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Roshbee Stories, Ogun (2026)

11/06/2026

SCAR

A STORY BY ADEBAYO ROSHEEDAT ABISOLA RoShBeE

EPILOGUE

Their honeymoon began with Umrah. It felt like Allah sealed their marriage in His mercy.

From the moment Muhammad held Fatimah’s hand on the flight to Makkah, she knew this wasn’t just a honeymoon, it was healing, visiting the Holy Land.

When they saw the Ka’abah together for the first time, Fatimah broke down completely.

“Allahu Akbar…” She whispered through tears.

Muhammad stood beside her quietly, his hand firm in hers, his own eyes wet. They're two hearts finally finding peace in the house of Allah.

They performed Umrah together slowly, gently, as if afraid to miss a single moment of the sacred journey. Muhammad kept checking on her constantly.

“Are you okay?”

“Drink Zamzam.”

“Don’t stress yourself.”

Fatimah would always smile with his special treats.

“You’re behaving like I’m made of glass.”

“You are my wife.” He'll always reply proudly.

That trip changed everything because It didn’t just feel like a honeymoon. It felt like a beginning written in Jannah’s ink.

When they returned home, their life settled beautifully. And reality shifted, Fatimah missed her monthly cycle.

At first, she ignored it. Then the tiredness came, with nausea and she was always in emotional silence. Muhammad noticed before she said anything.

“You’re different lately.” He observed one morning.

“I’m just tired.”

“You’ve been saying that for weeks.”

Three days later, he came home with a pregnancy test and Fatimah froze.

“Khayr!” Fatimah exclaimed calling the name he gave him

“Babe, calm down.” He said calmly.

“We’re married.”

The house turned into chaos when she finally agreed to take it. And when the result showed two clear lines, Muhammad’s voice shook the entire house.

“AM POTENT?! YA ALLAH!” He went on Sujudul shukr.

Fatimah laughed until tears fell, “alhamdulillah" is all she could say. Muhammad just stood there holding the test like it was the most expensive gift in the world. Then he turned to her and hugged her so tightly.

“So fast…” He whispered.

“Allah really loves me.”

From that day, he became overprotective. Extremely careful and motionally restless.

“What did you eat?”

“Why are you standing?”

“Sit down.”

“Don’t stress yourself.”

Meanwhile, life around them continued in tranquility, and barakah.

Balkiss had fully resumed working and had become extremely responsible, surprisingly more organized than everyone expected. She became the “always available” helper in the family, balancing work and home duties like she had always been born for it.

Faizah, on the other hand, gained admission into university. The day she got her admission letter, she screamed so loudly the whole compound thought something had happened.

“I MADE IT!” she cried, jumping around.

Faruq remained stuck in school. Law courses were not smiling at him. Every time Fatimah visited the family group, he would complain dramatically.

“My sister is giving birth and I am still reading case laws.” He would complain bitterly.

Then came the first scan, both arriving at the hospital for checkups. That day, Muhammad looked more nervous than Fatimah herself.

The scanning room was silent, the doctor checked carefully. And after a while, he smiled.

“Congratulations.”

“You’re carrying triplets.”

“Trip… what?” Muhammad was shocked.

“Three babies.”

“Alhamdulillah, my Lord is just too merciful." Fatimah burst into laughter immediately.

Muhammad sat down slowly like his strength left his body.

“Ya Allah…” he whispered and went to Sujudul shukr.

"I'm potent? And he even wiped my tears massively.

Muhammad started crying, tears streamed down her cheeks. Even the doctor was confused, only Fatimah understood. Hkissed Fatimah’s forehead repeatedly.

“Allah has blessed me beyond understanding.”

Lamba heard about Fatimah’s marriage for a long time, he said nothing. But one evening, he sat alone and whispered painfully, his life hasn't been balanced or normal.

“I lost a woman Allah honored.” Regret stayed with him quietly

Mardiyah watched from afar as Fatimah’s life blossomed and it broke her. Because she knew…

She had once touched something pure with bitterness and had lost it forever.

