CHAPTER 17
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I stayed all night praying, but I have to go back to work. But who am I going to work for, who am I going to bring the money for? Mom? Yes Jamila, it's for her. Never lose hope, she will wake up. Says something inside of me.
I get up and take off the jilbeb I was wearing then I wear a long black dress that covers everything as usual. I look at the time and see that it is already 10 p.m.
Me: I have to go, and don't forget tomorrow is Thursday, we have to fast. And I'll call you when there's news.
Ouma: take care my daughter.
Me: you too my aunt. Ciao I'm going.
Alya: wait, I'll take you home. She said standing up.
Me: No it doesn't matter. You're already too tired.
Alya: but no, I'm not....
Me: and your mother, you're going to leave her alone, remember, my mother isn't here and you know it's not safe, we had proof of that today.
Alya: okay you're right.
Me: I'm always right my dear.
Alya: Hello Modesty?
We both burst out laughing and then hugged.
Me: bye loves, please eat well, sleep well and put everything in the hands of allah.
Then I leave the house and go to the Sylla. Just when I got out of the house, my phone rings and it's an unknown number. I pick up.
Me: good evening, you got the wrong number. So good night, sweet dreams or the opposite if you want.
I was going to hang up but the stranger speaks.??: Jamila, it's me Jamil. You are completely crazy.
I let out a small laugh, how crazy I can be sometimes.
Me: Ahh Jamil, I didn't even recognize you. So the evening?
Him: pfff, I swear, you're not normal.
Me: Thanks, that's a compliment.
Him: Anyway, are you still at home?
Me: Nah, I'm coming back, I just got out.
Him: ok wait for me then, I'm coming to take you.
Me: it doesn't matter.
Him: If it was up to me, I wouldn't come. It's just my dad forcing me to come get you. That's not t*****e.
Me: I was wondering since when you became gallant. But I have the answer.
Him: Ok everyone. He said laughing.
I hang up and wait for him just at the entrance. It won't be long because on foot it's only 20mn. But how come Uncle Dad worries about me so much that he forced his son to come get me.
The neighbor Astou takes me out of my thoughts. In fact, she literally bumped into me and I nearly ate the floor.
Well I present it to you. Astou, a girl my age, who lives in the building with her parents and her older brother. That's all I know of her. Oh I forgot, and who all her family including her hates me except her big brother and yet I didn't do anything apart threw firecrackers at her house but it's been a while since we've done that...well I believe.
Me: I'm here in case you haven't seen you. I say with a hello.
She looks at me then gives me a teaser that I'm not ready to forget.Me: and at night, does it dissipate?
Her: but the one who doesn't talk to you, don't talk to her.
Me: so who are you talking to? I don't see anyone apart from the two of us and you really don't look like a person. So I see myself alone.
Her: f**k me....leave me alone.
Me: jostle me again, you see these streets, they are deserted. I'll kick you until I'm down on you. I'm going to hit you so hard that you're going to scream my name and even my husband's name when I don't have one. I will beat you until you can no longer have a husband or children. And hit you 'til you respect me so girl here goes my body hustle.
I say while turning on myself.
She looks me up and down then thips me again.
Me: You don't have to show me that you don't have much saliva, I have more than you.
I hear horns behind me. I turn around and see Jamil's car.
Her: Ahhh you keep f*****g around while your mother is about to die.
She already knows? Dal people are too fast.
I give him a kiss on the forehead.
Me: that's what the SWS prophet loves, peace and just peace. I said with my best smile as her eyes widened.
I turn on my heels and get into the car and it drives off.
Me: I would have liked you to open the car door for me.
Him: if you stop dreaming you tell me.
Me: I'm done.
Him: ok then shut up.
Me: but....
Him: shut up kid.
Gamine???? he touched my heart.Him: But how come you're not allowed to see your mother?
Me: I was wondering the same thing. Myself I was in a hospital and I know when we have to see the patients but I don't know why they won't let me in.
