Published October 26, 2014 by katysoqewl

. I have a habit of reading all my letters at the right front corner of my bed. So i opened it up and read.

“ Ammaarah….

I know you probably don’t even look in my direction or even think about me for more than 2 minutes, but i wanted to tell you that life is full of opportunities for a girl with such taqwa and piety. I honestly am not good with words, but i wanted to let you know that there are people out there who love you for who you are and treasure you modesty.”

Well, this day couldn’t get any more weirder. I just couldn’t think of who the person could possibly be or how the hell it got to my room. Then i thought.. Aunty Sheley. She could have put it there and no one would have ever known. So, i went to her room later when she finished the house work and i came back from hifdh and asked her who it was from..

“sheley, sheley, sheley”

“hello, hello my sweetie”

We have this rhyme since like i was little and i use it till today.

“ummm.. did you put something in my room, on my desk by any chance that someone dropped off.

“ makoti answered the door earlier and she said that i must put it in your room..”

What?? My mother, this person gave it to my mother..?

I guess  i will just have to wait and see what she says when i ask her…

Oh by the way it was Tuesday, which meant that i had no madressa, so wooh hooh, new episode of originals and i was HOUSA, which meant i could watch it on volume 100 and since the house phone annoys me, i left it by Aunty Sheley. I was 35:24 into the episode and you know how it goes, the last minutes are the best minutes with the climax changing completely or a whole new discovery made and Aunty Sheley came into the room, muted the volume and said that the phone call was for me.

For me??? Who the hell is going to phone at this time?








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