Nine months later

Fatimah went into labour. After hours of pain, prayers, and tears, she gave birth. Two boys and one girl, Triplets.

Muhammad cried before he even saw them properly.

“My children…” He whispered and went to Sujudul shukr.

Mrs Tenigbore almost fainted from joy, everyone was happy and shared the joy with her family. Khadijah wasn't in Nigeria but Ummu Muslimoh showed up for the two.

When her father, Mr Lateef heard the news, he sat down quietly for a moment, then smiled deeply.

“My daughter… has truly been blessed.”

That same night, he came to see her from Lagos. He stood by her bedside and held her hand.

“I am proud of you.” he said and Fatimah cried in his arms, remembering her mother.

Muhsin and Muhsinah had started school and stayed mostly with Mrs Tenigbore, who proudly took them to school every morning like it was her personal mission.

“My grandchildren are my full-time job.” She would always say proudly.

Muhammad would still look at Fatimah like he was seeing her for the first time. And Fatimah would still smile shyly whenever he called her my wife.

Because love didn’t fade in their home. It matured, healed and stayed. When Fatimah sat quietly with all her children around her, she would whispered, appreciating Allah

“Ya Allah… You really replaced my pain with mercy.”

LESSONS FROM SCAR

1. Zina is haram for protection, not punishment
Allah forbade zina to protect hearts, dignity, and families. Emotional and physical relationships outside halal boundaries often lead to pain, confusion, and long-term scars.

2. Actions have emotional consequences
Silence, betrayal, and emotional neglect can deeply wound a person and affect their ability to trust again.

3. Cheating destroys trust and future peace
Mardiyah’s betrayal in marriage shows that infidelity does not only break a home, it destroys respect, peace, and emotional stability for everyone involved.

4. Wickedness eventually leads to regret
Harmful actions within relationships and families may seem unnoticed at first, but time often brings regret and emotional consequences.

5. Parental neglect leaves lasting scars
Emotional absence or nonchalant parenting, like Mr. Lateef’s earlier attitude, can shape children’s struggles and emotional instability.

6. Loss without proper guidance deepens pain
When children lose a parent and lack emotional support, they grow up carrying silent wounds that affect their development.

7. Regret can come late but still open the door to healing. Mr. Lateef’s remorse shows that acknowledgment of past mistakes can still bring reconciliation and healing.

8. Communication is stronger than silence
Muhammad’s emotional withdrawal nearly damaged his relationship with Fatimah, proving that silence often causes more harm than truth spoken in love.

9. Marriage is mercy, not perfection
A successful marriage is built on patience, forgiveness, emotional responsibility, and continuous effort.

10. Allah restores broken hearts beautifully
Even after betrayal, pain, and trials, Allah can replace scars with peace, love, and unexpected blessings.

AUTHOR’S NOTE

Alhamdulillah, all praise is due to Allah who made SCAR possible from beginning to end. Every chapter, every emotion, every tear, and every moment of healing was written by His permission alone.

SCAR is more than a story of love; it is a reflection of human weakness, emotional healing, family struggles, and most importantly, Allah’s mercy that never leaves a servant unchanged. If there is anything to take away from this story, let it be that no pain is permanent, and no SCAR is beyond Allah’s healing.

I was in one of my darkest moments when I started writing this story, but Alhamdulillah, I found healing along the way as the story unfolded.

Whatever you may be facing right now, remember that in Allah lies endless mercy. No pain is permanent, and no heart is beyond His healing. May Allah grant us ease, accept our struggles, and forgive our shortcomings.

To everyone who believed in me as a writer, supported my journey, and waited patiently for updates, may Allah reward you abundantly.

And to every heart still healing from its own SCARS…May Allah mend you gently, replace your pain with peace, and write for you a better ending than you ever imagined.

This is not just the end of a story… It is a reminder that Allah always writes better chapters.

