BK 2 : Epilogue

8 months later.

My life had taken a roller-coaster-like movie from one scene to another but alhamdulillah through the journey of my life, I'd learnt, experienced and been more m.a.t.u.r.e. I was able to stand firm with my beliefs on the Creator of the creators, the King of kings.

Allah tested us to know who would stay and believe and He said: "Verily after every difficulty is ease". No matter the challenges or situations we found ourselves in, know that Allah would make the way.

Who could believe with everything I'd passed through or with everything that had happened I would still be happy in the end But alhamdulillah I was very grateful to the Almighty for giving me patience and steadfastness to pass through it.

It was said in a hadith that, 'the earth is a prison for the believers and paradise for the unbelievers'. You could never be a strong believer if you don't pass through the challenges, struggles Allah had written for you.

Sometimes we would feel depressed, disheartened or sad angry, saying 'am I the only one?' but trust me. Someone else was passing through what was harder than yours. Then when you feel the sadness and disheartened, perform ablution and pray to THE King of kings. It's only He, Allah who could help no matter when you run to, no one could help except Him.

Our fate had already been written, and everything that had been written inside the book would definitely come true. When something would happen, how it would happen, where it would happen and what would happen. You could never escape it, you just pray to Allah to make you have the patience, faith, belief to pass through it.

And marriage wasn't a bed of roses, the marriage took turns. Sometimes it could be sweeter than honey and sometimes it could be bitter than bile.

Sometimes what you wished for, might not be what you hoped for. And what you hoped for might not be what you wished for. And sometimes what you d.e.s.i.r.ed might not be what you deserved and what you deserved might not be what you d.e.s.i.r.ed. But I pray to Allah to give me what would be the best for me, whether I wanted it or not. Whether I d.e.s.i.r.ed it or not.

If someone told me, I would get married when I was eighteen years old, I would have snorted at the comment. Or if someone told me, I would remarry in my life, I would have fought the person because I would have thought the person was cursing me because I never prayed to remarry in my life.

But here I was happy with the man I later married to even though with all what he did in the past, I'd forgiven him and loved him. And his love continued to grow every day.

Abdullah and his sisters became our source of happiness and I prayed to Him who was the giver of joy, happiness to make them the coolness of our eyes in this world and hereafter.

Wallahi, Allah does make it easy for those who memorized his book. My boy could stutter with words but when it came to the Quranic recitation. He was Maa Shaa Allah.

May Allah guide him to the right path and make the Quran be useful to him this life and hereafter.

I carried Rodiyah who was Taye* and twirled her around, she was giggling showing her gum while Mor'diyyah who was Kehinde* started crying. (Taye - the first among the twins and Kehinde the last).

I carried her also, "awww, jealous baby" I cooed at her while she started to giggle, also showing two pearls of milk teeth. "Aww baby, you've poo" I wrinkled my nose.

"Darling, can you please come?" I called Abdulrahman who was buttoning his sleeve. He came to me and pecked my lips softly before kissing the little stars in my arms.

"What happened S," he asked.

"Sweetie," I said sweetly, "I want to go shower to get ready but these babies, I can't leave them alone. They could roll on the couch and fall" I c.a.r.e.s.sed his beard playfully while he hummed.

He carried both of them without effort. The kids were chubby, for me to carry them together sometimes it made me have aches in my shoulder blades.

"Okay S, bath for Abdullah also and dressed him up" he called, when I got to the stairs I turned around and winked at him with mischief.

"See Ade Mi*, Kenny has poo and she needs her diaper to be changed by helping me with that. And there are some clothes in the washing machine, please continue it and the food is on fire, please check that also and help me to iron Abdullah dress" I said, looking apologetic when I was feeling none. (My Crown).

"What!" I laughed sinisterly in my mind before giving him my best puppy eyes.

"Please, this is what I always do every day. I just want you to help me" I blew a kiss at him before running off, laughing out loud seeing his expression. It was hilarious.

"Abdullah, come have your bath".

"Mom, will dad come?" he asked softly, looking downcast. I felt disheartened to see my boy like this. I hugged me and spoke to him softly.

"Yes baby, he will come" I reassured him with a smile.

"OK," he said with less enthusiasm.

After I was done with bathing, I went down the stairs running with my stiletto in my hand. The food was burning.

"Baby, the food is burning?"

"S" he sighed, looking sorry and slumped on the chair, "Thank God you are here. I don't even know what to do, I was confused"he spoke.

"It's okay"

I went to the kitchen, switched off the cooker before taking out the clothes in the washing machine for spinning.

"Mommy, my shoes "I heard Abdullah screaked.

" I'm coming bibi" I replied while serving the food on the tray.

I went inside for another diaper to change when I heard the babies were crying.

Oh my God, I g.r.o.a.n.e.d internally.

"I'm coming"

I changed their diapers before dressing them in the same dress as mine and Abdulrahman. I took Abdullah's shirt and started to iron it when I heard Abdulrahman shriek. I went there and saw one of the twins had puked over his shirt.

I giggled when I saw him wrinkled his nose in disgust.

"Is not funny" he grumbled, putting off his shirt.

"Yeah, I see," I said sarcastically.

I collected his dirty shirt and took it to the laundry bin before going to dinner to have my meal. I was b.r.e.a.s.tfeeding Taye when she used her free hand to tug my plate and it fell.

"Good, this is good. I don't think we will meet up with the time because we are late already" he announced.

"Issokay, we will. Go wait for me in the car, I'll meet you guys" I responded.

After I was done with the mess, I was sweating profusely. I went to have a quick shower.

I went to meet them in the car, then we drove off. Abdullah with her sisters was sitting in the back seat while I had the shotgun. When we got to  Victoria Island, the traffic was super bad.

By the time we got there, everyone was anticipating outside for us. The program was coming to an end and the judges were waiting for my boy's arrival.

"Abdullah Yusuf Umar" the Mc called while I lifted my boy to the stage. Both of us all looked dishevelled, the December dust was over our dress. I used my cloth to clean my boy's face.

My boy sat on the available chair, the micro-speaker was hung to his ear for his voice to be loud. My boy introduced himself and the judges asked him whether he was ready and he nodded.

The judge was hard. They gave a break to know the winner.

"And the winner of the 2019 Quranic memorization competition is Abdullah Yusuf Umar," he announced while I screamed in joy. Then I kissed my boy all over his face while crying in happiness.

He made me proud.

He made us proud.

He made me proud as a mother.

I was happy.

I clapped and went to the stage not without giving a speech.

"A child's success is on his mother. Why? because mothers are the bedrock of the world. It is rare to see a young boy like mine to be a hafiz at this age without the mother being a hafiz of. The first teacher of a child is a mother. If a mother is illiterate, it is very rare to see the child be literate. And time also. Let our parents make time for our children, they need us. We have to make them feel loved and not neglected. When a child is lacking in school, do not blame the teacher. Ask the mother, because teachers can do everything. It is now our work to make our children successful in this world and hereafter" I smiled softly and everyone clapped for me.

Abdulrahman came to meet me as I was getting down from the stage. He pecked the side of my neck and whispered, "I'm very proud of you S".

Yusuf came to me and smiled, "you did great Sophia".

I was happy he was happy again.

I was happy for him

And we all were happy because verily after every difficulty is ease.

The end

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