I took a deep breath because it bothered me, oh my God, I don't even want to hear the word love at all because it really makes me feel better, not a little, I lost my reason, that day he called me more than ten times and said we should make a video call and I was frozen, I didn't have the idea of ​​it since I'm not a fan of doing it in the morning when I open my phone and see his message I will start to clash since I don't believe it until I start to relax with him when he calls us and we chat a lot

 That's when I told him that I was not a girl, he should have understood. I explained to him how he also told me his age even though it was not a web of lies because I gave him about five years older than him. He said to me, "By God, age will never destroy our love or prevent us from getting married." "Send me your picture," I said, "For God's sake." I sent him my picture and he sent me his. He must be very young because the clothes he wears in the picture make him look like he is many years old. From then on, we agreed to each other and we trusted each other. He told me everything. He was in Borno and I was in Damaturu. I didn't hide anything from him. It was as if I had increased the fire of my love in his heart. But I told him about the problem I was suffering from, a heart attack, and he wished me well. There was a day when he asked me what separated me from my old boyfriends. The way he saw me, it wouldn't be right to say that I don't have boyfriends.

I'm breathing heavily.

"The first time we broke up was because of drinking, the second time we broke up because I caught him secretly in love with my sister, the third time, two weeks before his wedding, I don't know, except for the last one, Muhammad, who, even if I go back to the one who created me, I will not find a replacement for him." Muhammad loved me and said he loved me, and if he does things that involve pleasure, he will definitely not leave me behind, even if it is a dress, even if he sews it, he will sew it in the same color for us, if they are paid, he will go to his hometown and we will spend almost all the money, if he goes back, he will give me the money to spend.

Since we are suffering from the same disease, he doesn't hurt me. He never tells me anything that makes me feel sad. He often leaves his hometown to take care of my health. His mother and other relatives respect me in their eyes. Meeting me makes it easier for him because he doesn't often have to lie down sick. Both of their parents gave birth to me, even though they have money, but he doesn't want me. He can leave their hometown and come to Guna and rent a hotel to take care of me in our house. We live together.

It felt like I was going to be kidnapped or someone took me away from him. We were three years old when we were given a gift. We bought everything in a suitcase together. He would go to our department and wait for me at school. I was very privileged. I never felt like anything would separate us. We belong together. God gave me this day. It has become a part of my body. Every time I remember it, I cry.

I cried so much that I couldn't stop crying until JB asked me if I was crying.

What happened to Muhammad?

What I remember is that I felt like my heart was going to burst from fear and confusion.

"JB Muhammad died of stomach ache, heart attack was not his final cause, even though it was his treatment that caused our separation, it lasted forever because Wednesday was the day Muhammad answered the call of his creator. Around eight o'clock, he called me and we had a long conversation. One word that struck me was “you don't want to talk today, do you know if I will die?”

 "Oh Muhammad, what did God do to you?" he asked me in a loud voice, I was still asleep, he was talking to me like a will. Around nine o'clock, he told me that his stomach was sick. I said, "Take medicine." He said, "No." I told him to call his mother. He said, "There is no card on his phone. I have to call her. I told her father that his stomach is sick. Send him medicine. He will give it to you. After a few minutes, I called him to make sure that he took the medicine. That night, we had a long conversation. He said, "As long as I live, I will not allow my belongings to be taken and given to anyone. I bought our wedding jewelry