in Oct 26th, 2021 i wrote about My Fibroid Journey. I can’t believe I’m about to go down this lane again of writing about fibroids. There was a time I dreaded the word “fibroid”, sadly because for almost 3 years, fibroid took charge of my life, I couldn’t have a...
I didn't blame Maryam Sanda when she was found guilty of stabbing her darling. I wish I had her courage. I am in shackles. They used to have roses growing on them before now but all have finally become rusty old chains around my neck, arms, and feet. I cry all the...
I scrolled through Facebook reading posts to keep myself away from boredom, reacting to funny posts and commenting on some. "I will take a leap of faith and settle down!" These were the exact words written on the post. The man who made that statement had found his...
One night, the whole family was watching the television after dinner. As usual, I was with my phone as Telenovelas were not as interesting as Kamal, my new boyfriend. My dad had walked in. My brothers had whined in protest before my dad even held the remote. We knew...
It didn’t have to take a soothsayer or a magician to tell me that Abba was mad. Of course, I’d envisioned it, it was bound to happen, I knew this was how it would turn out, but knowing didn’t make it easier. There was a fraction of me, just a little part of me that had hoped Abba would understand, that the man who had loved and raised me so well would dare to trust me, just once more like he always did. His face said otherwise.
“Saminu”. Abba called out, I cringed for disappointment was laced heavily in his voice. “This is what I get for all my efforts, right? This is what I get for using my hard-earned money to send you abroad to study, right?”
I sat up a bit from where I sat, the brown rug a sharp contrast from my white kaftan. The air conditioner was on, making the room cool and airy, but I still felt sweat perspire down my forehead. Abba had always been a reasonable man, but now, reason had gone out the window.
“Abba, I know you’re angry and rightly so. But when you come to think about it, it’s not all that bad. This is something that has changed life, brought happiness and created many new opportunities and will even continue to do so. Science has just brought a new way of making life easier”. Even as I rambled on, I could see Abba shaking his head disapprovingly. He didn’t agree with my point of view.
“Listen, son, you young folks think you know everything. There’s a way the world operates and come thousands of years, it will continue to do so. There are things that will always remain the same. Samir, don’t argue this with me and I forbid you from doing what you planned to do. I fear that if you go ahead and do this, you won’t have someone to call your father”.
I gasped for I knew that my mind was made up even before I broached the topic to Abba. It was time to choose myself, to trust in what I believed was right, even if it meant losing a father.
Four years had passed without setting eyes on the man I formerly called father, it has been four lonely years of wishing I could see him, touch him, hug him one more time and tell him about the man I’ve become. The man he had raised me to be, a man of honest virtue, and to let him know that despite who I am and what I believe, I was still his son.
It has been four years since I became a sperm donor.
There I was in front of Umaima's house, waiting for her to come outside. I have been coming to see her for a month now. I hoped to make my intentions known to my parents as soon as possible. Little did I know that Umaima would be getting married soon. She sent her...
I could not believe my eyes at first but then I had caught my friend who just got married cheating on her husband. It was just two weeks after this friend of mine had tied the knot in their hometown. I was very happy for her although I was not in attendance...
It may seem shocking to you but I am a twenty-seven-year-old Muslim and I do not fast. You may think I would have a medical backup or a particular reason why, but I don't. Fasting is not for me; I just couldn't do it as much as I have tried. I grew up in a home where...
Safiyya was in the middle of making her bed when her phone rang. It was her friend Hamra calling. After she picked, she was greeted with Hamra’s chirpy voice yelling, “Amaryaaaa!” Safiyya laughed and replied, “Hamra you’ll never change. How are you?” “I’m good o, ya...
Ramadhan is a lunar month every Muslim looks forward to. It is a time most people want to stay close to family, do more good deeds, and indulge in devotional acts and the like. It is also a time a lot of people deem fit for them to get married. Why is that, What's the...
I am married with a kid now. I know that sometimes it's confusing when it comes to trying to select a partner with whom you want to live the rest of your life. I might have made a mistake and I'd like you to hear me out. Zuwairah is a classy young lady, though I was...
Life after the four walls of a university contains so many choices. Initially, you are happy that you just crossed a great hurdle only to be faced with the harsh labour market you've been hearing about since your undergraduate days. I got back home and soon it...
I've met scumbags of different sizes with colours of problems that I cannot describe. Men! I despised some of them because they act like they were born with their brains in between their legs. Their lack of control was something else. I thought I had seen it all until...
He bore his eyes into her welled-up ones searching for the truth and nothing but the absolute truth. Kamal wants her to falsify the newfound information and he'd believe her without question regardless of the proof his sister has put forward. He knew his siblings...
She was slowly cracking and they could sense it. It made them wonder what and why they did what they did to her. Do they truly deserve to be named parents? Cause the current situation states otherwise. Her mother inch forward urging Aneesah to move back, stopping her...
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