He was the one who woke his parents up for prayer but they were silent until about ten in the morning. The boy went to look at him and said he was sleeping. "He's still sleeping, even if he didn't sleep at night, if he hears his mother telling him to come back later, wake him up. His brother came in to ask him. I'm looking for him in the office. There's a signature he'll have to sign." He said, "No, you're fine. I'll tell him." His mother quickly went over to his room and called out to my father. "Get up and pray for us." Hearing the silence, he didn't move. He was acting like he was dead. She raised her hand and checked his heartbeat. Wasn't his heart beating? He didn't know when he would die. She prayed for him with tears streaming down her cheeks. She couldn't leave the room. It was the same time my father was calling.
Mum was the one who lifted me up and my heart sank as she spoke words of patience and advice to me. She called me by name, Nusaiba. The advice she gave me was to convince me that there was a very serious problem.
I only got calm when she told me about Muhammad's death. I was scared and confused. When we packed our things and went to Bauchi, most of the people who came were consoling me. I was very weak. It was a disaster! There was a word my mom told me. If I had been patient, God would give me someone to replace him. We had six days before we returned. I suffered a lot. When we returned, I was hospitalized as if I would not live because I was bleeding profusely. I spent two months in the hospital before I returned. I struggled and prayed and started to forget.
“Who is the one who loves between himself and God, there is no beginning in it?”
His body was so cold that he froze.
I have never heard a story that blew my mind. I truly feel sorry for you. May God have mercy on him. You have shown me mercy. There is mercy in the story. May God give us the power to correct our mistakes.
Amen, Rabbi.
“Nusaiba, I will hold you as my own blood, I will show you great privilege, God willing, I will compare what Muhammad has for you, even if it is not as much as his. Kill yourself. You found a husband four years ago without loving anyone else. My share is to stop caring about anyone. Give me your heart, I will give you my soul and my heart.”
I thanked him for loving me for a few days in my life because of the care he showed me until I felt like I was going to another world or, if I say, I opened a life with prosperity, JB loved me and he loved me and he took care of me but I will never mix Muhammad's love with JB's because Muhammad is a pure love for me because even if he hated me, he never held back. JB then made me send him my body image and I refused to send him, he got very angry and stopped caring about me despite the many years of love JB had for me but what I noticed was.
He likes my body shape but I don't like it much. The love I have for him is much greater than his. I left. He said I had to send him a picture of my breasts. I refused because I was at a party. He got angry with me and stopped paying attention to me. My mind was all a bit off, but I fell in love with him, which, separating us would definitely do us harm.
He didn't pay attention to me for about a week, so I got scared and had to calm down before he smiled and we got ready…
