rejected. It seems there is no one in positions of power who is willing to stand up for the rights of these students.

Conclusion: A Cry for Help and Solidarity

This story is not just a personal account, but a call for action. It serves as a reminder that more must be done to create an inclusive environment in medical colleges for Muslim women.

If the restrictions continue, Muslim nurses will be unable to reach their full potential, and the nursing profession will continue to be a field where they face unnecessary barriers. This situation calls for awareness, support, and change to ensure that Muslim females in the medical field can practice their profession without discrimination.

Let this be a message of awareness and a plea for help. Muslims must come together and advocate for their rights to achieve equality in education and professional fields.

The Struggles of Muslim Females in the Medical Profession: A Call for Change

It is heartbreaking to read stories like this, and it’s especially painful when such challenges are happening in our own country, which is so populous. The emotions conveyed in the sister’s story resonate deeply with me, and I can relate to her experience, especially having faced similar discrimination in my own career.

Personal Experiences of Discrimination and Support in the UK

I have worked in the UK for about four years, and during this time, I have been the only Muslim female in every team I joined. Whenever I start a new role, colleagues ask about my religion and if there’s anything they can do to support me. They ensure I have time for prayer, adjust meetings around my prayer times, and even remind me when I forget.

They also ask if Ramadan is difficult and if I would like my work schedule adjusted to allow me rest during the day. These accommodations make me feel respected, and it is a stark contrast to what many of us face in environments where Muslims are in the minority. If such respect can be found in a non-Muslim majority country, why are we struggling so much in our own land?

The Importance of Defending Our Rights

It’s crucial that we begin to defend ourselves and our rights. Whenever I have the opportunity to speak up for my religion and for women, I do so wholeheartedly. I was recently part of a policy review for health workers, where I advocated for Muslim nurses to be allowed to dress in a way that doesn’t compromise their religious values, as long as it doesn’t pose a risk to patient safety. A happy and respected staff is essential for a productive work environment.

The Role of the MSSN in Addressing Muslim Nurses’ Concerns

It is disappointing to see the lack of action from the Muslim Students Society of Nigeria (MSSN) on such critical issues. If students at medical schools could unite and address these concerns, we could make a significant impact. Writing articles, reaching out to Muslim lawyers, and creating awareness are essential steps in escalating these issues.

The Need for Steadfastness and Support

In some parts of Nigeria, Muslim women face intense pressure, but we must remain steadfast. I know of a sister who was not allowed to wear Niqab by a lecturer. Despite the insults and pressure, she stood firm and eventually, the lecturer stopped complaining. Through patience, prayer, and determination, she overcame these challenges.

Having a support system is vital. It’s essential that we have the backing of our families, particularly when we are standing up for our faith. The medical profession can be tough, but with the right support and determination, we can overcome the barriers.

Challenges Faced by Muslim Females in the Medical Profession

The medical profession is incredibly demanding, and for Muslim females, it’s even more difficult due to the need to balance religious practices with professional requirements. However, as one sister shared, it’s disheartening to see that despite these challenges, many Muslim sisters still choose to abandon their dreams because of the restrictions placed on their attire.

Muslim women are often asked to compromise their religious practices in order to fit into a profession that they should be able to join without fear of discrimination. The issue of what is appropriate dress should not be a matter of controversy, especially when it doesn’t affect the quality of care provided to patients.

The Role of Leadership and Unity in Overcoming Discrimination

A significant challenge we face is the lack of understanding and support from some Muslim leaders. Too often, we see people in positions of power who either don’t understand the principles of Islam or who deliberately choose to follow misguided paths. It’s vital that those who understand and adhere to the true teachings of Islam work to support and uplift the Muslim community, especially in the professional realm.

We must continue to pray and strive for victory over the challenges faced by the Muslim ummah.

The Broader Issue of Nepotism and Discrimination

Unfortunately, the problem of discrimination extends beyond the medical profession and affects various fields. Nepotism and unfair treatment are rampant, and many members of the Muslim community contribute to perpetuating these issues rather than fighting against them. This systemic disenfranchisement is a significant problem that we must address as a united front.

A Call for Action: Moving Forward with Unity

It is crucial that we take action and stand firm in the face of these challenges. Rather than accepting these restrictions as fate, we must strive to change the status quo. Many of us feel that our efforts will be futile, but as one nurse shared, we must continue to push forward. By standing firm and working together, we can achieve the changes needed to create a fair and just environment for Muslim women in the medical profession.

May Allah grant us success in this endeavor, and may He guide us to overcome these obstacles and protect our rights as Muslim women.

Conclusion: The Path Forward

This ongoing struggle highlights the need for greater unity and determination within the Muslim community. It is not enough to simply complain about the challenges we face; we must take action, advocate for our rights, and support one another.

Healing After Tragedy: The Story of a Mother’s Journey

Healing After Tragedy: The Story of a Mother’s Journey

Losing a child is a pain that no parent should ever experience. Last year, I started following a woman on Instagram after the tragic death of her daughter, who was killed by electrocution during a school’s inter-house sport event.

A Mother’s Grief on Social Media

I watched as this mother poured out her grief online, crying every day as she processed her loss. Her followers provided comfort, offering soothing words, though some suggested that she should stop grieving in public to help her healing. However, most of her followers supported her decision, recognizing that everyone grieves differently.

The Gradual Journey to Healing

Over time, I saw this mother slowly begin to heal. The intensity of her grief lessened, and she eventually found herself smiling again. She started posting about her daughter’s memories with less sorrow, and it was clear that she had come a long way in her healing process.

Finding Strength in Her Journey

It was truly uplifting to watch her bounce back and share her experiences with joy and energy. I don’t know this woman personally, but as a mother myself, I feel happiness for her healing journey. I pray that God continues to strengthen her and bless her with peace.

Personal Reflections on Loss and Healing

Her story reminded me of my own mother’s struggle with depression after a serious illness. Watching her fight through it and eventually regain her strength was a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. Just like her, this woman shows us that pain doesn’t last forever, and relief eventually comes.

A Message of Hope

Time, they say, heals all wounds. Whatever struggles you’re facing, know that the sun will shine again. May Allah ease your burdens, grant you peace, and surround you with His mercy. Ameen.

The Heartache of Losing a Child

Losing a child is a pain that stays with you forever. I remember when I lost my own daughter. Initially, I couldn’t cry for her, but as the condolences faded, the pain grew stronger. Even now, years later, I still cry when I remember her, especially when my son asks for his sister.

Grieving and Finding Peace

The grief of losing a child is deep and personal. Five years have passed since I lost my 16-year-old daughter, and I still cry in private. May Allah heal every mother who has experienced this heart-wrenching pain and grant our departed loved ones eternal peace in Jannah.

Seeking Justice for the Loss

The death of this precious child shook many, and the mother continues to seek justice for her daughter. Alhamdulillah, she is gradually finding strength, and I pray that Allah heals her fully and compensates her for her pain.

A Silent Witness to Her Journey

Although I wasn’t following her at first, I checked her page daily to see how she was coping. I wondered if she would ever find the strength to smile again. Today, I’m relieved to see that, while the pain may not be gone, she has healed to some extent.

Sharing Her Healing Story

It’s truly sad to lose a child, and the pain can feel unbearable. I buried my last daughter twelve years ago, and the pain of letting go and covering her with tears is something no parent should ever experience. May Allah protect our children and grant us strength to bear such challenges.

Clarification on “Life Cut Short”

It’s important to note that the phrase “life cut short” is an idiom that refers to sudden death. As Muslims, we believe that everyone dies at their appointed time, and there is no such thing as an untimely death. This clarification is crucial in understanding our beliefs about life and death.

What My Eyes Have Seen!

Due to my ‘popularity’ on social media, especially Facebook, people often seek my advice on various problems, including marital and life issues.

They contact me through direct messages or phone calls. Because of my prominence, many assume I am financially stable, leading to numerous financial requests. If I tell them I cannot help, they often suggest publicly soliciting help.

What My Eyes Have Seen!

