Tuesday 31 December 2013

Broken Tears Episode 5

I wana say Happy birthday to my dears Hassanat and Husainat Abidjan! I wish you girls all the best in life and thank you for letting me use your pictures as my story cover... *kisses* Yeah we start Episode 5 of Broken Tears today,and after that,we'll enter the 2nd half of the story.... I hope you're enjoying the story xoxo



  Jamal yawned and rolled over on his bed, he'd been reading all night. This WAEC tension wasn't helping matters, he had to read and re-read! He thought of Saffiyah, he wondered what was happening with her. Ever since they resumed from the short break she'd been acting weird. And he'd been so busy with school work and all that he hadn't had time to really talk to her. He sighed and carried he's chemistry note, he rolled over and held the book above him,the moment he opened it, a folded piece of paper fell on his face. He picked it up and flipped it to the other side and immediately recognized the handwriting he saw, just one word ... "Jamal."



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   Aisha sat in the living room having juice and watching TV with her husband, the girls were in the room, reading for their exams. She was about to tell her husband a joke she heard on the radio earlier that day when Maryam walked in; "Mummy, I have a question about something that's been bugging me for a while." Aisha looked up at Maryam curiously, looked over at her husband and sighed, looking at Maryam again; "What is it dear?" Maryam continued with so much confidence; "I want to know why we can't marry any other tribe apart fr......" "Common shut your mouth!" Her mother cut in; "where is that coming from?  You should be studying for your exams and you're here questioning me about marriage at 15! Will you get inside now before I lose it!" Maryam shrugged and walked away. "Aisha! You shouldn't have done that now, that's unfair. If they can't talk to you about issues like this, who would they talk to? It is things like this that make children fall prey to little things they should know about." Aisha frowned; "they're too young to be thinking of such." Ahmad laughed; "how old were we when we got married? These children need us at this stage of their lives, so we have to be there for them, get up let's go to their room." He got up and stretched out his hand, she put her hand in his,got up and walked with him to the girls' room.  


   "I told you not to ask mum that question, now see!" Saffiyah chided Maryam. "Was that the reason why she scolded me like that? As if it was an abomination to ask. Who are we supposed to ask if not them? Mtchwww!" "Calm down Maryam, she was probably in a bad mood. You know how mum gets about issues like this." Just then, there was a knock on their door; "Can we come in?" Their father called out. "Yes daddy" they answered in unison. They came in and sat with the girls on the bed. "Maryam. I'm sorry for snapping at you like that when you came in, I shouldn't have. Forgive me?" "Okay mummy." Maryam answered. "Thank you. The question you asked is a big one but I'll answer it anyway. Marriage is a lifetime thing, once you're in, you're in for better or worse. We all have different cultures and traditions, and its better to stick to what you're used to. Before a child gets married, its the parent's duty to find out all the necessary things about the partner's family to know what they're going into and to decide if its a good idea or not. They'll have to know about the characters they have, what they do and don't do, the kind of diseases or illness common in that family among other things like epilepsy, convulsion, madness and things like that. In most cases like ours, parents insist on intra-state marriage to make it easier for us to find out the necessary things we need to, marrying from another state entirely would make it difficult or even impossible for the parents to do anything, and so most people get married and become unhappy for as long as the marriage lasts, and that's the cause of broken homes in some cases. There are many reasons but to your understanding, I picked out little to tell you. And I do hope you understand my darlings?" "Yes mum." It was Saffiyah who answered, Maryam just stared at their mum blankly; "So girls how is studying going." Their father's voice jolted Maryam back to reality; "Good! Studying is good. Thanks for telling us about this." She answered with a smile.      


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 Saffiyah sat on her chair in class, revising her note before her first paper when a junior student walked towards her; "good morning senior Saffiyah, senior Jamal said he wants to see you." Her heart thumped. "Okay, tell him I'm coming soon." She closed her book and got up, she looked over at her sister who smiled and winked at her. Saffiyah rolled her eyes and left the class.  



   Jamal was a bit shaky, he couldn't believe what he had read in that letter and so he had to see her! It didn't take long before she walked into his class, he moved and she joined him on the seat. He stared at her for a while and she couldn't look at him, she just stared at her hands on the desk and after a while all he could manage to say was; "Why...?" Saffiyah sighed, glad that he broke the silence and also disappointed that she had to answer that question. "Jamal.... I really can't explain this okay? Its just so complicated plus we are still very young to think about anything serious. So I think we should just go our separate ways till we are old enough to decide what we want." Jamal was dazed, he just stared at her mouth as the words fell out. "Saffy, .... Don't do this... Please." "Jamal I'm scared, I'm scared of doing something stupid so I think that's the best thing to do and I'm sorry. Please forgive me okay...?" She had tears in her eyes and he really wanted to wipe them away but a teacher came in; "Take your bags outside and let's get ready for this paper." Jamal turned around to carry his bag and when he looked back, Saffiyah had left.


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   Happy new year everyone!

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