CE FUT MON DESTIN

CHAPITRE 10

After having finished doing everything, Zehma clean up, do the dishes and patati patata, nanani nanana, everyone goes to their room. I take a shower and sit down and call my mother, Alya, tati Ouma and Idrissa calls me. I never call my boyfriend, never I've.

Alya and my mom were laughing when I told them what happened.

By dint of talking all these hours, I wanted to fall asleep but unfortunately it was already time for the prayer of Asr. I do my ablutions and wear a jilbeb and I think why not go downstairs to pray maybe I will find someone there. I go down and as if by magic, I find Jamil reading the Koran. Heheheee, it's a voice of gold or diamond macha allah. I listen a little and talk

Me: many learn but few apply.

He turns around and when he sees me, he closes the Koran.

Him: What do you mean by that?

Me: that of course you learned the Koran and you know what is said about it but you don't practice it.

Him: and What tell you that I don't practice?

Me: today when I called you for prayer, you didn't come.

Him: I took every morning in my room and every fajr.

Me: but it's better than praying in a group because if you take Al fajr in a group, Allah considers that you have prayed all half of the night and it is the same for the Ichaa prayer.

Him: um! I knew it.

Weuuuuuuuh??. Me who took the time to speak, he knew and ..... Ahhhh forget it. AND HOW HE SAID IT.

I hear laughter behind me, I turn around and see Fatima.

Me: why are you even laughing?

She: tkt Jamila, I didn't know. She said still laughing.

Jamil: Fatima comes to pray with us since praying in a group is good. He also said smiling.

In fact, there I am happy because I make them laugh.

She: ok I'm coming.

She goes up and down a minute later and we pray together. During the whole prayer, I was thinking zehma about life....

??:*finger snap *

I straighten up and see Jamil.

Him: It's obvious that you weren't concentrating.

Me:yes

Him: actually I noticed even though I was praying too. But You prayed without praying and maybe that was your whole life.

Me: Laylaaa Jamil!

Him: prayer is something you must devote all your soul to and forget all problems, forget everything that is in this world, your family absolutely everything except Allah SWT.

Fatima: my brother way.Him: you must say to yourself, only God exists, you and God alone in the same place. If you respect God and if you think like I said wallah your prayer will be accepted. Prayer is the first of the things to be accounted for on the day of resurrection. What Allah loves, what can cause your punishment or your reward so tell yourself, maybe I will die after this prayer so I must do everything for Allah to accept it. Cheikh Ahmadou Bamba May Allah be pleased to say if Allah accepted only one of my prayers, maybe I would not pray again. If it was Cheikh Ahmadou Bamba who said that, what about us? Does Allah accept our prayers? Hmm, only he knows. You can see someone who from his childhood until his death, he only prayed but Allah does not accept him. Why? For lack of concentration. As I told you, when you take, As soon as you put your feet on the prayer rug, tell yourself that only you and Allah exist and that you are in front of him, no one else exists. Tell yourself that maybe this is my last prayer. And above all seek protection against Cheytan, because it is he who distracts you, who makes you think of something else, who tells you you have messages to read, you must do this and that. First of all Jamila.....

Fatima: actually I'm here too, huh.

Him: well ok, Above all, seek protection against Cheytan. The SWS prophet whom Allah had promised paradise said in his prayer: Allahouma Inni A 'onzou bika Min Khalbin laa Yakh chaa. Meaning: Ya Allah I seek protection with you from a heart that is not present. He didn't even say Cheytan but a heart that is not present. Which means that in prayer our heart, our soul must be present and forget this low world and think of the reward of Allah for prayer. What hurts me is that many people pray without praying, including myself. Prayer is not just a chore. Put... I mean put your whole heart in prayer and have concentration. It's not because you're in a hurry or whatever, but pray the right way. If you have something very important to do, do it before the prayer so as not to think too much about it, but above all, do it quickly before the time for the prayer passes. And moreover, you should not rush in prayer. Wa salam, I have things to settle.

Me: choukran. Barakalahu fikum. I say smiling.

Fatima:choukran ya Oustaz.

Jamil:tss, and you Jamila, respect my girlfriend.

Me: Let her respect me first.

Jamil: You never have your tongue in your pocket.

Me: I think not.

He gets up and leaves.

I took it again with all the concentration possible and really felt like in another world.

Fatima: Jamila, thank you and at the same time I apologize.

Me: for?

Ells: I apologize because I made a mistake, since you came I kept disrespecting you, I judged you and too badly even. I thank you because you faced Aïcha for me and also her mother. I never thought anyone would dare talk to this family like that. Wallah you're an angel, with everything Aïcha has done to you, you know she's capable of anything but you defended me and also you don't let anything show. When you came I didn't like you, I mean even yesterday I didn't like you and you conquered me in just a few hours. You are strong Jamila, and I swear by Allah that I will pay you this debt.