I usually oblige 97% of these requests after confirmation. My weakness is not knowing how to say no. My parents used to say I live up to my name. My mom would say, “Omo to laanu ni Lateefah.” I don’t do eye service and I don’t help to receive praises. I’m not okay when people are not okay. That’s who I am.

The Challenges of Helping

In the course of helping people, I have encountered many challenges.

Marital Advice Gone Awry

Once, a sister reached out to me about marital problems. I advised her the best I could, emphasizing patience, prayer, and family intervention. Unbeknownst to me, her husband had bugged her phone. One day, he logged her out of Facebook Messenger and started chatting with me, pretending to be her.

A Suspicious Conversation

Him: Asalam Alaykum Warahmatullahi Wabarakatuh, Umm. Me: Walaykum Salam Warahmatullahi Wabarakatuh. Him: Umm, I’m really fed up. I want to leave him. I’m tired. Me: May Allah ease your affairs. The ball is in your court. Him: Haa, Umm, is that all you’ll say? I’m really tired. I want to leave him. Me: The ball is in your court. I cannot decide for you. You’re the one wearing the shoe and you know where it pinches you. Him: Is that all you’re going to say? Me: May Allah ease your affairs. Him: Thank you ma. Later, the wife told me it was her husband chatting with me. I was shocked. You can’t come between a husband and a wife. They will use you to count scores when they make up. I would never tell any woman to leave her marriage. It’s not in my place because I’m not a court of law or an Islamic authority.

Financial Help

Another challenge is the financial requests I receive. Trying to help people financially has often put me in difficult situations. I don’t want to go into details, but one particular incident nearly caused a conflict with a popular brother on Facebook.

Helping a Single Sister

A single sister approached me, frustrated about being single at 30. I sympathized with her and gave her hope. She later asked if I knew an eligible bachelor. I didn’t, but she asked if I could post her profile on my page since I had a large following. She didn’t mind being a second wife. Because my weakness is not knowing how to say no, I obliged and posted her profile.

An Unexpected Match

Many brothers started messaging me. One brother ticked all her boxes, so I introduced them. Unknown to me, he was the husband of my good friend. Somehow, my friend found out about me trying to introduce her husband to another woman. She handled it maturely and never asked me about it. The relationship didn’t work out between the single sister and my friend’s husband because of incompatibility. When I found out he was my friend’s husband, I was shocked. I sought advice and was told to pretend I didn’t know anything since the relationship didn’t work out.

A Close Call

Later, my friend brought up the issue casually, and I confessed. I told her I was unaware of her husband’s identity on Facebook and apologized profusely. What could have caused a rift between us was avoided, thanks to Allah. Similar situations have ruined relationships. If you can help your friend’s husband look for a second wife, I cannot. My Lord saved me from another problem. Yet, I didn’t stop helping because my weakness is not knowing how to say no.

Helping During Personal Challenges

I’ll never forget one time I helped in tears and agony. It was when my mother had a stroke. I was struggling financially to meet my mother’s bills, thank God for a highly supportive husband. During that time, a sister approached me, saying her father was sick and begged me to raise money for his medical bills, which I couldn’t turn down. Despite my own challenges, I still sought public assistance for her. The end result was not pleasant. My eyes have seen a lot.

Standing Tall Amidst Challenges

You might wonder how I’m still standing tall with immense growth. Allah is probably rewarding me for my sincerity. I don’t do eye service. If I did, with all these challenges, I would have quit. The same goes for my inability to look away when I see religious impropriety.

Soft Approach

Without bragging, I have the softest approach when correcting people. I’ve had my share of dragging on this space. I know how tormenting it could be and I do not wish that for anyone. So I try my best to protect people from dragging as much as I can. And I also try to caution draggers. If I’m aware of an impending dragging, I’ll sue for peace like my existence depended on it.

Not Looking Away

My weakness is not being able to look away. So far, Allah has really rewarded me with protection, growth, and answered prayers, Alhamdulilah RabilAalamin. But with recent events of slander and misunderstanding, I think I’ll be taking a bow. If you question my sincerity, that’s your opinion. If it’s easy to be wrongly accused, please pray for it. My husband warned me several times not to get involved in matters on Facebook. I think I’ve learned my lessons the hard way.

Facing Slander and Misunderstanding

Some people are waiting for you to be shamed and dragged. They find joy in dragging you down. They believe anything and everything they hear about you. They gloat and cast aspersions on your character. I see you. May Allah reward you accordingly. My sincerity will always vindicate me. I am not perfect but I’m far from being a hypocrite or a two-faced person. Bully? I advocate against it, so that can never be my description. To everyone hurting and bleeding on others, may Allah heal you.

Prayers for Supporters

To everyone that gives me the benefit of doubt, may Allah never afflict you with shame. To everyone that didn’t crucify me because of lies, may Allah save you from wrong accusations. To everyone that reached out to offer support and good wishes, may Allah be your strength when you’re down. To everyone that remains friends despite all odds, may Allah shield you with his cover here and in the hereafter.

Conclusion

If I don’t respond to your messages again, please understand. I need to rest my head. This really got to me. Permit me to turn a blind eye to your predicament. But I’ll leave you with this short prayer: Allah, the creator of the heavens and earth, will never leave you to your affairs even for the blinking of an eye. And may He ease all of your affairs. Aamin.

A Journey Through IVF: Jabir and Amirah’s Story

Some preliminary tests were required before the IVF procedure. The doctors guided Jabir and Amirah through the process, which began on their first hospital visit. They returned to the hospital on the given date, which was a Saturday, giving them ample time.

A Journey Through IVF: Jabir and Amirah’s Story

The Doctor’s Consultation

When it was their turn, they went in together and the doctor asked them to sit. The doctor, a middle-aged man, first addressed Jabir.

The Initial Conversation

“Mr. Jabir Akinsola, is it okay to discuss this in the presence of your wife?” he asked.

“Is it related to the treatment?” Jabir responded.

“Yes, it is,” the doctor confirmed.

“You can go ahead,” Jabir replied.

The Problem Unveiled

“There’s a little problem that needs treatment before we proceed with the IVF,” the doctor began.

Amirah cut in sharply, “What’s wrong with me? Can’t I carry my baby? Do I have a problem?”

“Please calm down, madam,” the doctor reassured. “There’s nothing wrong with you.”

The Diagnosis

“Really?” she sighed but remained anxious. “What’s the problem then?”

“The issue is with your husband,” the doctor revealed.

“Subhanallah!” they chorused.

Jabir’s Condition

Jabir asked, “What kind of problem, doctor?”

“After testing your semen, we discovered that it lacks sperm. You have azoospermia,” the doctor explained.

“What does that mean?” Amirah asked.

Understanding Azoospermia

The doctor clarified, “Azoospermia means there are no sperms in the semen. This could be because the sperm is either not produced or blocked from entering the semen.”

“But he ejaculates during intercourse. Isn’t that sperm?” Amirah asked.

“The liquid released is semen, which should contain sperm. In your husband’s case, the sperm is absent, making it difficult to conceive,” the doctor said.

The Couple’s Reaction

“This is unbelievable!” Amirah exclaimed, staring at Jabir with accusing eyes.

Searching for Solutions

“Please, sir, is there a solution?” Jabir asked.

“There are treatments, but success is not guaranteed,” the doctor replied.

Emotional Turmoil

“Why should I calm down when Jabir has destroyed my life?” Amirah cried.

“Please don’t talk like that. It’s not his fault!” the doctor cautioned.

“Didn’t you say I had no problem? This man has wasted over four years of my life,” she lamented.

The Doctor’s Advice

“Mr. Jabir, do not think too much about the situation. Continue to believe in God for healing. We’ll start the treatment immediately,” the doctor said, giving them another appointment.

The Journey Home

Amirah didn’t thank the doctor and walked out briskly. Jabir parked the car and went inside. He sat on the chair weakly and held his head in his palms. Amirah also sat down and continued to lament.

Amirah’s Lamentation

“I can’t continue to stay with a sterile man. I’m not sorry at all. The second wife you married should stay with you. Let me even call her …”

“Don’t call Naila!” Jabir told her. “Allow me to tell her myself!”

“You can’t tell me what to do!” She hissed and put a call across to Naila.

