Somewhere in West Africa, in the Northern part of Nigeria to be precise, Hadiza was seen lying on the hospital bed, soliloquizing and reminiscing on all what had happened to her at the space of eight years.
“I never knew life could be this cruel and wicked, my dreams, my aims, my hopes has all been shattered by unfortunate circumstances, this is indeed a twist of fate!” she soliloquized amidst uncontrollable downpour of tears. “I was born into a wealthy home, came into this wicked world with a silver spoon but I lost it all, I lost everything. I lost my mom, I lost my dad, I lost my family.” She kept on crying and weeping profusely after remembering her unfortunate past.
“Here is my story.”
“Congratulations Mr. Ahmed, your wife has given birth to a bouncing baby girl,” the doctor said smiling and congratulating Mr. Ahmed, who extended his hand for a congratulatory handshake.
“Alhamdullilah! Thank you thank you,” Mr. Ahmed said smiling and receiving Mr Smith’s, the doctor hand with overwhelmed joy obviously showing on his face.
“Don’t thank me, thank the good Lord,” the doctor said still smiling and happy for Mr Ahmed.
He just nodded my head in agreement and said, “Doctor, can I see her now?”
“Not yet, don’t be in a rush,” he said tapping him on my shoulder smiling and walked to his office leaving him and Usman, his driver in the hospital waiting room to drown in their own happiness.
Mr. Ahmed raised his hands and eyes looking up and muttered “Allah Nagode! (Thank you Allah). How much can I thank you? For four good years of fruitless marriage, you finally heard our cry and blessed us. After all the challenges and pressures from my friends and relatives, you chose to put smile on our faces. Allah ba wani kamar ka (Allah there’s no one like you),” Mr Ahmed kept on thanking Allah for blessing him with a child.
He has been married to Mrs. Halimat for the past four years, but there was no fruit of the womb. His relatives and friends kept on pressuring and advising him to get another wife, claiming his wife’s womb has been destroyed due to countless abortions.
“I married Halimat as a virgin, how possible is it that a virgin has done abortion before?” he said defensively to one of his uncles who was advising him to get another wife, saying that his wife womb has been destroyed due to countless abortions.
He didn’t heed to any of their advices because he love Halimat so much. Getting another wife will hurt her so badly and he’s not ready to share the love and affection he has for his wife with another woman.
Halimat was sitting at the balcony of the house sobbing. Her husband walked up to her and tapped her on the shoulder, she jerked up in shock because she wasn’t in her right state of mind, she was lost in a very deep thought, sobbing and cursing herself silently for not being able to give her husband a child.
“Why are you hurting yourself?” he said moving close to give her a comforting embrace
“I’m sorry, I never kn.. knew you were behind me,” she said with a cracked voice and tears clearly shown on her face. She tried to wipe the tears, but it was too late, Ahmed had already seen her crying.
He embraced her and said, “You don’t have to keep hurting yourself, it’s not your fault that we don’t have a child. Remember that Allah’s time is the best, so wipe your tears, pray instead, all will be fine.”
She kept on crying, but that didn’t stopped him from assuring her that all will be okay until she finally stopped crying.
Two weeks later…
Mr Ahmed was in his office, concentrating on his work and documenting some of the month’s transactions in his computer with his spectacles on, making him look like an old and aged professor. He was in his early thirties, while his wife, Halimat was in her late twenties.
His phone rang, he checked the caller and it was his sister, Hajiya Aisha who was calling
“Good morning Hajiya,” he greeted after picking the call.
“Good morning to you too Ahmed,” she replied on the other end.
“Hajiya how are you doing?”
“I’m fine, what about you?” she asked.
“I’m fine too. How’s Alhaji Sadiq, your husband?” I asked.
“How can you be fine? Tell me Ahmed, how can you be fine?” she pounced on me without answering my question.
“Oh not again sister, I’m very busy right now and not in the mood for this,” I replied knowing fully well where she was heading to
“Why do you choose to let the family down? You are the only son of Baba and ought to bear him a grand son,” she said.
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