Yaya Muhsin I have updated!!! Now my essays!!

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I gathered all my courage and all the proofs I had and walked to Rukkaya's room with one question in my mind," Will she believe me if I tell her Umar is not who she thinks he is?"

I walked slowly to the room with my heart beat increasing with every step I took. When I reached the door I took a deep breath and raised my hand to knock. My knuckles almost touched the door when I stopped. I heard a someone shouting downstairs. I quickly went down and there I found Hassan and Hussain in a combat, WWE raw.

Hassan and Hussain rarely fought so when they did it always got shitty. Hussain was on top of Hassan punching the hell out of him.

"Hussain !!!

Hassan!!!!

Stop!!!"

But my shouts were in vain as Hassan rolled over, quickly stood up and started kicking Hussain in the stomach. And I stood there looking at my brothers trying to kill themselves.

Hassan stood up as well and pushed Hussain to the wall before giving him two slaps on his cheeks. Hussain fell down and pulled Hassan's leg which made him fall down on top of him. I ran and tried pulling Hussain but I didn't have enough strength and ended up entangled in their fight. I did the only thing I thought could help, I shouted for help.

And thankfully before I could get a major bruises, one of our househelps came to my aid. Together the two of us stopped them from deeply injuring themselves. I went straight to my room and cleaned the little bruise I had on my neck. It was when I was walking past Rukkaya's room I remembered my main reason of coming out of my room in the first place. My heart started hammering and at that moment I wished the twins would continue fighting. It was quiet a distraction for me.

After I finished cleaning the bruise I couldn't get the courage to go and face Rukkaya again. Am I really ready to face her? Am I ready to tell her the truth? Am I ready to be the greatest enemy of my sister and my only sister? I didn't think so.

The other part of my mind told me that was the right thing to do. No matter how much she would hate you, you have to do the right thing and protect your sister. I started thinking what if he was not the one? What if Umar was a good guy? What if all the Danmaula told me and showed me was a lie?I would make s grave sin by telling Yaya Rukkaya. It would be accusing someone of sins he didn't do.

Taking my phone I opened instagram and searched Arrow. It was him. It was really him. I comfirmed for the upteenth time. Eventhough his full face was never in view in any of the pictures, I recongnized his side views perfectly. I was about to close the application when I saw new follow request from A_Lamido. At any other time I could have been so happy for Aheed_Lamido was my instagram crush. I had been stalking him since forever and he just requested to follow me. But It was my sister's life we were talking about. My sister's happiness. I didn't even look at the request for more than a second, I immediately stood up and threw my phone away ready to face my sister again.

I raised my hand to knock for the second time that day when I percieved a smell, something was burning. I quickly ran downstairs and into the kitchen and found out nothing was actually burning. It was just my imagination. Or my brain working with my nose so that I wouldn't face my sister.

I walked back upstairs praying for everything to go on well. This time when I raised my hand to knock, I knocked. I knocked at the door after few minutes of silence, I slowly opened the door. The light was switched off which meant Yaya Ruqy was still at Mama's room discussing about the wedding. A wedding which I hoped would not take place. A wedding which I would do everything I could not to let it happen.

I switched on the light and walked slowly into the room. The room was at its usual, untidy. There was no room for sitting in the couch as heap of clothes from laundry or that are going to laundry occupied the whole space. The heap of clothes were both the washed and ironed clothes and the dirty ones. I couldn't differentiate between them though. The bed wasn't done. And there were different types of magazines lying on the floor.

I knelt down next to the magazines and started looking at the pictures. Furniture ,electronics ,dresses, styles ,furniture, dresses, invitation cards, catering services , decorators. Those were all they were. Some of them were marked. She had already chosen her furniture. What did I expect? The wedding was in three months. I looked away from the magazines and to the wall in front of me. There was a calender and a heart was drawn around the 15th of December. The expected wedding day Huh? I looked away from that and looked into the mirror and there sticked to the mirror was a picture of Ruqy and Umar I took not long ago. They were both smiling happily at the camera. But now taking a close look at it, Umar's smile looked fake.