“I’m warning you! Don’t call Naila!” He said sternly.

“Don’t give me that face! You no longer have that right because as of now, you’re no longer my husband. Please free me,” she requested but he didn’t respond.

Naila picked up her call at the second dial and Amirah raised her anxiety.

“Naila, listen, come to my house right now, your husband is VERY SICK,” she told her with emphasis.

“Subhanallah!” Naila exclaimed loudly. “What happened to him?” She asked anxiously.

“Instead of asking questions, why don’t you start coming immediately?!” Amirah urged her.

“I’m coming right away!” Naila said and the call ended.

Confrontation at Home

Jabir asked, “Are you out of your mind? What was the meaning of that?”

“Meaning of what? Are you not sick? Doesn’t she have the right to know what’s wrong with you or do you plan to hide it from her?” Amirah retorted. Jabir hissed and decided not to argue with her. He took his phone and dialed Naila’s number, but she wasn’t answering.

After Naila ended the call with Amirah, she dropped her phone on the bed and raced out of the house. She totally forgot to take the phone with her. Quickly, she started her car and zoomed off. Jabir called her to no avail. He wanted to tell her not to listen to what Amirah said or try to come to Amirah’s house, but Naila’s phone was inside her house.

Amirah waited for Naila’s arrival before packing her things. Jabir panicked as Naila wasn’t answering her phone no matter how many times it rang. Speedily, Naila drove the car and soon, she got to Jabir’s house. She parked outside and knocked on the gate. The gateman opened the gate for her and she hastened inside the house.

Naila’s Arrival

Jabir and Amirah were still sitting inside the living room. None of them had the will to do anything. Naila rushed in and greeted both of them swiftly.

“Oh, you’re here!” Amirah said.

“Yes, I’m here,” Naila replied and rushed to where Jabir was sitting.

“Mine,” she said, touching him all over his body. “What’s wrong with you?” She asked worriedly but Jabir couldn’t say anything. Amirah raised her nose.

“We’ll know if you genuinely love him now or you’re faking it,” she said.

“Mine, please talk to me. What’s the nature of your sickness? You don’t look sick,” Naila said as she caressed his body.

“He cannot look sick because his kind of sickness doesn’t show on the face,” Amirah replied. “His sickness is from under,” she said as she touched her own under.

“I don’t understand!” Naila looked confused.

The Revelation

Amirah turned to Jabir. “Do you want to tell her by yourself? Or do you want me to tell her?” She asked him.

“What do you both want to tell me? You’re making me nervous,” Naila panicked.

Jabir shook his head and held Naila’s hand. “Mine,” he said sweetly, “don’t panic, please. I’ll tell you later …”

“Tell her now!” Amirah shouted.

“Tell me what?” Naila was puzzled.

Jabir’s Explanation

Jabir decided to tell Naila himself. “Mine, I told you Amirah and I wanted to start IVF treatment, right?” he began.

“Yes, you told me,” Naila replied, her heart thumping.

“We visited the hospital for another appointment today and that was when the doctor broke the news that I have azoospermia …”

“Azoo … spermia?” Naila stuttered.

“Yes,” Amirah interjected sharply. “He has azoospermia. It means he cannot impregnate a woman.”

“Please don’t say that!” Naila cut in. “Azoospermia is treatable,” she said hopefully, and Jabir was amazed at her faith.

Amirah shook her head. “The doctor said that the success of its treatment is not guaranteed …”

“Forget what the doctor said!” Naila said sharply. “Azoospermia is treatable, and the success of its treatment is guaranteed by Allah.”

Amirah’s Decision

Amirah raised her nose at her. “It’s easier to resign to fate when you’ve not wasted over four years of your life with him. You’ve only been married to him for a few months. I have already wasted over four years of my life with him. I can’t continue to wait for something that’s not certain. I want to have my own child. I want to be a mother. I feel cheated and robbed already because if I knew he was a sterile man, I wouldn’t have waited for this long. He would have married another wife. He has already married another wife without even knowing he was the problem, so why should I stay?” She shrugged and moved to where Jabir and Naila were sitting.

She grabbed Jabir’s hand and placed it on Naila’s hand. “Naila, I give you this man in this life and the next life. Mo fun e laye ati lorun,” she said and rushed to her room to start packing her things.

An Unplanned Reunion: Embracing Family Moments

Family reunions are always filled with emotions and unexpected moments. This story highlights a day of learning, laughter, and bonding with step-siblings after a long-awaited reunion.

An Unplanned Reunion: Embracing Family Moments

Continuation of the Lesson

The lesson continued, and we adjourned for the Zuhr prayer before resuming. I wanted to rest, but Jamil objected. I wondered why he was so strict, as he wasn’t the one preparing for exams.

Arrival of Step-Siblings

While the lesson was ongoing, my step-siblings arrived. I got up and ran to embrace them. Hassan, 10, and Hussein, 8, were not twins but had visited Lagos a few times before.

Warm Welcome

I embraced them warmly. “Oh my darling boys, you’re most welcome. How was school today?” I asked, pulling their cheeks playfully. “School was fine,” they chorused with a smile. “We’re glad to see you,” they added. “I’m also excited to see you, my darlings,” I replied with a grin.

Family Bonding

As we exchanged pleasantries, Jamil came over from the balcony, and Haneefah walked in from the room simultaneously. Both Hassan and Hussein ran to embrace them. Jamil playfully whirled Hassan around, making him laugh heartily. He did the same with Hussein until he shouted, “Please put me down, my eyes are turning.” We all burst into laughter.

Curious Questions

“Where’s mum?” Hassan asked. “She took daddy to the airport,” we all chorused. “Daddy has traveled again?!” Hussein was amazed. “Yes, weren’t you informed?” Hassan asked his brother. “No, I wasn’t,” Hussein replied and burst into tears. Jamil embraced him warmly. “Don’t cry, my boy! Why do you have to cry?” “Because I’ll miss daddy,” the boy replied amidst tears.

Addressing Emotions

“Awwwww!” I remarked. “Daddy’s boy. Don’t worry, he’ll be back soon. He’s spending only two days in Abuja.” “Two days are what you call ‘just?” the boy cried out. “Oya sorry!” I pacified him, but he continued to cry. He cried so much that we were all confused.

Harsh Words

When his tears became too much, Haneefah snapped at him. “Stop crying like that! Is daddy going to Abuja to die?” “Haneefah!” Jamil and I chorused. “That’s not something nice to say to a child!” Jamil added.

Sibling Support

“Let him stop crying. Why does he continue even after being told that dad will spend only two days in Abuja? What should I, who had an absent father while growing up, do?” Haneefah uttered carelessly. “Haneefah!” Jamil cautioned. “You don’t talk like that to a child! Besides, the decision for us to remain with Grandma after mum’s demise wasn’t dad’s decision but that of grandmother. She begged daddy to allow us to remain with her. Since she lost a beloved daughter, her grandchildren would be her consolation. Why do you have to take that out on a poor child?” He scolded Haneefah and turned to Hussein. “Hussein darling, don’t worry, I’m here for you. Ask me anything you want, and I’ll do it for you,” Jamil urged the boy.

A Small Treat

“Okay,” the boy said excitedly, drying his tears. “I want some ice-cream and chicken pies!” “Okay! And your wish shall be granted. Go and change your uniform, and let’s go grab some ice-cream,” Jamil urged him. Hassan and Hussein jumped up, jubilating, and went to change their uniforms. Haneefah hissed and walked inside the room. Jamil signaled to me to go meet her.

Comforting Haneefah

I entered the room and met her sulking. I breathed heavily and climbed the bunk to talk to her. “Are you jealous of your own brothers?” I teased her, and she burst into tears. “Please don’t cry! I’m sorry. I was just trying to make your mood lighter,” I pacified her. “I miss my mum. I miss my grandmother!” she cried out. “Eyaaaa!” I expressed sympathy while scooping her into my embrace. “I didn’t know you’re such a cry-baby. Please stop crying. I know how you feel, trust me, I do. I also felt empty when I lost my grandmother. Please stop crying.”