Aaamin

Adebayo Rosheedat Abisola (RoShBeE)

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08/06/2026

SCAR

A STORY BY ADEBAYO ROSHEEDAT ABISOLA (RoShBeE)

Chapter Thirty-Seven (37)

GRAND FINAL

Fatimah woke up slowly to the soft sound of distant voices from outside. For a few seconds, she remained still on the bed staring blankly at the ceiling while morning sunlight slipped gently through the curtains. Then reality settled, today was her wedding day, and her heart skipped immediately.

Fatimah sat upright slowly, pressing her palm against her chest as nervousness and excitement rushed through her body together.

“Ya Allah…” She whispered.

A smile slowly found its way to her lips before she buried her face shyly inside the duvet. She was getting married today, not tomorrow, not someday but today. And somehow, the thought still felt unreal.

Beside her, Muhsinah stretched softly in sleep while Muhsin remained curled peacefully. Fatimah stared at her babies emotionally before tears gathered in her eyes again.

Her life had changed so much. From pain to peace, from fear to comfort. Allah still wrote happiness for her after everything, her mistake that almost ruined her. Without wasting time, she observed her Subhi prayer. Fatimah started crying after her prayer as she remembered her mother.

“My mom." She cried, her pictures playing in her head.

Meanwhile, across the house, Muhammad had been awake long before Fajr completely disappeared from the sky. He had his salah and returned to his room. Sleep barely touched him throughout the night.

Every few minutes, he kept checking the time like morning was refusing to arrive fast enough. He stood before his mirror adjusting his white inner wear slowly while smiling helplessly to himself.

Today, Fatimah will officially come home with him today. And he'll be leaving his father's house.

No more stolen glances through mirrors. No more careful boundaries. No more pretending not to miss her in the same house. A knock landed on his door before Mrs Tenigbore entered dramatically already dressed halfway.

“My groom!” She hailed and Muhammad laughed immediately.

“Mummy, good morning.”

“You've been smiling alone since yesterday.”

“I can’t help it.”

“Alhamdulillah.” Mrs Tenigbore touched her chest emotionally.

“My son finally found peace.”

Outside, both families were already fully awake preparing for the day.

At the Lateef’s house, aunties moved around with trays while cousins shouted over missing heels and makeup bags.

Khadijah practically turned herself into assistant coordinator while Ummu Muslimoh ran from one side of the house to another with phone calls.

“Who packed the gifts?”

“Where’s the perfume package, that's the men's gifts?”

“Who touched the souvenir list?”

Fatimah laughed helplessly from her room, hearing the noise.

At Tenigbore's house, Balkiss was even worse as she made herself the big day police.

“Faruq stop eating meat!”

“Who moved mummy’s bag?”

“Where’s Muhsin’s cap?”

“You are not the wedding planner,” Muhammad reminded calmly while passing.

“I’m emotionally involved!” Balkiss defended immediately.

By late morning, Fatimah was fully dressed. And the moment she stepped out of her room, silence followed naturally.

Her dress flowed elegantly around her with soft details resting perfectly against her figure. The jewelry glittered softly against her skin while her neatly styled hijab framed her beautiful face perfectly. No excessive makeup which complimented her beauty.

“Allahu Akbar…” Khadijah whispered emotionally. Even Ummu Muslimoh paused completely.

“Our friend is beautiful.”

“Please don’t start crying.” Fatimah immediately looked down shyly.

Before leaving for the hall, Fatimah quietly excused herself and walked slowly toward Muhammad’s room. Her heart beat wildly the closer she got and she knocked the door.

“Come in.”

Muhammad looked up immediately the moment she entered. And forgot what he wanted to say. For some seconds, he simply stared at her as if he's just seeing her for the first time. He's completely speechless.

Fatimah suddenly became shy under his gaze and she ruined the silence..

“What?” She asked.

Muhammad stood slowly from the bed and walked toward her quietly.

“You’re beautiful.”

Fatimah lowered her eyes immediately, and she blushed. Muhammad smiled before pulling her gently into his arms, it's a calm and warm embrace

Fatimah relaxed against him slowly while his hand rested protectively against her back.

“Mine.” Muhammad whispered emotionally.

Muhammad gently adjusted the edge of her hijab properly while Fatimah smiled and straightened the front of his agbada carefully.