Me: no but what debt are you talking about, it's just that I wouldn't accept that we talk like that to those who are close.

Her: you considered me a close friend when we only knew each other yesterday.

Me: yes, you are my patient. I say with my best smile.

Her: uh... can I take you in my arms please.

I open my arms and she jumps on me.

??:ahh nice to see that.

She pulls away from me and we see Aunt Nina.

Fatima: Mom, thank you for bringing him here.

Nina: laylaa, yesterday you told me you didn't want it and now this. Hmm, I'm shocked.

Fatima: mdrr, mom after I talk to you ok.

Nina: okay.

I'll spare you until tomorrow, nothing interesting.

I wake up to pray but as usual the house is quiet. I turn on the lights and start knocking on doors.

Me: GET UP.

Ok, I know they heard me, I'm not going to force them to come. I do my ablutions, wear a jilbeb and go down to the living room where I find Uncle Papa and his two wives.

Me: hello. I say while genuflecting.

Them: Salam.

Nina: slept well.

Me: yes alhamdulilah.

Uncle Dad: Bismillah. He stood up to begin the prayer.

??:and you pray without us.

We all turn around and there's Kadia, Fatima and her brother. Ohlolo, I succeeded. I am strong masha allah.

Khady: which angel advised you?

Fatima: Jamilah.

Khady: um. She said looking at me sideways.

Uncle Papa: let's start. Come lead Jamil.

All that's missing is this hra from Diarra and I don't think I can convince her.

At the end of the prayer, we make du'as and uncle dad kept staring at me. I'm not those people who are afraid of looks. You look at me, I look at you. You stare at me, I stare at you until you drown in the terrifying blackness of my iris. What I took from my mother. A shocking look. He still couldn't stop looking at me so that's when the game started that can last longer without blinking lol.

I lowered my head slightly and looked up at him if you understand.

Uncle dad: why this look?

Everyone else turned to us.

Me: uh...a habit I picked up from my mother.Him: I was wondering how you could convince them.

Me: I'm Jamila Fekir uncle dad. The one and only.

Khady: modesty?

Me: Sometimes modesty can be for the weak. And I am far from it.

I get up in deupsi.

Me: I'm going to go, I have to prepare your breakfast.

Nina: Don't be in a hurry, today is Sunday.

I go out and see that Kadia is also following me.

Her: Thank you very much Jamila.

Me: Stop thanking me too. It's normal.

I leave to do some sport and go downstairs to clean up but I see Kadia entering Diarra's room.

Me: don't tell me you're going to do his room.

She: yes and also wash her bathroom.

Me: huh? But she's a girl and she can do it on her own.

Her: But I'm paid for that.

Me: we can exchange please. Now you're going to clean Aunt Nina's and crap crap's apartment and I'm going to clean here.

Her: What are you up to?

Me: nothing, it's just that I see that here it's harder to clean while you prepare meals and dinner.

Her: Since you came, you've been doing stupid things and I know you want to do something.

Me:??. *beaten dog eyes* though. ..

She: rhoooo I accept.

I smile and she goes down. Big girls like them, they can't make their own room and today is Sunday. Everybody is here.

I knock on Jamil's room and he opens right away as if he were at the door.

Him: do you want?Me: aleykum salam.

Him: I don't greet, does that bother you?

Me:thiiip

He widens his eyes and advances dangerously. I don't move but Allah knows that if he takes another step I piss myself. How he looks at him.

Me: I just want to do your room dh.

Him: I don't like your hra noise there.

Me: what the thip.

Him: yes and it's not even you who does it but Kadia.

Me: ehhhh well, now I take care of this apartment.

Him: um! I'm going to do my sport and make sure you finish before I arrive.

Me: gnagnagnagnana.

Him: you are looking for me too much but I don't have your time.

Me you....

Him: don't talk it's good ish.

Wahh, what are these very manners.

I walk into the bedroom and start tidying up. Cheeeeh, he's anything but neat. I open the windows to let the light in but when I opened one, I saw my room. MY BEDROOM? What is my room doing here?

I go out and see that his room is right next to mine. I go into my room and see that also his room through the window that I had opened. If I understand correctly, our rooms are separated by a window. Ahhhh, who drew the plan for this house?

After minutes of observation I go back to his room and continue. I also finish and clean the bathroom. Since there's no one here and my sail bothers me too much there, I take it off but unfortunately, my hair is messed up. Cheuteuteut, and I can't touch them because my hands are dirty. And my beautiful hair wouldn't deserve such an insult from me.

Every time I bend over, there's a strand that gets placed in front of my eyes, over my mouth. The total mess, ok I'm fed up.