Understanding Pain

“You can’t understand how I feel. I didn’t even know my mum. I was told she passed on when I was nine months old. My dad too wasn’t there physically.” “Your brother said that your grandmother begged him to allow you to remain with her in order to have you as consolation,” I interrupted her. “Besides, a man cannot single-handedly take care of a nine-month-old baby. I’m sorry you missed a mother and father’s love while growing up. I’m sure your grandmother must have been there for you.”

Embracing the Present

“Yes, she was really there. But nothing beats the love of one’s biological parents.” “I understand. Please forget about the past so you can enjoy the present. Now you’re here in your father’s house, enjoy the bond before you gain admission to a higher institution of learning,” I said to her sweetly. “Thank you so much. I didn’t know that you’re this sensible.”

Lightening the Mood

“What do you mean?” I stared at her with a smile. “Of course, I’m sensible. Please cheer up! Jamil wants to take us out to get some ice-cream and chicken pies.” “I’m not interested in going,” she said, lying on the bed. “Get up, please!” I pulled her up. She pushed me away slightly. “Please leave me …” she was talking when a knock was heard on the door.

A Pleasant Surprise

The person knocking didn’t wait for a response before entering. It was my 15-year-old sister. She screamed when she saw me and jumped on my neck. “What a pleasant surprise. Mum didn’t tell me you were coming!” Radiyya screamed. I hugged her tightly. “She might want to surprise you!” I replied, snuggling her tightly.

Reconnecting

“And I am really surprised. It’s good to see you. How’s daddy and stepmum? How are our siblings too?” Radiyya asked excitedly. “They’re all fine. They sent their greetings.” I was responding to Radiyya when Haneefah coughed. Radiyya left me and went to embrace her. “I thought you’d not greet me since I’m not your sister.” “Oh Haneefah, don’t be petty!” I scolded her.

Playful Banter

“Don’t mind her,” Radiyya replied. “She’s a troublemaker!” Radiyya playfully pushed her head. “Me? Troublemaker?” Haneefah touched her chest. “Yes, you’re a troublemaker. I was going to do the greetings one after the other but you’re too impatient. My naughty little sister!” Radiyya teased her. “You’re not well,” Haneefah charged at her. “Who’s your little sister? I’m two years older than you!” “Story, story, story,” Radiyya continued to tease her.

Sibling Laughter

I laughed hard at their drama. “You girls should leave yourselves alone. I thought Haneefah and I were the naughty ones, I didn’t know Radiyya too would join us in the naughtiness,” I said amidst laughter and turned to Radiyya. “Radiyya, I thought you’d be back by 5 pm?” “Yes, I should. But one of our teachers didn’t come. That’s why I came home early.”

A Small Treat

“We journeyed in a chit-chat to a nearby restaurant. We got down noisily and trooped into the restaurant. “Should we eat here or take it home?” Jamil asked. “Let’s eat here. I want some rice and chicken too,” Hussein replied sharply. “Greedy boy!” Radiyya teased him. “Thanks,” Hussein replied with a pout.

Ordering Food

We sat at a round table while Jamil went to get the stuff. He bought rice and chicken plus ice cream for everybody. “Thank you,” we all chorused. “You’re welcome,” he replied. “You didn’t buy chicken pie!” Hussein reminded him. “Awe, manage that one. I’m a student,” he cut him short. Hussein grumbled. “But you told me to ask you for anything that you’d do it for me since dad is not around ….” “Come on, Hussein,” Haneefah cut in. “Don’t be ungrateful. You’re only a child but you’re too greedy for your age …” “That word is too big!” Hassan said to Haneefah. “He’s not greedy. He’s only trying to enjoy his brother. What’s your own headache?” “I’ll slap you ……” Haneefah charged at him. “Shush!” Jamil cautioned them. “You’re outside. Exercise some good conduct. Enough of the banter. Let’s not talk while eating …..”

An Unexpected Encounter

Jamil was talking when a lady shouted his name. “Jamil, yes, it’s Jamil! Is this really you, Jamil Ariyo?” The lady screamed, trying to jump on him, but he stopped her with his hand. “Raliat?” He asked, scanning her face. “Yes, I’m Raliat. Raliat Eyiwumi. How have you been, Jamil?” The lady asked, trying to embrace him again,

 

Finding Peace Amidst Turmoil

Navigating relationships can be challenging, especially when emotions run high. This story explores the intricate dynamics between Jabir, Amirah, and Naila, shedding light on the struggles and moments of clarity.

Finding Peace Amidst Turmoil

An Unexpected Confrontation

Like the seven wonders of the world, Jabir stared at Amirah in disbelief. “I want my husband!” she repeated. He took a deep breath, trying to suppress his anger. He didn’t want to deal with the situation angrily. “Have you forgotten that you’re a visitor here? This is Naila’s time, and I’m with her. What’s your problem?” he asked.

A Visitor’s Demand

“I’m a visitor here, and that’s why she should forfeit her time for me. Aren’t we supposed to honor our guests?” she asked mischievously. “You’re a clown! If you like, don’t leave. Stay here and torment yourself with what’s not your business. What I won’t take is you knocking on the door again. If you knock, I will bundle you out of this house. And for your information, you’re leaving tomorrow morning. I thought your reasons for coming here were noble. Get out!” He walked in and slammed the door in her face.

Returning to Peace

Jabir returned to the bed. “What does she want?” Naila asked. “Please ignore her!” he replied, pulling her close. “Does she need anything?” Naila asked again. “Ohhh! Please stop worrying yourself! She doesn’t need anything. She’s leaving tomorrow.” “Why? I thought she was staying till Monday.” “She can’t stay till Monday. She’s leaving tomorrow,” Jabir said firmly. Naila decided not to press further and they enjoyed a beautiful night together.

Morning Tensions

The following morning, Jabir went to the mosque, and Naila prayed at home. After praying, she went to the kitchen to make breakfast. While she was busy, Amirah walked in. Naila greeted her cheerfully, but Amirah responded dully. “You’re such a good pretender,” Amirah said. “After telling my husband not to come to me last night, you’re smiling at me like a saint.”

Misunderstanding and Accusations

“Why should he come to you?” Naila asked calmly. “You’re in my house, and I’m running my days, not yours! Why do you like to intimidate me?” Amirah raised her nose. “I just know that you’re a pretender,” Amirah said. “Your assumptions are just a figment of your imagination, ma!” Naila replied. “Because of you, my husband said I must leave today ..” “Point of correction, ma. It’s not because of me. If you have issues, don’t involve my name. Thank you.”

A Heated Exchange

“Who told you I’m having issues with my husband? Are you praying that I should have issues?” Amirah asked. “Ma’am, please stop twisting my words,” Naila said, frustrated. “You said it just now that I have issues because that’s what you want. You’re a Jezebel! And my God will shame you. You think because I don’t have a child yet, you’ll be the first to give him a child, right? You’ll be disappointed. I’ll have a child before you!” Amirah said and walked away angrily.

Seeking Solace

“Oh my God! What sort of person is this? What if we were living together? I don’t even want to imagine it!” Naila cringed. “I’m not here to compete with you, ma’am. Allah will give each of us a child according to His plan. I need cold water because I’m frustrated!” She opened the freezer and took out a bottle of chilled water.

A Loving Morning

Naila finished in the kitchen and entered the living room as Jabir came in. She rushed to embrace him. They shared a long kiss, but Amirah’s cough interrupted them. She had her bag in hand. “Why don’t you just remove your clothes and do it here?” she hissed. “Before I see more horrible things, I’m out of here!” she said and headed out.

Parting Words

“Let me drop you off!” Jabir offered. “Didn’t you see my car when you went out this morning? I came in my car,” she replied harshly. “Please have breakfast before you leave. It’s ready!” Naila said nicely. “Keep your food. I don’t want it,” she hissed and walked out. “Thank God!” Jabir raised his hands in relief after she left. “I’m thankful she came in her car. I wouldn’t have to take her home,” he said and Naila nodded.

Cherishing Moments

They had breakfast, feeding each other lovingly. Jabir savored every day spent with Naila, not wanting it to end. But eventually, the five days with her came to an end, and his nightmare was about to start again.