“You look handsome too.”

“Too late to change your mind now.”

“You're my answered prayer." Fatimah said and tears gathered in her eyes.

“Fine girl…” Muhammad noticed immediately.

“Don’t cry today.”

Fatimah nodded quickly but the tears escaped anyway.

“You promised me.”

“I know…” She laughed through tears.

Muhammad sighed affectionately before bringing out a small velvet box from the table beside him. Fatimah blinked in confusion.

"Close your eyes.”

“Muhammad?”

“Now, open it " He said and displayed the box before her.

" Car keys?” Fatimah stared at him in shock immediately.

“You’ll be taken with your car.” He said Fatimah gasped.

“Muhammad…”

“My wife deserves beautiful things.” He placed the keys carefully inside her palm.

Fatimah hugged him tightly immediately and started crying properly against his chest. Actual hiccups followed. Muhammad laughed helplessly while rubbing her back gently.

“You promised me not to cry.”

“You’re making it difficult!” She complained emotionally.

Hours later, the wedding hall looked breathtaking. Massive chandeliers reflected warm golden light beautifully across the ceiling while elegant white drapes flowed around the hall like clouds.

Fresh flowers decorated every corner delicately. Soft candles rested on transparent centerpieces. Gold-trimmed chairs lined perfectly around the hall. The stage itself looked royal yet modest. Not too loud, nor excessive.

At the entrance, groomsmen dressed in matching outfits welcomed guests while the bridesmaids moved around elegantly beside Khadijah and Ummu Muslimoh, who were leading the female guests inside.

Ummu Muslimoh practically supervised everything herself.

“No empty table!”

“Fix that flower!”

“Where’s the drinks section?”

Even the decorators became scared of her.

Outside the hall, luxury cars lined beautifully one after another. Then Muhammad arrived. The moment his car stopped, cameras flashed immediately. Muhammad stepped down calmly in his richly embroidered agbada, looking every bit like royalty.

Faruq whistled loudly from behind, he's part of the groomsmen.

“My brother-in-law is fresh!”

Muhammad laughed at his joke.

Not long after the groom was called in, another car approached slowly. It's the bride, Fatimah’s car. The same car Muhammad gifted her. The hall shifted with excitement.

“She’s here!”

"The bride is coming.”

The door opened gently and Khadijah stepped out first before helping Fatimah carefully. And immediately, everybody stared. Fatimah looked breathtaking.

Muhammad’s eyes softened completely the moment he saw her walking toward the hall beside her bridesmaids. The ceremony itself felt peaceful and emotional. Prayers filled the atmosphere. Advice, laughter and happiness.

Then finally, the wedding ceremony ended, Mr Lateef called Fatimah closer privately. The older man placed both hands gently on her head.

“My daughter…” His voice cracked immediately. Fatimah’s eyes filled too.

“You suffered quietly.”

“But Allah honored you beautifully.” He paused briefly trying to control his emotions.

“May Allah bless your home.”

“May no sadness enter your marriage.”

“May Muhammad never be the source of your tears.”

“Ameen.” Fatimah whispered, crying softly.

Mr Lateef hugged her tightly immediately. And both broke down emotionally again. Even relatives nearby wiped their eyes.

Gifts filled almost one full section of the hall afterward. Boxes, packages, home appliances, perfumes and cash gifts. Indeed , her wedding was among the best.

Mrs Tenigbore's friend proudly carried Muhsin at her back while Muhsinah slept comfortably at her back throughout the event.

“My grandchildren are tired already,” She laughed warmly, showing Fatimah

It was time for Fatimah to leave. The moment broke everybody emotionally. Faizah cried openly. Khadijah cried. Ummu Muslimoh cried dramatically. Even Faruq’s eyes turned red despite pretending to be strong.

Fatimah hugged everybody repeatedly while tears refused to stop falling. Muhammad held her hand gently and led her toward the car, the waiting couple's car.

The mansion glowed beautifully under warm exterior lights while flowers decorated the entrance softly. Muhammad stepped out first before opening her side carefully. Fatimah stared quietly at the house emotionally.

