AUREN DOLE 1 Complete Document Written By Mufeeda Mu’azu


She lay in the room, tears streaming down her face.

If God has heard your prayers, please come and speak to him. Help me, help my life. I pleaded on the other end, sobbing, “I’m sorry, I’m here, God willing. The pilgrim might say the same, but I’ll do my best. Keep praying, Auntie. Thank you,” and with that, I ended the call.

Returning to bed, I continued crying, watching as you wept, but I didn’t wake up.

By six-thirty, I rose, realizing I was running late for our eight o’clock lecture. My eyes were swollen. After a quick shower and prayer, I emerged to an empty living room. The usual gathering during breaks was absent, and I struggled to drink tea for more than 15 minutes. Anxiety gripped me as I sat, pondering recent events. Panicking, I looked around and saw no one. Was it Jidda? I hesitated, contemplating whether to go greet Hagia or be bombarded with questions like a journalist.

“Let me grab the keys before I return. Make sure you greet her and leave together,” I instructed before heading upstairs. In my room, I found her waiting. I took her handbag and car keys, noticing Jidda’s car.

“My car is still being repaired since yesterday. Bless you for the keys. Take it to Jamu; I’m not in a good mood,” Jidda explained.

We were both running late as we approached the gate, where the guard opened up. No words were exchanged until we reached the classroom.

“Are you laughing?” I asked. “You seem confused. No need to be. You know the lecturer’s behavior is terrible.”

“Oh, Hudah, are you pregnant? Bless me,” she exclaimed. We chatted until we reached the class entrance. She looked at me and said, “Let’s pray before going in.” Surprisingly, the lecturer allowed us in, defying his usual strict entrance policy.

Throughout the lecture, my mind wandered, wondering about your well-being. Were you healthy, upset, or combing your hair? “Come to my office,” he said, breaking my thoughts. She and I exchanged glances and nodded in agreement.

Jidda turned to me outside the class, asking, “What’s bothering you?” I took her hand, and we headed to the car. As we left the class where our car was parked, I explained everything, and she responded, “Ah, you know how things are in the dark, my child of God. What’s going on?”

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