Returning to Tension

As he drove home that evening, his heart was heavy. “This is not okay!” he told himself. “How can I be going home and my heart will be racing? For how long will I continue this unrest? Oh Allah, come to my aid,” he prayed. He got home, parked the car, and headed to his apartment. The door was locked from inside. “Again!” he mumbled sadly. He knocked on the door, and Amirah’s voice was heard. “Sleep outside!” she said. “Why would I sleep outside when I have another home?” he said and turned to leave without begging.

A Moment of Defiance

Hearing what he said, Amirah quickly opened the door. He hissed and entered. “You would have gone back to your second wife if I didn’t open the door, right?” she asked with disdain. “Yes, I would have, happily,” he replied. “And you would do that and expect the pleasure of Allah, right?” “Keep quiet!” he yelled. “You should worry about Allah’s pleasure over yourself because you’re not a good wife. Each time I’m coming home to meet you, I develop cold feet. You keep giving me troubles every single day. I’m scared for my life.”

Confronting the Past

“Stop playing the pity card! You brought this upon yourself. If you had just stayed with only me, there wouldn’t have been any trouble.” “Joker!” he smiled wryly. “You’ve always been a troublemaker. Naila was never in the picture when you chased my younger brother out of my house. Naila was never in the picture when you snatched the money I gave my sister. Naila was never in the picture when you told my elder brother to mind his business during one of your outbursts.”

The Real Problem

“The coming of Naila is never the problem. You are the problem. Even your family knows that you’re problematic. Did you hear what your sister said when she stayed here after I married Naila? She said she couldn’t stay another hour because you’re a handful. I don’t know why I’m hesitating to send you packing. Maybe because of what people would say; that I sent you packing because of my second wife. But I really don’t care anymore! I’m scared to have a baby with you because I don’t want my child to take after you. You’re an embodiment of trouble. Don’t you get tired?”

Amirah’s Response

“Have you finished telling your story? Nobody can send me out of this house. And I’m going to have a child for you, so don’t try to avoid the IVF responsibility. I know you’re trying to delay because the time you promised to give me money is near. Don’t try nonsense with me. You told me you were expecting money in three months. Your three months are almost up. Don’t be unfortunate. I have said my own,” she warned and walked out.

Jabir’s Prayer

Jabir sat weakly on the chair and sighed deeply. “Ya Allah, if I’ve done anything wrong for you to place this woman in my life as a punishment, please forgive me. Astagfirllah! Ya Allah, please forgive me. Save me from this woman. You alone can deliver me from her. I know she’s a trial in my life. Ya Allah, please relieve me of this trial,” he prayed fervently.

Living with Two Wives

He continued his life, sharing a five-day duration with each of his wives. One wife was the comfort of his eyes, and the other was a pain in his neck. Going to one wife gave him joy, while going to the other gave him palpitations. His stay with one wife was pleasurable, while the other was filled with nightmares and torment. Like the Yoruba saying: “Akeregbe lo ma juwe ibi ti a maa fi okun si” – meaning each wife will determine her place in her husband’s heart.

The IVF Promise

Days passed, and the time Jabir promised to provide money for Amirah’s IVF came. She didn’t forget and sent him reminders every day. Fortunately, he got the money he was expecting. On the night he told her, she demanded he send it to her account.

A Heated Argument

“Why should I do that?” he asked. “Because you promised to give me all the money,” she replied. “I didn’t promise you that!” he shook his head. “Liar! You promised to give me the whole ten million naira and now you’re taking a u-turn. What type of man are you?” “Have you finished ranting? I remember my words vividly. I said: ‘I don’t mind giving you everything for the IVF.’ That was never a promise. I said ‘I don’t mind,’ not ‘I will.’ Can you see the difference?”

Final Decision

“Don’t try to confuse me with English. You’re a deceptive man,” she accused. “Keep quiet!”

 

A Journey of New Beginnings: Embracing Step-Sibling Bonds

Family dynamics can often be complex, especially when new members join. This story unfolds the journey of Barirah and Haneefah as they navigate their newfound relationship as step-siblings, filled with surprises and adjustments.

A Journey of New Beginnings: Embracing Stepsibling Bonds

The Unexpected Reunion

I stood speechless, watching my mum and the girl cuddle for a while. “Haneefah, Haneefah,” my mum said affectionately. “What a big girl you’ve become! Welcome, my darling daughter! Was your journey stressful?” “No, ma’am. It wasn’t,” Haneefah replied with a smile.

Warm Welcomes

“I’m glad to hear that,” she replied and looked up at the young man. “Oh my darling Jamil! You’re most welcome. It’s good to see you!” “Thank you so much, ma. I hope you’re doing great!” “Oh yes, I am. Seeing both of you makes me so excited!” “We are also excited to see you, ma’am!” Haneefah and Jamil chorused.

An Unexpected Introduction

After the greetings, my mum pulled me into her embrace. “Oh my darling Barirah! You’re welcome, my sweetheart! How was your journey?” “My journey was fine. I thought you didn’t see me before,” I grumbled. “Of course, I saw you! I needed to do the greetings one after the other.” My mum was talking when Haneefah interrupted.

Curiosity Sparks

“Mummy, who’s she?” Haneefah asked, pointing at me. “You mean Barirah?” “Yes, if that’s her name!” she replied, rolling her eyes. I returned the rolling of eyes and hissed. My mum was confused by our attitudes. “What’s happening here? What’s with that weird attitude? Have you met before?” she asked.

Unveiling the Connection

Jamil smiled and explained everything to my mum. She burst into laughter. “Oh, my, my, my, you children will not kill me. It’s not good to be ignorant of your family members. See you girls fighting like strangers when you’re actually family.” “Family!!!” Myself and Haneefah chorused.

Entering the Home

“Yes, you’re family,” my mum burst our bubble. “Let’s go in and do the introduction properly.” We all went inside the house. The house was a big bungalow with six ensuite rooms. The sitting room was large and exquisite. We sat in the living room, and my mum served us cold water.

Discovering New Ties

My mum stared at us and laughed again. “I can’t believe you girls fought in the vehicle and after disembarking,” she said. “Haneefah darling! Barirah is my daughter.” “Your daughter?!” Haneefah screamed. “Yes, my daughter. She’s my first child from my previous marriage,” mum clarified.

Realizations and Reflections

“I didn’t know!” Haneefah replied soberly. Her brother scolded her. “Must you know people before you treat them well?” Jamil asked. “Jamil, please leave my daughter,” my mum said playfully and turned to me. “My darling Barirah, Jamil and Haneefah are my husband’s children.”

Understanding the Family

“Really?!” I was amazed. “Yes,” mum replied. “Jamil is my husband’s first child while Haneefah is the second. Unlike me, my husband was a widower. Jamil and Haneefah had been living with their maternal grandmother after their mum’s demise. Grandma died last month, and they’re here to start living with us.”

Embracing the Change

“So, you all are step-siblings. Your parents’ marriage has made you a family. You shouldn’t fight but bond as one. I’m delighted to have you all around. Let me enter the kitchen and make you something delicious to eat.” Mum smiled and dashed out.

Apologies and Adjustments

Jamil continued to laugh, making a mockery of our earlier actions. I was still speechless, trying to absorb the information. Haneefah too wore a remorseful look. Just like me, she must have regretted what happened earlier. Jamil’s voice interrupted our thoughts.

Making Amends

“You girls should stop looking like that and apologize to each other,” Jamil urged us. “I’m sorry,” I apologized to Haneefah. “I’m sorry,” Haneefah also apologized. “Good,” Jamil said. “Now both of you should get up and go assist mum in the kitchen.”

Assisting in the Kitchen

Mum was already stirring Amala when we got to the kitchen. I took over the stirring. Mum gave the okra to Haneefah to cut and sat on a stool in the kitchen. “Barirah, how are your siblings?” Mum asked.

Catching Up

“They’re fine. They sent their greetings. When will my siblings be back from school?” “They’ll be back by 3 p.m. But Radiyya will be back by 5 p.m. She’s doing extra coaching for GCE. We want her to try it in SS2,” mum replied. “That’s good! If she makes her paper in one sitting, she doesn’t need to write WAEC or NECO again,” I replied.