“Welcome home,” Muhammad whispered beside her.

He gently held her hand and walked her inside. The house looked breathtaking, everything smelled new, fresh and warm. Beautiful cream walls, elegant chandeliers, modern furnishings, and soft lighting.

Muhammad led her upstairs slowly before opening a large double door, it's their dressing room. Fatimah gasped at what he just saw, she wiped her eyes.

“Am I dreaming?"

One entire side was filled beautifully with shoes, handbags, jewelry and neatly arranged dresses in different colors and styles.

The other side carried Muhammad’s suits, kaftans, wristwatches and shoes arranged perfectly. Fatimah turned slowly in disbelief.

“All these…”

“Yours.” Muhammad replied simply.

“You planned all this?” Fatimah looked at him emotionally again.

“I’ve been waiting for you.”

The exhaustion from the long wedding day settled gently around them as they retired to their room together, grateful, emotional and deeply aware that a new chapter of life had begun for both of them. And they had their first memorable night together.

The next morning arrived softly. Sunlight slipped through the curtains while Fatimah remained curled beside Muhammad peacefully. He woke up at Subhi and they both prayed and returned to their sleeping.

For a few seconds, neither spoke. Muhammad simply stared at her, smiling quietly.

Fatimah eventually opened her eyes slowly and immediately became shy seeing him fully awake.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Muhammad smiled.

“I’m still thanking Allah.”

Fatimah hid her face shyly inside the duvet while he laughed quietly.

Muhammad and Fatimah finally found home in each other.

THE END

A STORY BY ADEBAYO ROSHEEDAT ABISOLA RoShBeE

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04/06/2026

SCAR

A STORY BY ADEBAYO ROSHEEDAT ABISOLA (RoShBeE)

Chapter Thirty-Six (36)

Fatimah ran to her room with her heart beating wildly against her chest.

“Goodnight… husband.” She mumbled to herself, and bit herself.

“Ya Allah. Why did I say that?”

She quickly shut the door behind herself and leaned against it immediately, covering her burning face with both palms.

“Muhsinah’s mother, what is wrong with you?” She whispered to herself shyly.

But the smile on her lips refused to disappear. And she thought everything was a dream, because it's getting beautiful beyond her thoughts and she never knew she could be happy like this in her life.

Across the house, Muhammad entered his room too, loosened the top button of his kaftan and sat slowly at the edge of the bed.

He laughed softly to himself, the moment he spent with her was the best he had all over the year of waiting. Her smile, her crying, her teasing and her last words “Good night husband." All played in his memories and he felt like having more words with her, she is the honey of his life.

“Husband…” He repeated again, feeling joy all over him.

“Ya Allah…” He rubbed his face slowly and shook his head.

His phone vibrated and his heartbeat jumped. His wife, Fatimah, just sent a message. Happiness almost wound him and it spread all over his body. Muhammad sat properly before opening the message.

"Are you sleeping?” Muhammad read her message smiling.

*No.”

“I was about to ask you the same thing.” Fatimah stared at his message and smiled into her pillow immediately.

“I thought responsible husbands sleep early." Fatimah typed and Muhammad laughed softly.

“Responsible wives shouldn’t be awake too.” He replied and Fatimah bit her lower lip shyly.

“Hmm, you've started again.” Fatimah typed.

“That “hmm” looks suspicious.” Muhammad complained.

“I regret calling you husband.” She complained and Muluhammad nearly laughed aloud.

“Oh girl!" Muhammad typed and Fatimah started laughing.

"Delete it from your memory." Muhammad teased.

“Impossible.” Fatimah buried her face inside her pillow again.

Second passed, minutes passed again. Neither of the duo wanted the conversation to end.

“Did you eat properly today? Muhammad asked, trying to elongate their conversations.

" You barely touched your food after the aqd.” Fatimah smiled softly, replying to his words.

“I ate later.” Fatimah replied.

“Mummy practically threatened me. And I eat small.” Muhammad replied.