Him: I'll take you back to see her whenever you want.
Me: I wonder which angel came to talk to you.
He laughs, waa true missile the guy.
Him: Why do you say that?
Me: well because you, at the beginning I would say that you hated me. Because even when Aisha, she said bad things about me, you told her that it's not worth talking to me, I'm not worth it and everything and even when I came to your house you gave me glances black and also the first time I woke you up. I ended by laughing.
Him: I never hated you. But I didn't love you either.
Me: But I didn't do anything to you.
Him: you see the rumours, there are always rumors about you. But I got to know you during these days, you are a good person. I once thought to myself, how could a person as pious as you do things like that. And I also learned how you were with your mother how much you love her, everyone says it, before I knew you until now the love you have for your mother. So why not help you see it.Me: hmm! I would so much like what people say about me to stop but I don't care anyway, Allah's opinion is enough for me. And who doesn't love his mother? But you said something that caught my attention. "I didn't like you either." It is not necessary to hate the person but these acts. Whether the person is bad or good you must not hate him, he does not follow Allah, nor the prophet, who is a disbeliever or whatever else, you must not hate him because you are all just like him, Allah created you. It's just actions that make people different. One day, A drunk walked in where the SWS prophet was, he was so drunk that he didn't calculate what he was saying. So the SWS prophet tells his companions to hit the drunkard. Some hit him with their shoes, others with their hands and others with their feet. But one of the companions says: I hate you, woe to you. This is how the prophet says: we must not hate a person but simply these acts. The prophet himself said that when he was a drunkard. What about me then. So don't hate me but hate my actions.
Him: I don't hate your actions, I love them. We have arrived.
And to think that all these rumors are from your dear, beautiful girlfriend.
I get out of the car and walk into the house. It wasn't closed. I find Tata Nina in the living room with her rosary.
Nina: Jamila you came back, how is your mother?
Me: Well let's keep praying.Nina: Everything will be fine Don't worry.
Me: I hope so. I'm going to go rest.
Nina: see you tomorrow inchallah, good night.
Me: you too.
I go upstairs and head for Fatima's room, I come in without knocking. Well I don't care ok. She was on her cell phone.
Fatima: so?
Me nothing. Put that phone down and sleep, tomorrow you have court.
Her: I just reply to a few messages then I go to bed.
Me: that's what's causing your headache. It catches your eye then...
Her: ok ok, I put it down.
Me: you're lying to yourself kid. Alright, I'm going to sleep.
Her: good night.
She really thinks I'm gonna have a good night.
I go back to my room and wash myself then I do my ablutions. I go out and wear a jilbeb to pray, I really wanted to read the Koran but I don't have the book so I open the window that leads to Jamil's room. He had just entered the bedroom as he was closing the door behind him.
Him: I think I'm going to lock this window.
Me: if you want man. You lend me your book.
Him: what book?
Me: the Holy Quran.
Him: my book is not touched by anyone.
Me: Ahhh am I anyone?
Him: it's not a question but an affirmation.
Me: steuplaiiiiii, do it for my mother. It is for her that I read.
Him: come and take it, I haven't done my ablutions.
I go through the window and he tells me where it is.
Me: wow how beautiful his mother is.
Him: that's why I told you that it's not just anyone who touches her.Me: pffft.
Him: pff me again wallah I don't lend you.
Me: what kind of human are you?
Him: the human that not just anyone...
Me:cheut stop with your anyone from hra.
I take the book, ohlala look at this beauty.
Him: It shows that you love him.
Me: yes it's so beautiful. Tomorrow inchallah I will return it to you.
Him: take it as it will make you happy. Either way, it pisses me off.
Replay!
Him: take it as long as it makes you happy.
Break!
He gave it to me.
Me: seriously?
Him: don't you believe me?
I put the book down and jump into his arms.
Me: thank you.
??:OK! I knew you came here to flirt with my bad boy.
Am I screwed or not?
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