Islamic Stories & Reflections | By Kafayat Olubukola
MIKHAIL Descending down the streaming swamped street from the masjid, my heart and mind filled with ambivalence as I keep dialing her number repeatedly, but only getting the usual response of the network woman – “the number you’re calling is currently not reachable, please try again later”Although it isn’t odd, why is her car parked […]
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AZEEZAH Sweat dripping profusely from every pores of my skin, despite the curtain folded up and the window widely opened. I remove the pin used to hold my large veil to the hijab, release it to fall to hang on my swivel chair’s back rest. Leaving my neck bare though a well rolled turbaned-cap is […]
MIKHAIL By the door, I stand by listening in as I place my ear. Is she really sobbing? I have expected her to retaliate and snapped at me but… Anyway! I wish I had done the right thing! I just can’t tolerate it anymore. I’m the head of the house, she should start learning to […]
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My eyes focusing on him, am I overdoing it again? I turn sideway and frown, silence takes over the room once again. What response should I give him? I remain irresolute for some moments until suddenly it is interrupted by his chuckle as he tickles Mutmainah who titters in return in the bed, leaning over […]
Laying awake in the dead of the night after Mutmainah has filled her stomach with fresh warm breast milk. Even though she has started sitting, suckling in the middle of the night has become a frequent habit of hers. She is growing more beautiful and chubby; the chubbiness, I don’t like but Dr. Zubair has […]
“Idayah, I can’t believe what I’ve heard. I was just a game” I weep. She pats me at the back, “sorry dear, stop crying. That is men for you” I continue weeping. “What reply did you give him?” She asks. “I couldn’t give him any reply, I’ve just been crying” “Even in front of him? […]
For a moment in the sun, as I’m running up and down to cater for the crying Mutmainah, all I can see is his humble self. Ignoring all that has happened, it is as if we are the only beings existing in the world. Ignoring every unfavourable factors, we would have been one of the best […]
“Why didn’t you come out?” Asks Idayah “What should I come to do? I should tell her I’m the girl her husband impregnated and now I have his child?” I retort. “Her husband? If he has become her husband then he is your husband too!” “He isn’t my own husband o, not yet sha! What […]