“You stress too much when you’re nervous.”

“I was nervous today. Very nervous." Muhammad emphasized confessing.

“I know. But why?"

“Your fingers were shaking." Muhammad added and Fatimah blinked.

“You noticed?” She asked.

“I noticed everything.” Muhammad replied and Fatimah dropped the phone on the bed dramatically.

“Ya Allah…”

Then picked it again after a few seconds.

“You’re dangerous Muhammad."

“How? My love, I'm not.”

“You say things calmly and then scatter someone’s heart.”

Muhammad leaned back against the wall smiling helplessly at his screen.

“And you call someone “husband” casually and expect peace? You're my wife, free with me. You're half of me and the best part of me. I love you, you've completed my Deen. My queen, I love you." Muhammad confessed again Fatimah gasped listening to his voicenotes.

Fatimah laughed quietly into the darkness of her room. Beside her, Muhsin turned slightly in his sleep while Muhsinah stretched tiny fingers.

Fatimah adjusted them carefully before returning to her phone again.

"The babies are sleeping peacefully.” Fatimah changed the topic.

“Babe, don't you want snacks. I'm hungry." Muhammad complained and Fatimah became silent.

“Bye!" Fatimah typed and he called her number which she refused to pick.

“Are you angry? Who should I love if not you? Who should I tell I love you, if not you? Good night.” Muhammad typed trying to win over her heart and she typed immediately

"Are you angry?” She typed.

"Yes,” He replied and called her number. She picked it immediately.

Then they talked, gist and laughed on the phone like someone that they've seen for a very long time. You wouldn't know they're both in the same house because their conversations and energy were giving “I miss you.”

Gradually, the time ran fast to 12:47am. And in a blink of an eye, it jumped to 1:13am and both are still in a thrilling conversation not ready to go to bed. They're both smiling at screens like teenagers discovering feelings for the first time.

“What are you thinking about?" Muhammad asked a funny question.

“My man.” Fatimah replied, still smiling.

" Your man? Who is that?” Muhammad teased

"You nah! You've started again." Fatimah complained and he started laughing.

“Let's go to bed, this is past 2." Fatimah complained.

“I can't sleep alone, I'm not sleepy talking with you." Muhammad replied and Fatimah was confused.

“Didn't you sleep alone before?" She thought to herself.

"Goodnight before you say another thing.”

“Trying to run away again?”

“Yes.”

“Sleep well, and dream about me.”

“And..You too”.

“Thank you for choosing me.”

"Thank you for accepting me.”

“This is 2:48 am. We really need to sleep now.”

"Good night my woman.”

“Goodnight husband.”

Then laughed softly into the darkness of his room.

The night was longer than usual as Fatimah wanted to sleep but her painful menstrual pain started freshly and gradually intensified.

Muhammad barely slept throughout the night. Even after their conversation ended past 2am, his smile remained stubborn on his face. He kept replaying her sleepy voice calling him husband again and again inside his head.

Around dawn, he heard movement outside the sitting room. At first, he ignored, thinking it's his mother, Mrs Tenigbore was awake for Tahajjud. Then another soft sound followed. A muffled groan
Muhammad sat upright immediately.

“It sounded like Fatimah.”

"Who is that? At 4:30 am?”

Without thinking twice, he stepped out quietly. The sitting room was dimly lit and silent except for another painful groan coming from the corridor. And he recognized her voice immediately.

“Fatimah?” Muhammad called softly but got no response.

Fatimah was crouched slightly beside the wall near the bathroom, one hand pressing tightly against her lower stomach while the other supported the wall weakly. Her face looked pale already.

“Ya Allah…” Muhammad’s heart dropped and he rushed toward her immediately.

“Fatimah what happened?” His voice filled with panic.

“It’s nothing…” Fatimah shook her head weakly.

But another sharp pain hit her immediately and she bent slightly again, breathing shakily. Muhammad became fully alarmed.

“Mummy!” He called loudly and everyone awake rushed out, including Faruq.

Mrs Tenigbore rushed out almost immediately tying her wrapper, the voice she heard was in panic.