Encouragement and Support

“Yes, that’s our intention,” mum replied. “Did you come with your textbooks?” “Yes, ma,” I replied. “Good! You have to study hard and make all your papers this time, okay!” “Yes, ma!”

Building Relationships

Haneefah cut in. “How many O’level exams have you written?” “If you ask me, na who I go ask?” I shunned her. She complained to my mum. “Mum, can you see her now? I’m trying to be friendly here but she’s giving me attitude again.” My mum smiled.

Learning to Respect

“Both of you will be alright,” my mum replied with a chuckle while Haneefah rolled her eyes at me. I returned the rolling of eyes, and my mum cautioned me. “Barirah, you’re older than Haneefah, act your age, please!” “I knew I’d be older than her. But she’s been so rude,” I said and turned to her.

Seeking Harmony

“You need to respect me as your older sister.” “Barirah!” My mum called. “Respect is reciprocal. You should also respect your sister. She asked you a question, you should respond politely.” “I don’t want to respond to her,” I replied.

Finding Common Ground

“Mum, please leave her. She needs to stop talking so that her saliva will stop going into the Amala she’s making,” Haneefah said. I screamed, “Me?” My mum laughed. “I’m done with you both! You fit each other. I’m going to my room. When the food is done, serve yourself and eat. Don’t forget to serve Jamil.”

Overcoming Differences

We both hissed at each other. “You’re very rude and mannerless!” I said. “You’re also impolite and disrespectful,” she replied. “Keep quiet and don’t talk to me again!” “Who wants to talk to you before?”

Addressing Conflicts

Jamil walked in. “You girls are fighting again?!” He was amazed. “Don’t mind Haneefah!” I tried to complain. “Don’t mind Barirah,” she also tried to complain. “I’m tired of you both. I think I need to report you to daddy.”

Seeking Peace

“Please, don’t,” Haneefah pleaded. “I’ll get along with her.” “Better! If you don’t want me to report to daddy, you better get along well with her,” he said and turned to me. “Barirah, you need to embrace your sister.”

Forging Bonds

“What’s with the cat and dog relationship?” “I’m sorry …” “You’re always quick to apologize, Barirah.” Jamil was talking when Haneefah interrupted. “But she’s a sly ….” “Keep quiet

 

Navigating Marital Struggles: A Story of Patience and Resilience

Relationships are often filled with challenges, especially when misunderstandings arise. This story delves into the complexities of Jabir’s life as he navigates his relationships with his wives, Amirah and Naila.

Navigating Marital Struggles: A Story of Patience and Resilience

A Confrontation with Amirah

Jabir became speechless after his wife’s attack. He heaved a sigh before responding. “The car is a wedding gift from Naila’s father,” he replied. “Lies! Why should Naila’s father give you this type of big car as a wedding gift?”

Tension Rises

“How have you been?” He dodged her question. “Why are you trying to avoid conversations around the car?” She insisted. “Because it’s pointless and needless! You’ve not seen me in seven days and this is what you do? Didn’t you miss me?”

Missed Connections

“Miss you because you’re my God? You really think you’re important!” She hissed. “Anyway, if you don’t miss me, I missed you,” he wanted to hug her again but she pushed him away. “Liar! You missed me after sleeping with another woman for seven days?! You missed me after cuddling with another woman for seven days while I cuddled the pillow?! Nonsense! Don’t rub it in my face, please!”

Apologies and Gifts

“I’m sorry if saying I missed you is tantamount to rubbing anything in your face,” he apologised. “I got you gifts,” he told her with a smile as he unzipped his bag and brought out the gifts he got for her – dresses, bags, shoes, and jewellery. “I don’t need your gift ..” Amirah was talking when her sister, Halimah, walked out of the guest room.

Family Interference

“What else do you want him to do for you?” Halimah asked her sister; she was carrying a bag in her hand. “Are you mad?” Amirah charged at her. “How dare you interfere in my conversation with my husband? Are you out of your mind?”

Halimah’s Departure

“You’re welcome, sir,” Halimah greeted Jabir instead of responding to her sister. “Thank you Halimah. And thank you for staying with my wife while I was away.” “It’s because of you, sir. How was your trip?” Halimah asked him. “My trip was fine,” Jabir replied. At that moment, he saw the bag she was carrying. “Where are you going?” He asked her.

Seeking Peace

“The moment I heard your voice, I started packing my bag. I’m going home. I can’t stay another hour with my sister. She’s a handful,” she shook her head. “Who’s a handful?” Amirah charged at her. “You’re really insane. Do you think it’s easy harbouring a glutton like you? You’ve almost finished my food in seven days. Go, I don’t want you again!” She yelled at her sister.

Jabir’s Concern

“Bro Jabir, you’re really trying,” Halimah pitied him and headed towards the door. “Please don’t leave now. It’s late. You can leave very early tomorrow,” Jabir tried to discourage her from leaving late. “I’ll be fine. I can’t spend the next hour with your wife. Please allow me to go!” She was adamant. “Okay, if you insist on going. Let me drop you off.”

A Heated Argument

“Why should you drop her off?” Amirah asked sharply. Jabir hissed at her and beckoned to Halimah to follow him but the latter refused. “Please don’t drop me off, sir. I’ll find my way. I don’t want her to torment you because of me.” “No, I can’t leave you to go home alone. It’s late. Please let me drop you off.” Jabir insisted.

Misunderstandings

“She said you shouldn’t drop her off. Is it by force? Do you have a plan to seduce her?” “How dare you?” Jabir turned to her sternly. Halimah quickly exited the house before Jabir could notice. “You’re really incorrigible!” He shook his head and went to the bedroom. When he got to the bedroom, he quickly made a transfer of 30,000 naira to Halimah with the narration – ‘Transport Fare’.

Seeking Solutions

Amirah came to join him in the room. “I have an idea!” She said to him, sitting on the bed. He didn’t respond. “Won’t you respond to me?” “Say whatever you want to say!” He snapped at her. “Don’t yell at me, please!” She snapped back at him. “See, the idea that comes to my mind is for us to sell that car you just drove home and use the money for my IVF. Since you said it’s your wedding gift. And since you also have a car already.”

Jabir’s Frustration

“Haha!” He shook his head. He didn’t know what response to give her. “Say something now!” She urged him. “I’m finally admitting that I’m in trouble! I’m in serious trouble! How did I get here? Arrrggggg!!!” He was frustrated.

Addressing Concerns

“Why are you in trouble? And why are you acting like the IVF won’t benefit both of us? In fact, it’s going to benefit you more because the child will bear your name. Are you telling me you can’t sacrifice an ordinary wedding gift to get an eternal gift of a child?” She quizzed. “Amirah, you know what? I’m sick and tired of your troubles. Can’t you just give me peace of mind? My heart always trembles whenever I’m coming to you because your troubles make me shiver in fear. I’m tired. Please give it a rest. Give me peace of mind. Give me peace of mind for God’s sake. You’ve not seen me in seven days and the first thing you confront me with is trouble. Don’t you get tired? If you’re not tired then I’m tired. I’m tired oooo. I want to rest from your troubles, arrrggggg!!!” He lamented in pain and quickly, he rushed out of the house to the mosque.

Amirah’s Determination

“You, you don’t know anything. I’ll frustrate you till you get the money for the IVF. That must not happen before me,” she said.

Seeking Refuge

Days passed and Amirah’s trouble increased with each day. Jabir always looked forward to his time with Naila. In her, he found comfort and happiness. She helped him manage the tension from Amirah, providing a shoulder to lean on and a home. She was his peace haven. They created a strong bond.

Naila’s Support

Naila got the job she interviewed for shortly after their wedding. Jabir was very supportive, often showing up at her office to see her. They loved each other deeply and were inseparable. Whenever he had to leave Naila to go to Amirah, his gloominess returned. He wished he could be with Naila alone without interruption.

Cherishing Moments

Gradually, a month had passed since Jabir and Naila’s wedding feast. Jabir completed the usual suffocating five days with Amirah and was eager to go to Naila’s house. He left on a Saturday, looking forward to a date they had planned.