I took a deep breathe. I felt my heart beating fast. And felt a lump forming in my throat. My whole body weaken. How could I do that to my sister? What on earth should I tell her? I almost felt like giving up and allowing her to marry him but remembering the past week and what Najib showed me, I just couldn't help it. I needed to protect my sister.

I stopped thinking, breathing and moving when I heard the sound of the door opening. Yaya Ruqy was so exhausted that she didn't even notice me lying on the ground as she walked straight to her bed. She was about to switch off the light when she saw me.

"Hey there,what are you doing?"she yawned.

"Looking at the magazine?"

"Oh thank God. I have been waiting for you through out the week. You have been so busy this whole week but can you please help me choose the best funiture from among the ones I marked,"

I took a deep breath. It was now or never.

"Yaya Ruqqaya?"

" I have a bad feeling about the wedding,"

Ruqqaya stopped what she was doing and sat next to me on the carpet. Putting her hands on my knees , she said,

"Don't worry everything is going to go swiftly and perfectly In Sha Allah. I love him Hameeda. I love him with all my heart. Nothing bad is going to happen. I think you are just saying that because you are going to miss me," she said slowly with a smile.

She was about to stand up when I whispered, "Yaya Rukkaya its not like that,". She opened her mouth to answer me but just then her phone started ringing. She held her palms up in the air indicating I should pause as she picked up the phone call with the other hand.

"Hello Love, I am fine thank you. How are you doing? Awwwwn, I can't wait too. In 3 months, 23 days and 12 hours I will be in your arms in sha Allah. You will be rightfully mine. Alright we will talk later. Bye I love you too,"

After what seemed like an hour and with my heart breaking with every word she muttered and anger boiling inside me she finally finished the phone call and drew her phone to her chest hugging it tightly, smiling like a fool and sighing contentedly. She had fell. She had fell deeply in love. I didn't have the slightest idea how much what I was going to tell her tonight would hurt her, I just knew it was not going to be easy. The more you fall in love, the more it hurts.

"So you were saying?" she said the smile still not leaving her face.

"I have seen him with many girls,"

"Is that what you are worried about? Don't worry we have already talked about that. You know his family is very large. They are all his cousins,"

I kept quite not knowing what to say. How will I tell who he really is? How will I tell her the love of her life is a very dangerous guy?

"I don't know why I just don't trust him Yaya Rukkaya,"

"Why,"

I kept mute. I couldn't open my mouth to tell her the reason.

Rukkaya glared at me.

"Standing there and saying nothing is the same thing as just going back to your room and sleeping." she jumped into her bed and dragged the blankets.

"It is just that he acted weird the last time Najib was here, maybe there's something he is hiding you know," I started mumbling.

"Puluzzeeeee!! Why is it that everything now revolves around Najib? Day before yesterday Khaleed left because of Najib and now this. He ruined your relationship with Khaleed and now wants to ruin mine. So what if Najib and him have some issues between themselves. What's our concern? Najib is just our teacher and nothing more. Umar is the guy I am getting married to. Even if they are somethings going on between them I will definitely support my husband,"

I wanted to say many things but I just couldn't open my mouth to do so. I wanted to tell her Najib didn't ruin my relationship with Khaleed but just helped me to practice my deen more. I wanted to tell her what was going on between Najib and Umar was a grave thing that mattered alot to us. And I wanted to tell her Najib was not just my teacher, he was a friend who wanted protect her, who wanted to protect us from making a really grave mistake. But after hearing her words all I thought was Love really makes people blind.

"Please if you don't have anything else to say, you can go to sleep,"

"Yaya Rukkaya please listen to me. I am not asking you to stop talking to him or to stop dating him. I just wish you could extend this wedding to at least few more months so that Baba and Kawu could do more check ups on his occupation , family and all,"

"You are crazy!! See who is talking. This little seventeen year old is telling me what to do about my wedding. I can't believe it. Yaran yanzu. Abeg get out of my sight," She stood up and started pushing me out of her room.

"Yaya Rukkaya I am just trying to help you and protect you as any other sister would do. I know something you don't,"

She stopped pushing me and asked, "what is it?"

When I didn't answer she shouted and almost strangled me, "I asked what the f**k it is?"

"Umar is not who you think he is. He is a member of Arrow, a cult group that specializes in drug trafficking,"

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