“What happened?”

Fatimah shut her eyes tightly from embarrassment as everyone rushed to the sitting room.

“It’s… my period.” She whispered weakly.

“Ohhh…” The woman relaxed slightly but Muhammad still looked frightened.

“She can barely stand.” He said worriedly.

“It’s her painful one.” Mrs Tenigbore explained calmly.

Fatimah hated how everybody was suddenly looking at her like she was fragile. Her siblings were confused, Faruq wanted to laugh but hid it, although it's plastered all over his face while Faizah was terrified.

“I’m fine…” She muttered stubbornly, trying hard to dismiss everyone but another cramp hit.

She grabbed the wall sharply, trying to gain her stamina. Muhammad moved closer, giving her support.

“You’re not fine.” He tried supporting her properly but Fatimah quickly shook her head.

“No… no please…” She looked mortified already.

“Please, nobody should enter my room.” She begged weakly.

“Why?” Mrs Tenigbore narrowed her eyes, and she bent by her side.

“I stained the bed…” Fatimah looked away in embarrassment.

For one second, silence filled the sitting room, everyone curious about what they're discussing.

“That’s all?” Mrs Tenigbore smiled knowingly.

“Mummy…” Fatimah nearly cried from shame.

“My daughter, this is normal.” She added but Fatimah still looked uncomfortable.

Muhammad finally understood why she had stayed in the bathroom for so long earlier instead of asking for help.

“You’ll rest better on your bed than squeezing yourself here.” He spoke gently but Fatimah shook her head immediately.

“No one should enter please.” She looked genuinely distressed.

“Okay okay.”Mrs Tenigbore nodded.

“Rest in Muhammad’s room while we clean yours.”

“Mummy!” Fatimah almost gasped loudly. Even Muhammad blinked from surprise.

“I’ll sleep in my room.” Fatimah insisted stubbornly.

She tried standing properly but immediately another terrible cramp seized her stomach. A painful gasp escaped her lips. Before she could protest again, Muhammad bent slightly and carried her completely in bridal style to his room.

“Muhammad!” Fatimah whispered in shock, grabbing his shoulder.

“Relax.” He said , still heading to his room.

The entire house became quiet watching them. Even Balkiss, who had just stepped out sleepily, froze completely. And she exchanged shocking glances with Faizah.

“Awwwn…” She whispered dramatically.

“Balkiss.” Muhammad warned immediately but they all started laughing.

“I’m quiet.” She zipped imaginary lips.

Fatimah buried her face against Muhammad’s shoulder completely from embarrassment while he carried her carefully into his room.

He placed her gently on the bed like something precious, adjusted the duvet over her body properly and lowered the fan speed slightly.

“You should sleep.”

Fatimah looked too weak to argue anymore.

“I’m coming. Trust me, you'll be fine.” He assured her softly. Then he quietly left the room.

The moment Muhammad entered Fatimah’s room, he finally saw the stained bedsheet properly.

“Ya Allah…” Instead of disgust, pity filled his chest completely.

He carefully removed the bedsheet himself and took it straight to the washing machine. Then he searched through her wardrobe awkwardly for another bedsheet.

By the time Mrs Tenigbore entered the room, she paused in surprise.

“You’re cleaning?”

“It's my right." Muhammad shrugged lightly.

“May Allah bless you. My son is sweet." The older woman smiled proudly.

“Sweet like sugar." Balkiss added pepping.

“Yellow like fanta" Faizah added and Faruq started laughing. But Muhammad was determined and he ignored all their gibberish.

He arranged the room neatly, swept the floor, adjusted the babies’ clothes scattered around and even folded tiny wrappers carefully.

Mrs Tenigbore with others stood by the door watching him silently, while he enjoyed what's he's doing.

“My son truly loves her.” She whispered to herself emotionally.

“And he's romantic." Faruq added and gave them an I don't care look.

By the time Muhammad returned to his room almost forty minutes later, Fatimah was already asleep. Her face still looked tired and traces of dried tears remained at the corner of her eyes.

