BEYOND AMBITION

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Sultan stared at him with amusement.

“You’re such a troublemaker. Just get out of my room already. You’re no fun at all—always frowning, no smile, no excitement. You have a wife , yet you act no different from a lonely bachelor. Useless bachelor at that.”

Omar only smirked in response before heading into Sultan’s bathroom. He freshened up with a quick shower and then went to check Sultan’s closet, where he kept neatly arranged new singlets and boxers. Sultan was a man of style, always keeping separate sections for his unworn clothes. He was known for his cleanliness and love for fine things.

Unlike Omar, Sultan had a rich chocolate complexion and was slightly more built, though their sizes were nearly identical. Omar picked out a fresh white singlet and a three-quarter-length short, then sprayed himself with perfume.

Sultan, who had been watching him the whole time, shook his head in disbelief.

Omar gathered the clothes he had changed out of, threw them into his car, and then returned to Sultan’s room. Just as he stepped inside, he heard the sound of running water from the bathroom—Sultan was taking a shower.

Not waiting for him, Omar went to visit Sultan’s mother. He had dinner in her lavish, grand sitting room, which looked like something out of a fantasy world. They spent about thirty minutes chatting before Omar excused himself for the night.

When he returned to Sultan’s room, he found him standing in front of the mirror, dressed in a luxurious designer outfit, spraying himself with expensive cologne.

Omar scoffed before finally saying, “Hurry up, man, I’m waiting for you.”

Sultan spun around dramatically, his irritation evident. “And who exactly do you think is taking you to their in-laws’ house looking like that? You look like a lost Igbo trader. And don’t even get me started on your outfit.”

Omar clicked his tongue in annoyance before turning back to the wardrobe. He opened the section where new jalabiyas were neatly arranged and picked out an elegant milk-colored one—exquisitely tailored, sleek, and fitted perfectly for tall, well-built men. He put it on, sprayed another round of cologne, and nodded in satisfaction.

Satisfied, they stepped out together.

They ran into Sultan’s mother in the living room. She was all smiles, pleased by their friendship. After exchanging pleasantries, she prayed for their safe return.

By 7:30 PM, their car pulled up in front of Yasmin’s house.

The gateman swung open the massive gates, allowing them to drive into the grand compound. Once inside, they were directed straight to the luxurious guest lounge.

Within moments, trays of assorted refreshments were placed before them, signaling the beginning of a well-hosted evening.

The sound of heels clicking against the polished floor echoed through the room—click, click—followed by the faint yet alluring scent of her perfume.

With composed elegance, Yasmin walked in, offering a soft "Salam."

Sultan was the one who responded.

She was beautiful—fair-skinned, though not excessively pale—but noticeably lighter than Sultan.

After exchanging pleasantries with Omar, he waited for about 15 minutes before excusing himself and heading back to the car.

At exactly 9 PM, Sultan called Omar, informing him that Yasmin’s parents—her mother and father— wants to say hi, Omar went back extending his greetings to them

That night, Omar ended up staying over at Sultan’s house.

The next morning, Sultan, Omar, and Sultan’s mother had breakfast together before Omar left for his office.

Two days after Omar’s visit to Iklas’ house, a group of workers arrived with construction materials loaded in trucks. They announced that Boss Omar had sent them to renovate their kitchen, change the toilet, and make additional improvements.

Even Kaka Ummi was confused—why would Omar do all this for them? But before they could fully grasp the situation, in just three days, the workers had completed a modern toilet, fully tiled and sparkling. The kitchen received the same upgrade.

Later, Omar instructed them to renovate the entire house—transforming it into a brand-new modern home. The whole structure was torn down and rebuilt, adding two bedrooms, a central living room, a new toilet, and a spacious kitchen. Modern doors and windows were installed, and the entire house was tiled beautifully, making it look elegant and luxurious.

The neighbors and well-wishers rejoiced with them, congratulating them on their newfound fortune. They, on the other hand, simply told people that their relative had rebuilt the house for them.

While they moved their old furniture back into the living room, one of the bedrooms was unexpectedly furnished with a brand-new bed, a real vanity mirror, and expensive new furniture. Every room was also fitted with modern curtains.

The next day, another surprise arrived—a truck full of groceries. Shocked, they carefully unpacked everything into their new kitchen. Everything they could possibly need was provided.

They already owned a large, high-quality, and expensive refrigerator, so now their home was completely transformed.