Amirah’s Intrusion

Since it was already a month since Jabir and Naila consummated their marriage, Amirah really wanted to know if Naila was pregnant. So, after Jabir left for Naila’s place that Saturday morning, Amirah also packed her small travelling bag and went to the same destination. An hour after Jabir arrived at Naila’s place, a knock was heard on the door. Naila, who was closer to the door, moved to it and asked who it was.

Unwelcome Visit

“It’s me, Amirah, Mrs Akinsola,” she responded, and Naila gasped. “Who’s at the door?” Jabir asked. “I think it’s my co-wife.” “What?” Jabir exclaimed, getting up and walking to the door. “Amirah, what are you doing here?” Jabir asked, raising his voice without opening the door. “I’m here to pay my co-wife a visit. Am I not welcome?” she asked, and Naila quickly opened the door.

Entering the Home

“Of course you’re welcome,” Naila said as she opened the door for her to enter. “Asalam Alaykum,” Amirah greeted as she walked in majestically, looking around the house in scrutiny. “Walaykum Salam Warahmatullahi Wabarakatuh,” Jabir and Naila chorused. Jabir couldn’t stop staring at her in awe. He knew she was definitely up to something.

Settling In

“Please have your seat,” Naila ushered her to a seat, and she sat down gallantly. Naila went to the kitchen to get water for her. She offered it to her politely, and Amirah addressed her. “Since the day you paid me a visit, I’ve been meaning to reciprocate but then I’ve been really busy. So I just decided to come now and spend the weekend with you. I’ll be leaving on Monday,” she told her.

Hidden Intentions

“Oh! That’s very thoughtful of you,” Naila smiled wryly. Jabir squeezed his face. It was going to be a weekend filled with trouble, he knew for sure. “You’re welcome,” Naila said to her co-wife. “Please show me to the room,” she said. “All right, please come with me,” Naila replied, and Amirah got up and followed her.

Unveiling Motives

Jabir shook his head.

A Journey to Academic Success: Overcoming Obstacles

Embarking on an academic journey can be filled with unexpected challenges and setbacks. This story chronicles Barirah’s determination to overcome hurdles in her quest for higher education, highlighting the resilience needed to achieve her dreams.

A Journey to Academic Success: Overcoming Obstacles

The Start of the Journey

The week I received the email that I’d been offered admission to study Computer Science at the University of Ilorin was the same week the Academic Staff Union of Universities went on strike. The news was devastating. I’d pictured myself in my matriculation gown, attending classes, and making friends, but the indefinite strike put my dreams on hold.

A Long Wait

I’d been tired of sitting at home because my admission came late. In a couple of weeks, I’d be 20. I felt I’d aged in my father’s house. I left secondary school at 16 and spent four years waiting for admission. When it finally came, the strike dashed my hopes. O’level exams were my first obstacle, and I wrote them four times before passing all my papers.

The Struggle with O’level Exams

In my first attempt, I received an E in English. I felt the examiner must have had a grudge against me because I believed I aced the exam. The second attempt was even worse, with only 4 credits and several lower grades, including another E in English. Despite attending private schools, I couldn’t pass in one sitting, leaving me disheartened.

Facing Criticism

My father scolded me harshly, suggesting I learn hairdressing instead of wasting his money. The thought of hairdressing was unbearable. I was determined to go to university, wear the matriculation gown, convocation gown, and NYSC uniform. I wanted to prove myself and not let my dreams crumble.

Finding Support

After my third attempt, my result was canceled, leading to more tears and disappointment. This time, my father sympathized with me since I didn’t fail but my result was canceled. He still reminded me to learn hairdressing, but I decided to go to my mum in Osogbo instead. My parents were divorced, and I was raised by my paternal grandmother until she passed away.

A New Beginning

I traveled from Lagos to Osogbo, visiting my mum for the first time since she left. On the bus, I met a young man and a lady, who were siblings. The man started tutoring his younger sister with an O’level English past question. I followed along, desperate to improve my English skills for my fourth O’level attempt.

The Encounter

I impulsively brought out my past question book and joined their session. The young man noticed and smiled, but the lady closed her book quickly. A confrontation ensued, and I expressed my desperation to pass the exam. The young man, understanding my situation, allowed me to learn from them, turning the journey into an impromptu tutoring session.

Gaining Knowledge

The man’s tutoring was enlightening, and I realized my past mistakes. I had written nonsense in my exams with confidence, not knowing better. This realization hit me hard, but it also motivated me to do better. The journey with the young man restored my hope and determination to succeed in my academic pursuits.

Unexpected Reunion

The two-hour journey ended with me gaining a lot of valuable knowledge. As the journey was coming to an end, I felt an indescribable sorrow to part with this genius. ‘If I gained a lot in less than three hours, how much would I gain in days, weeks, and months?’ I thought. ‘No, this Godsent must not disappear from my life. I must connect with him after today.’

Seeking Further Guidance

“Please, where’s your place in Osogbo?” I asked the man, but the lady quickly cut me short. “What do you want to do with our place?” she snapped. “Did I ask you?” I replied, rolling my eyes. “You don’t need to direct your question to me before I answer. What do you want to do with our place? Do you want to follow us home again?” she asked sarcastically.

A Heated Exchange

“I’m not your mate. Mind the way you talk to me,” I cautioned her. She laughed sarcastically. “See this one trying to fight for superiority with a total stranger. How do you know you’re not my mate? If you’re looking for your age mate, go to graveyards,” she replied. Insults flew back and forth, escalating the tension.

Finding Common Ground

“You ladies should stop! Do you know each other before now?” the man asked. “I don’t need to know her before putting her in her place. The first impression she gives me is that of a thief, desperate attention seeker, information tapper,” she said, and I burst into tears. The man tried to caution his sister and apologize on her behalf.

Parting Ways

By the time the bus pulled over at the motor-park, I was too upset to care about connecting with the man further. I carried my bag and went my way, trying to locate my mum’s house. The siblings met me where I was standing, and the lady hissed at me again. We both ended up going to the same destination, despite the tension.

Discovering Surprising Ties

We both stopped at the same gate, No. 2 Ifelodun Street. “You finally succeeded in knowing our destination,” she said to me. “This is where I’m coming,” I replied angrily. “Bro mi, this foolish girl has succeeded in following us home,” she was talking when the gate opened. To my surprise, it was my mum.

A Family Connection

The girl quickly rushed to embrace my mum. My eyes fluctuated like a faulty bulb. ‘What could be their relationship?’ I thought.

“Haneefah, Haneefah,” my mum said as she pulled the girl’s cheek affectionately. “What a big girl you’ve become! I saw you last during the last Ileya festival. Welcome, my darling daughter! Was your journey stressful?” “No, ma’am. It wasn’t,” Haneefah replied with a smile.

Warm Welcomes

“I’m glad to hear that,” my mum replied and looked up at the young man. “Oh my darling Jamil! You’re most welcome. It’s good to see you!” “Thank you so much, ma. I hope you’re doing great!” “Oh yes, I am. Seeing both of you makes me so excited!” “We are also excited to see you, ma’am!” Haneefah and Jamil chorused.

An Unexpected Introduction

After the greetings, my mum pulled me into her embrace. “Oh my darling Barirah! You’re welcome, my sweetheart! How was your journey?” “My journey was fine. I thought you didn’t see me before,” I grumbled. “Of course, I saw you! I needed to do the greetings one after the other,” my mum was talking when Haneefah interrupted.

Curiosity Sparks

“Mummy, who’s she?” Haneefah asked, pointing at me. “You mean Barirah?” “Yes, if that’s her name!” she replied, rolling her eyes. I returned the rolling of eyes and hissed. My mum was confused by our attitudes. “What’s happening here? What’s with that weird attitude? Have you met before?” she asked.

Unveiling the Connection

Jamil smiled and explained everything to my mum. She burst into laughter. “Oh, my, my, my, you children will not kill me. It’s not good to be ignorant of your family members. See you girls fighting like strangers when you’re actually family.” “Family!!!” Myself and Haneefah chorused.