Muhammad stood there quietly watching her for some seconds. Then slowly, he sat beside the bed carefully so that he wouldn't wake her. His eyes moved to the slight frown still resting on her face even in sleep.

“She was crying because of the pain…” He muttered sadly.

Muhammad quietly brought out his phone immediately. And for almost one hour, he searched online seriously like a man preparing for an exam.

“How to relieve severe menstrual cramps.”

“What helps period pain fast.”

“Foods for menstrual pain.”

“Heat therapy.”

“Pain relief methods.”

By morning, past 10, Muhammad had already ordered almost everything he saw repeatedly recommended. Heating pads, pain relief patches, herbal tea, chocolate and pain relief medication.

And a menstrual relief belt he found online after reading countless reviews. When the delivery arrived that morning, Balkiss nearly screamed from excitement.

“Ha! Brother!”

“You bought half of the pharmacy?”

Muhammad ignored her and carried everything straight into his room quietly. He arranged the items neatly beside the bed where Fatimah slept.

Around afternoon, Fatimah finally stirred awake slowly. Her body still ached but not as before. The moment she tried moving slightly, fresh tears gathered in her eyes immediately from the pain. A soft hand gently rubbed her back slowly.

“Easy…” Muhammad’s voice.

Fatimah blinked weakly and turned slightly.He was sitting beside her quietly. Concern written all over his face.

“Should I call my doctor?” He asked, not satisfied with her look.

“No…” Fatimah shook her head weakly.

“I’ll be fine.”

“You’ve been saying that since morning.” Muhammad sighed.

Fatimah managed a tiny smile. He helped her sit up slowly and handed her warm lemon water carefully.

“Drink first.” He said and she obeyed quietly.

“I bought this.” He showed her the relief belt.

“You bought… what?” Fatimah blinked.

“For menstrual pain.”

She stared at him in disbelief before laughing weakly despite herself.

“You searched online?” She asked and nodded.

“For hours.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“I’m trying.” He replied simply.

After wearing the relief belt properly, Muhammad fed her slowly while she leaned weakly against the pillow. The cramps reduced slightly, maybe it acted up because it's her first day and the juice she had last night intensified it.

“Better?” He asked.

“A little.”

“Alhamdulillah.”

Silence settled between them, and the sound of the working fan could only be heard.

“So…” Muhammad paused looking at her. And Fatimah looked at him weakly.

“We’re spending our first date here.”

Fatimah burst into laughter immediately despite her pain.

“You’re blaming me now?”

“Yes.”

“Our first official was in the house.”

“I’m sorry husband.”

“No problem, wife. And tomorrow is Monday.” Muhammad complained.

“There is a public holiday tomorrow." Fatimah hid her face shyly and Muhammad remembered.

"We can go tomorrow.” He promised and both smiled.

“Is this how you always feel?" Muhammad asked as she pressed her phone.

“No, I don't know it's coming. I wouldn't take something sugary. The juice intensified it." Fatimah confessed and Muhammad felt bad.

Days slowly turned into weeks, weeks into a month and it's a day to their wedding day. Fatimah and Muhammad with the hashtag

Ummu Muslimoh, Khadijah and Mrs Tenigbore with her friends planned the event, from the bride stuff, to the list and how the event will be simple yet classic. They leave Muhammad to cater for his affairs as he's male. Fatimah went for baby treatment in a Muslimah spa house. It started from her manicure, pedicure, to her facials and then henna. Her hair was plaited, and hearts were formed at the sides. She had a soft massage last before Ummu Muslimoh drove her home with Khadijah by her side.

“Sisters night is tonight inshaAllah and we're using my place."

“I planned everything. Our Coursemates are coming." Khadijah added and Fatimah only nodded.

“My event planners, you're the best part of me." She appreciated her friends.

“Hmm, what is now my brother then?" Ummu Muslimoh asked, looking at her through the mirror.

“He's my better half and an irreplaceable part of me." Fatimah replied smartly.

To be continued…

A STORY BY ADEBAYO ROSHEEDAT ABISOLA RoShBeE

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