MY LIFE AT THIRTY : Episode 21 – 30

MY LIFE AT THIRTY
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? EPISODE 22 ?

By Princess ?

I thought of where to go but the only option i had was Aisha’s place, the other brothers that i was close within MSSN are not around as they have all gone to Jihad Camp and for the fact that i still need to go and pick my bag at the mosque in school. I went to the mosque more earlier than usual at exactly 5 minutes past 5. I left the mosque around past 6 and went straight to Oke-Odo.

I didn’t bother to inform Aisha that i was coming to her place, i got to front of her door, knocked on the door with “Salam Aleikum” but i didn’t get a response. I knocked again but there was no response the second time..islamically i shouldn’t enter the room of a lady when there was no response from the occup@nt but with the way i left her yesterday, i was not sure if she was actually okay so i had to try and open the door and to my surprise, the door was not locked. I entered the room and i only saw praying mat on the floor which shows that she actually make use of it not quite long.
I waited inside thinking of where she was until i heard the toilet door opened and here she comes, Aisha was on the most transparent pink night gown i ever seen in my life, she was not even using anything to cover her hair “subhanallahi” i shouted and quickly ran outside.
I waited by the entrance of her door reminiscing what i just saw again, i ran away from home for something and here i am seeing it again. It wasn’t really Aisha’s fault but mine because i shouldn’t have entered her room without hearing any response from her (That is the teaching of the prophet) and it was solely for the reason of what i just saw that prophet Muhammed said so. In fact the prophet teaching goes further to state that a man shouldn’t go on a visit to a lady’s house without going with a kid of between 5-10years.
I was still on my thought when Aisha door opened and she was on a full outfit of black jalamia and grey hijab, i entered and she welcomed me in
Aisha: salam aleikum
Me: Wa aleikum salam…please am very sorry for what happened, i thought you were not inside, i knocked like two times and i had to enter when i didn’t hear any response from you
Aisha: No problem Alfa Abdulrahman
Me: Am very sorry once again…how are you feeling now? How is your hand?
Aisha: Alhamdullilahi, am feeling relieved, thanks very much for yesterday, jazakallahu kairan…
Me: Dont mention hajia…….
Aisha: But i never expected you this early…..
Me: Yes, i just thought i should come and check on you very early since i believe nobody here to take care of you…………
Aisha: Thanks very much
Me: But you should always lock your door from behind anytime you are indoor
Aisha: I forgot to when i came back from mosque and nobody dare enter my house anyhow like that
Me: Ohk……what will you eat this morning
Aisha: What about you? What will you eat? Should i boil rice for us
Me: No problem…i want to go to the mosque later and pick my bag then travel to Ibadan today
Aisha: okay
It was so nice seeing that Aisha was feeling much more better as against the previous day, as we continue to gist, i couldn’t take my mind of the fact of what she look like even though we didn’t sit close to each other but mere looking at her face alone send a signal of her physical structure in the night gown i saw earlier to my head but i tried as much as possible to take my mind off it.

I went to school to pick my bag so i can start going to Ibadan, i got to the mosque and i was told to check my belongings in the store where things are kept. I got there and was surprised the place was locked, nobody knew who locked it as we started asking up and down for the person with the key which proof abortive. I accepted fate and left the mosque around past 3 to Oke-Odo, i was so much in contact with Aisha to know how she was faring and told her i was already on my way to her place after i explained all what happened to her.
I got to her place and made up my mind maybe Almighty Allah didn’t want me to attend the jihad week, i spent much time with Aisha studying with her. We ate bread in the afternoon and i decided to leave her place around past seven with promise that i will check on her first thing the following morning.
I got to my house and was surprise that Amaka was still around with Ismaeel, i was so furious and had to call ismaeel out
Me: when is your visitor going Ismaeel?
Ismaeel: Am very sorry Abdulrahman, i thought you will be going to Jihad week that is why i invited her over but didn’t know you wont be going?
Me: is my camp an excuse for you to bring a lady to the house and be doing this nonsense?
Ismaeel: Oga, its okay now..why will you be telling me am doing nonsense? Are you my father or brother? Am i not old enough to decide what i want for myself? Is the room not my own room too? Remember it was my house before i invited you in to come and stay with me and you cant be dictating how i live my life for me..its my life and i can live it any way that i like….Me pleading to you its only because of the respect i have for you but i seems you don’t want the respect again as am tired of all this your complain..what is bad in what am doing? What have i done? What i did is normal among guys and not everybody will be like you Rahman..you have to live with my kind of person, like i always tell you, learn to live with people with different character and believe. Even Almighty Allah said “semihallahu limon amidahu” (Only allah knows who worship him) so, who are you to judge me. Am tired of all these rubbish abeg…..
“Ismaeel walked out in front of me as i was dumb founded on all what i heard from him, it was just as if he already had me in mind to voice out for me”.
I went back inside, picked two cloth on the hanger inside a nylon and went out of the room. Amaka was even trying to play with me but i never responded to her. I was walking on the street heading toward Zanrab without any destination on my mind. I don’t even have any friend or course mate that i relate to for me to go and sleep in his place for the main time to get myself and know what next to do.

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