I feel hands on my head, and these are trying to tie up my hair. I didn't dare raise my head because already nobody absolutely nobody touches my hair and I had promised myself that only my husband, he would see my hair. I was like that right now???. Who would have believed it? Me, they touch my hair. I didn't want to raise my head because I was so ashamed to raise it and see this someone. I was ashamed towards Allah, he who does not want any man who is not from our family or our husband to see our hair. And above all, I know that my hair is really beautiful, machallah, I don't sell too. It's just that it can charm the one who does it. I would have liked it not to be a guy but already this perfume, and I can clearly see his feet.

I slowly raise my head and see Jamil. Punaiuuh.

Him: You have beautiful hair masha Allah.

I was just like a status, just watching him do it. When he finishes tying them, he puts the veil on me and ties it too.

Him: ok, it's obvious that you didn't want me to see your hair but it was just to help you huh and I'm sorry.

I was just looking at him but this jerk is bursting out laughing.?

Him: I would never have thought that you "Jamila Fekir" would one day be like that. You kinda saw your face. Ohlala??

I didn't even look any further, I only gave him the water that was in the pot I had.

Him: no but wesh??

Me: one we don't touch Jamila's hair, two if you had seen that I didn't have the veil on my head and you know that I am veiled, let me know that you have come and I will put the veil on and three, there's something funny even.

Him: is it my fault if I wanted to help you. I respect veiled women too much and I help them. Is it even a sin and anyway I didn't know that we don't touch your hair, I thought only my father was like that. And also I apologized which Jamil Sylla would never do.

Me:thiiiip, you only apologized because you know you're wrong.

Him: I told you that I didn't like that noise.

Me: I don't care, you know what? Cleans the bathroom on its own

I was going to leave but he blocks my way with his arm.

Him: not so fast girl.

He quickly takes water and pours it for me.

Me: Jamil are you crazy or what?

Him: here is revenge.

I pull back and smile narcissistically.

Him: what are you doing?

He didn't even see the con coming. I took the flush and aimed it at him like a weapon.

Me: revenge young man.

I open and spray it with water. Hihi, he yells at me to stop and at the same time he also pours me water.

??: Wah what the f**k.

We stopped and Ammene our eyes towards the voice and it's Fatima.

Fatima: it even looks like I'm older than you. I'm trying to sleep but your noises keep me from doing so.

We didn't have time to answer that she's leaving.

Me: it's your fault.

Him: you started it.

??: IT'S BOTH YOUR FAULT.

Again Fatima but this time, she was already far away.

Him: now you're going to clean up all this bastard you made.

Me: eh? Me? He dreams standing up the guy

Him: well as you want eh.

He runs out of the bathroom and closes the door.

I hurry to open it but this i***t, he locked it.

Me: JAMIL? Open this door.

Him: go clean up.

I knocked on the door but nothing so as you guessed it I absolutely cleaned everything.

............

2 hours later, I had already finished doing everything. Like doing my bedroom, cleaning the hallway, tidying up the living room and showering. Now I'm in the kitchen making breakfast with Kadia.

Her: what are you going to cook today?

Me: since today is Sunday, I'm going to make spaghetti omlettes but with raw vegetables.

Her: luckily you're not strict.

Me: That's what you think my dear.

I take out yellow, red, green pepper and cucumber and also tomato.

Her: what are you doing with all this?

Me: watch rk and enjoy. Where is the olive oil.

She gave it to me. And after having cut all this into very small squares and washed them properly, I put them all in the pan with a little olive oil. I put a pinch of salt and pepper and vinegar. Then I stir it all up (all I can cook lol)

Then when I had finished, I take plates and in each plate I put omlette and raw vegetables.

Her: wahh it's beautiful.

Me:hope it's good than beautiful. You help me bring them.

She: okay.

We bring everything on the table and I sit in the living room.

Later, they start to come little by little and we started our lunch.

Diarra: Kadia I can know why you didn't clean my room today.

Fatima: Me too.

Kadia: uh actually, today it was Jamila who wanted to do the apartment, I did Uncle Moustapha's. She finished looking at me.

Nina: yes you told me.

Me: yes I made it.

Khady: You only want easy spots. Why didn't you do their room?Me: because they are girls and also today is Sunday, they all have time to do their room. Me a girl, I will accept that my room is made for me. Oh the hchouma (shame). You two are destined to have brides in the future. Is it your husband who will make your room for you or the good one? You believe that every day there are good ones. Hum! In your dreams maybe. I would agree to wash your bathroom the other days of the week except Sundays otherwise your room will be messy for life because it's not me who will do it.

Diarra: you're not in the best position to tell me what I should or shouldn't do.

Khady: for once this girl is right. Big girls like you, you can really do your rooms at least

What ghost to talk about?

End of the chapter