Entering the Home

“Yes, you’re family,” my mum burst our bubble. “Let’s go in and do the introduction properly.” We all went inside the house. The house was a big bungalow with six ensuite rooms. The sitting room was large and exquisite. We sat in the living room, and my mum served us cold water.

Discovering New Ties

My mum stared at us and laughed again. “I can’t believe you girls fought in the vehicle and after disembarking,” she said. “Haneefah darling! Barirah is my daughter.” “Your daughter?!” Haneefah screamed. “Yes, my daughter. She’s my first child from my previous marriage,” mum clarified.

Realizations and Reflections

“I didn’t know!” Haneefah replied soberly. Her brother scolded her. “Must you know people before you treat them well?” Jamil asked. “Jamil, please leave my daughter,” my mum said playfully and turned to me. “My darling Barirah, Jamil and Haneefah are my husband’s children.”

Understanding the Family

“Really?!” I was amazed. “Yes,” mum replied. “Jamil is my husband’s first child while Haneefah is the second. Unlike me, my husband was a widower. Jamil and Haneefah had been living with their maternal grandmother after their mum’s demise. Grandma died last month, and they’re here to start living with us.”

Embracing the Change

“So, you all are step-siblings. Your parents’ marriage has made you a family. You shouldn’t fight but bond as one. I’m delighted to have you all around. Let me enter the kitchen and make you something delicious to eat.” Mum smiled and dashed out.

Apologies and Adjustments

Jamil continued to laugh, making a mockery of our earlier actions. I was still speechless, trying to absorb the information. Haneefah too wore a remorseful look. Just like me, she must have regretted what happened earlier. Jamil’s voice interrupted our thoughts.

Making Amends

“You girls should stop looking like that and apologize to each other,” Jamil urged us. “I’m sorry,” I apologized to Haneefah. “I’m sorry,” Haneefah also apologized. “Good,” Jamil said. “Now both of you should get up and go assist mum in the kitchen.”

Assisting in the Kitchen

Mum was already stirring Amala when we got to the kitchen. I took over the stirring. Mum gave

A Love Story: From Wedding Bells to Honeymoon Bliss

Celebrations often mark the beginning of a new journey. This story follows Jabir and Naila as they transition from their grand wedding to a memorable honeymoon, capturing the essence of their love and commitment.

A Love Story: From Wedding Bells to Honeymoon Bliss

A Grand Wedding Celebration

The wedding merriment continued with various programs. As the event progressed, food was served to the guests, allowing everyone to choose their preferred dishes. The formal event eventually concluded, but the merrymaking persisted.

Sharing Joy and Gifts

Families from all sides shared valuable souvenirs with their guests. The event was indeed grand. The couple and their families greeted the invited guests around the event hall. Everyone prayed for them, and their smiles were bright and warm.

A Special Honeymoon Destination

Jabir fulfilled his plan of taking his wife to a special tourist center in Port Harcourt. His friend, Habeeb, helped take the bride’s belongings to the apartment while Jabir whisked his wife away. He also arranged for Amirah’s younger sister to stay with her during his absence.

Departure for the Honeymoon

After Asr, they left the wedding venue. Jabir had already bought a flight ticket for 5:00 pm. They arrived at the airport, completed all necessary protocols, and finally boarded the plane.

A Romantic Flight

Inside the plane, they sat together and chatted warmly. “It’s good to finally have the wedding feast done with,” he grinned. “Alhamdulilah RabilAalamin!” she was grateful to God. “Alhamdulilah!” he echoed. “Now there’s no hiding place for you.” “Leave me o,” she replied shyly.

Playful Banter

“Nee! Nee! Nee! Nee! Nee! Nee! Nee!” he began to play with her name. “What’s the meaning of this? Are you a baby?” she smiled. “Yes. I’m a baby. I feel like a baby right now because I’ve finally got my heart’s desire. I’ve finally married Nee!”

Expressions of Love

He kissed her forehead, and to his surprise, she also kissed his forehead. “Awwwwwww! My wife is no longer shy,” he stared sweetly at her. “I was never shy,” she replied with a bright smile. Then her eyes caught the scar on his forehead. She touched it gently.

Curious Concerns

“I’ve been meaning to ask. What happened to your forehead?” “I had a home accident,” he replied simply. “How can that be? Were you sleepwalking?” “It just happened,” he replied, not wanting to elaborate. “Sorry. You should be more careful next time!” she empathized.

A Heartfelt Promise

“Thank you, MINE. I’ll be very careful next time. And with you by my side, my safety is assured by the mercy of Allah.” “May Allah protect us from harm,” Naila prayed. “Aamin,” he replied.

Responding to Promises

“Mine, you promised to respond to the messages in my diary, but I’ve not seen anything,” she pouted. “I’m sorry. I’ve been busy with the wedding preparations. Can I respond verbally instead of writing?” “Ermm … Okay. You’re free to respond verbally,” she replied.

A Romantic Narrative

“Dear Naila,” he began, staring at her. “The day I found you, I found my soulmate. I felt a strange connection instantly. The day was Saturday, the 5th of August.” “You still remember the exact day?” she was amazed. “Yes, I remember.”

A Walk Down Memory Lane

“The day was Saturday, the 5th of August. I had just gotten a job. Allah used my first class as a vessel for me to get a job quickly. The company was near my dear friend Hamzah Adamson’s house, and he offered me accommodation. I had not been there for an hour when I heard a distress noise. I insisted on knowing, and Hamzah told me it was his stubborn sister, Nee. I offered to talk to her, and Hamzah obliged after a little hesitation. Then we went to her room, and alas! I met my wife.”

Growing Affection

“Awwwwwww! You’re a good storyteller,” she swooned. “Please continue!” “Her eyes were swollen from excessive weeping, and I felt pity for her. I began to talk to her and realized she wasn’t dull. There was an unpleasant story behind her refusal to go to school. After listening, I felt the urge to protect her forever. My affection for her grew, partly because she reminded me of my godmother, Alhaja Oriire, and partly because she was a likable person with beauty and brains.”

Overcoming Challenges

“Yes, you did,” Naila replied emotionally. “And that is why my heart got attached to you. The attachment developed into love. I love you, my Mine.” “I love you too, my darling. You can’t imagine the extent. Dear Naila, thank you for marrying me. I’ll cherish and love you forever,” he said and kissed her.

Reaching Their Destination

The air hostess announced that the flight had come to an end. Passengers took turns to alight, and Jabir and his wife held hands as they left the plane. They got their luggage and booked a ride to their hotel. They completed their journey just a few minutes before Maghrib.

A Blissful Honeymoon

In their hotel room, they prayed Maghrib and Ishai together. After the prayer, they did their evening adhkar. Jabir wanted to order food, but Naila said she wasn’t hungry. “Are you sure?” he pestered. “Yes, I’m sure. I’m not hungry,” she shook her head. “Okay, if you’re not hungry, then I’m not hungry too,” he said, moving closer to her. They consummated their marriage pleasurably.

Creating Beautiful Memories

They enjoyed their getaway for the next seven days. The tourist center had many beautiful sights. They enjoyed sightseeing, delicious foods, and diverse cultures. They even ventured into the town to create more memories. Jabir got things for his first wife, showing his thoughtfulness.

Staying Connected

While in Port Harcourt, Jabir made sure he also reached out to Amirah every day to ask how she was faring. Amirah also reached out to him every day and almost every hour, including odd hours. He wasn’t angry, and neither was Naila. She knew what she had signed up for.

Heartfelt Conversations

The night before their departure from Port Harcourt, the couple chatted warmly into the night. “I’m going to miss you so much,” Naila said as she held onto his arm. “I’ll miss you too. But then, I’ll be with you in five days again,” he replied, kissing her cheek.

Thoughtful Considerations

“Are you sure you’ll be comfortable with the 5-day sharing? Won’t you be stressed out too much? I’m thinking you should make the sharing seven days,” Naila suggested. “Ain’t you the one saying you’re going to miss me now? Why are you suggesting seven days again when five days will get us back together faster?”

A Thoughtful Gesture

“Awwwwwww!” He hugged her. “Thank you so much for watching out for me. You’re such a thoughtful damsel. I love you.”