Even a gas cooker and complete kitchen utensils were provided, as if a bride had just moved in. Omar only gave money and orders, while others carried out his instructions.

The next day, another batch of supplies arrived in large shopping bags. This time, it was chicken, fish, and lamb meat—everything fresh and abundant. They carefully stored it all in the fridge, alongside expensive beverages and drinks. In short, their home was now fully stocked with every necessity for a comfortable life.

The following day, even more supplies were delivered. At that point, Iklas burst into tears, overwhelmed by the generosity. Kaka Ummi also couldn't hold back her emotions. Happiness had turned into anxiety—what if they were expected to repay all of this one day?

It had been over a week, and they hadn’t even seen Omar’s face since all this started. Doubt began to creep in—was this really for them? Could it be that it wasn’t theirs after all? Or worse... what if this was the work of spirits?

After they finished crying, they decided to open the packages. To their shock, they found school uniforms from a prestigious and expensive school nearby.

Each uniform was a perfect fit—Iklas’s set matched her size exactly, and Suhaila’s fit her like it had been custom-made. They couldn’t understand how Omar knew their sizes so accurately.

There were four sets of uniforms each, along with textbooks neatly packed in three different school bags per person. Even their school shoes were in three different styles each.

Among Iklas’s belongings, she noticed an envelope containing a letter. Curious and anxious, she quickly opened it and began reading:

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**"Check inside one of the bags; there’s an envelope. When you get to the school, take it with you and hand it to the Principal. At 7:30 AM, someone will come to pick you up. No more selling on the streets.

Give my regards to Ummi."**

—Omar

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Iklas’s hands trembled as she held the letter. Her heart pounded—was this really happening?

They jumped up, screaming with joy, their excitement filling the entire house.

"Wallahi, Ummi, he did everything for us!" Iklas shouted. "Lailatul Qadari! May Allah bless him! I will pray for him after every Salah!"

She held up a receipt with trembling hands. "Kaka Ummi, Baba Lola Science Secondary School—he paid for everything! Look, the full receipt! He covered my fees until I graduate! And for Suhaila, he paid until JSS3!"

Ummi’s hands covered her mouth in shock, tears brimming in her eyes.

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They pulled out another bag—this one full of Suhaila’s new clothes.

It contained ten elegant English-style outfits, each beautiful and well-made, perfectly fitting her size. Alongside them were stylish shoes, two soft nightgowns, and ten sets of underwear and vests. Every piece seemed custom-selected just for her.

Suhaila couldn’t stop jumping and laughing in excitement.

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Then they opened another bag—this one was filled with fabrics and tailored clothes for Iklas.

Five premium Atamfa fabrics, already sewn into beautiful styles.

Four luxurious shadda fabrics, finely embroidered.

Three lace fabrics, tailored in modern designs.

Six different high-quality materials, all sewn to her exact measurements.

At the bottom of the bag, five large, expensive veils were neatly folded.

Tucked between them was a small envelope with a note attached.

Iklas’s hands trembled as she reached for it, heart pounding as she read the words written on it…

"It's for Ummi. Give it to her so she can sew it. The sewing money is inside the lace. The veils are also hers."

Iklas read the words aloud, her voice filled with emotion.

They reached for the last small bag and opened it carefully.

Inside, they found five long-sleeved hijabs, all in Iklas’s perfect size. Three more hijabs for Suhaila and three larger ones for Ummi, each one elegant and high-quality.

Then came six beautifully crafted veils, their fabric soft and luxurious, all for Iklas.

At the very bottom, they found their new Islamic school uniforms. Omar had noticed Suhaila’s old uniform and had sent brand-new ones—two sets each.

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That night, they prayed extra nafilah prayers, thanking Allah endlessly and making dua for Omar and his parents. Tears of gratitude filled their eyes as they reflected on how much their lives had changed.

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The next day, another delivery arrived—this time, filled with cosmetics, hair care products, and a variety of expensive perfumes.

Three days later, Omar sent another shipment.

The latest stylish rubber shoes for women.

High-quality handbags, all packed neatly in a large Ghana Must Go bag.

An envelope containing the address of a company.

Inside the letter, Omar instructed them to start a business, selling the items from home. No more street hawking.

And so, they began.

Iklas quickly established a business relationship with Omar’s company. Soon, they weren’t just selling shoes and bags—they were expanding, bringing in more products for resale. Customers came to their home to buy.

With a good school, beautiful clothing, delicious meals, and financial independence, their lives transformed completely. They looked healthier, happier, and more confident than ever before.