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On their phones waiting for the usual late comer, she will surely come with the excuse of cooking supper late. It’s evening and no excuse fits better. Whiles the chat get interesting,  Samira chips in the issue of hijab. “Zulpha dear, about your sudden switch from hijab to turban, and leaving if baby hair out whiles tiring, I am not happy about it as your friend. I have decided to discuss with you so we find common grounds on it and also see what can be done about it. “Hajia Samira one! zulpha teased. I cover up now, even in the house , I dress like this and my parents are ok with it. Sweet hubby to be is also ok with it, but my Mallama won’t let me rest”.  Oh it’s not like that, you see growing up, hijab, I mean full hijab has been a very key part of my life I have come to love and appreciate, and I would love you feel what I feel towards it as well. My mum put hijab on my head as early as age 2. At age 5 she will pin my hijab below my chin and tell me to roll it over my he

SOCIAL MEDIA; WHERE I LOST AND FOUND MYSELF I was eager to know it all, I so wanted to migrate to the 21st century person.  Initially all I wanted was to also get an android phone, I wanted to get busy with my phone like my older sister, I wanted to chat with my friends who also had phones. They use to talk about what they chat about in one group they have on WhatsApp. They discussed the lady on Instagram and those guys on Facebook.  And I finally got myself here, I was here to have fun, I came here to extend my world and to hark back into the lives of celebs who are trying so hard to forget their past.  I came here to gossip, I came here to get updated on the lives of friends, to get affiliated with people I define as successful and to know more people who fall in my definition of beauty. I was that girl who wanted to be a doctor after visiting the hospital, a journalist after watching the news and the owner of an insurance company after comparing the benefits

I DID NOT PRAY ASR " I had known, yet it is at last", this statement  summarises my situation for indeed, "i had known".     It was a Wednesday evening around 4pm when it all happened, i had escorted tall Maimun and taller Saina to pick a troski back home,  they spent almost the whole day at my residence, we talked a lot, and i don't want to mention this in my current situation, but most of what  we spent our time talking about was other sisters.  We did not only discuss their life,  but we dissected their existence, we talked to till Zuhr. I called them my stunt hijabis and one thing i loved about them was how they took their Islamic practices seriously,  even though i was their friend, we attended all the Islamic lectures together, but i could not reach the bar, i was always, for one reason or the other, slagging. It was due to nothing but laziness, and procrastination on my part. I knew i had time to make  things up with my maker before i ........, after

They say seeing is believing and believing is the basics of trust. I have never seen so to me, hearing, and feeling is believing. But my beliefs hardly lead me to trust. I don't even trust the one who walks me around. It is not that i don't want to believe  in them, i just cant help but doubt,  yet i follow every instruction they give me, for i cannot by myself do something's. whether my clothing's are transparent or opaque,  i cannot help but drag them to all parts of my body. I need to cover everything, i need to hide from you what i have never seen myself. My food i only smell and taste, the aroma of food reaches the nose by itself,  but sometimes i cant trust but take a second smell of my food to believe  this is what i am eating. I heard the imam say in the mosque that,  whatever affliction that befall a person on earth eases his affairs in the hereafter, and that we should in all cases trust and thank the Almighty God. Something in me strongly believe in

It became a habit, and it became like the most discussed topic between mum and I. She had her own way of getting it all out of me. She could get me to discuss every single marriage proposal that came my way during my time away from home. Sometimes we discuss past proposals to see if they should be thrashed out or can they still be considered, we then come into the present and jot down new proposals. Amazingly we sometimes even discuss those I think are showing signs of putting in their proposals the next semester I guess. These chats became our most enjoyed ones. Most of them were passive until we landed on an active one. The one that changed my heartbeat and mind pattern. I so wanted the semester to end so I can for once come home for an active chat. I was ready to talk mum into buying my reasons for liking Zayd :). But what I met was not what I expected. My mother was not totally against my choice, but she was a worried about my choice of tribe. She went ahead to say, " You s

Since the announcement of our wedding date,  it has all been good days, our chats have improved as we talk more about how fun life will be together, and how much we wish this time will come and pass as fast as possible. I believe he sleeps better these days because the smiles are unstoppable especially when we are together. But my sleep is being stolen, my nights are as if I am at the last stage of insomnia, that is, if it has stages. I know I brought this upon myself and the best I could have done was to at least tell 'J' earlier about this whole situation,  however my fear never allowed me, and this fear keeps getting worse. Even though he has not asked me about it due to his moral nature, but I know it is something that every man expects of his wife before marriage. ------------------------------------------------ (And do not come near to adultery, it is a shameful deed and an evil, and opening the road to other evils. Surah No. 24, An Noor, Ayat No. 2) ---------------