General Ishaq said, “Hey, where are you going? Come back and sit down. What is this talk about medicine? Between you and your mother, prayer is the only solution. May Allah make Fatima a Muslim; no one has the power to prevent that.”
Through tears, Fawan said, “But if she dies without embracing Islam, Allah’s punishment will surely fall upon her, and hellfire will engulf her. Every time I remember this, I feel a heaviness in my heart...”
Ayaan said, “Father did not do us justice. Every day we live in the shadow of our mother’s fate.”
Jahan added, “And she doesn’t even care for us. She chose her path and left us. She didn’t even glance back. What kind of mother is she? She left her younger sibling, who had no sense, unprotected. From the start, Father gave us a good mother so we could live in peace. If only the story had been different...”
“Let none of you speak further. Sit down. No matter what, you belong to us. We haven’t shown you any special treatment. We share the same blood; there is no difference between us! You are our blood flowing in our veins. Just because you have lighter skin does not mean you are separate from us. And just because your mother left you doesn’t mean you’ve lost any part of the joy in life. As long as we live and are well, not a single tear of yours shall fall unnoticed. Allah has united us, and no one can separate us. I know what Ammy does for you does not make you happy, which is why you feel distant. But I want closeness and unity among us to start now.”
This speech by their elder brother Ishaq brought a calmness to their hearts. They gained the courage to return and found places to sit.
While they were in this seating, cars began arriving at the house at great speed with a certain urgency. These were signs that Salahuddeen Hussein, the Chief of Army Staff, had returned.
Their happiness was indescribable. Their father, the pillar of their lives, the backbone of their family, had returned in full health.
At the same time, the house was filled with the noise of distinguished guests who had come for his reception. There was constant greeting and celebration. The house was crowded with important people. Azmee, Chef Ummu, and Momina were busy attending to everyone.
Their father felt immense joy seeing his warriors healthy and in good spirits. But even then, he had not yet seen Junaid's eyes. One glance was enough to spot him, despite the crowd, and he could not help but mention Junaid’s name. β€
Eventually, people settled, allowing their father to enter his private bedroom. He took a bath and then wore a pristine white jallabiya. Looking at himself in the dressing mirror, he smiled and said aloud, “Father of soldiers.”
He was a man of utmost dignity and perfection, admired by all not for anything superficial but for his noble character. He knew the value of humanity and was exceptionally humble. This made it natural for them to be proud of him as their leader. β€
A man of great compassion, always willing to help, never tired, a special person who loved his country, dedicating himself entirely. Everyone would wish to have a father like him. π
He lay on his king-size bed to find relief before meeting his children.
Meanwhile, everyone was gathered at the dining table to serve the meal. Azmee and the others had finished setting everything. Everyone was just indicating what they wanted to eat, and the food was being served to them.
In calmness, everyone ate. Aunty Azmee said, "Where is baby Junaid? I really want to see him. I missed him so much," saying this while pushing a generous portion of meat into her hand. She never played around with food.
Fawan said, “Hmmm, if it’s Junaid, he’ll appear soon. Hunger must have chased him. I know he’s probably hugging a pillow like a little mouse, snoring away.”
Abbas, adjusting his voice, said, "No talking while eating," speaking in a strict tone.
Amani said, "But we are at home," and everyone laughed hearing that.
---
SEHRISH
On Sehrish's side, God’s servant, her body trembled, and her swollen eyes opened. She woke from sleep, terrified by the dream she had about Husanna. In extreme distress, her body felt lifeless; only tears rolled down her cheeks. Her heart ached, missing her siblings. She felt guilty for being away from them. But she thought, the hard way is the only way. π
She quickly went to the bathroom, bathed, and got dressed in her work clothes for her first day at the house. She took the tight pants by Falazu, which fit even a size 5 foot, without being tight. Her pink top was milk-colored, with plenty of pockets. She adjusted her hair, wrapped her headscarf as usual, prepared her bag, and ensured everything was in place.
She then came out, panicked, realizing the guests had arrived. She didn’t know how to face them. Her body was shaking from anxiety. From where she was, she saw them around the dining table—her aunts, Amani, the Arabs, Ishaq, Abbas, Abuhaisam, and others. Their faces reassured her: they were her brothers Kanal and Yusif.
"Then who is this? A new boyfriend?" she panicked at Aunty Azmee’s question. Everyone looked at her at once.
Quickly, Azmi, standing with them while saving their food with Chef Ummu, said, “He’s our new house boy. Tukur helps us a lot with work.”
Azmee nodded, saying, “That’s good.”
Azmi led Sehrish to the kitchen and asked, “What’s wrong, my sister? Are you okay?”
Tears fell from Sehrish as she said, “Aunty Azmi, please help me. Only you can help me now. I’m in turmoil...”
"Tell me what’s happening," Azmi asked.
"Aunty Azmee, I feel in my heart that my siblings are in serious trouble. I want to go to Katsina to see them, even for one day. I fear losing them; I have no one else..." Her voice broke.
Azmi pulled her into a tight hug, saying, “I feel your pain, Sehrish. I regret to tell you this, but it cannot happen now.”
Sehrish lifted her face, tears in her eyes: “Why, Aunty Azmi?”
“I didn’t want to tell you, but you need to know. The money I gave you for your siblings’ work is not your salary. I’ve been saving it for you because I felt for your situation. Your salary alone wouldn’t suffice, so I combined all of it for you.”
Sehrish was touched. Her heart melted knowing Azmee combined her savings to help pay for her siblings’ work. She admired Azmi’s kindness and generosity.
“Stop crying, Sehrish. Every hardship comes with ease. Don’t worry. Insha’Allah, nothing will happen to your siblings. Allah is with them. I’ll try to arrange your visit, but not now.”
"Alright, Aunty Azmee. Thank you so much. I don’t even know how to thank you properly. I’ve lost my mother, but Allah gave me you at a time when I needed someone to wipe my tears," Sehrish said.
Azmee smiled: “Find a seat and tell me what you want to eat. You haven’t eaten anything since morning.”
"I can’t eat now. My heart is restless," Sehrish replied.
Azmee patted her shoulder: “Calm your mind, Reeshi. Just sit. I’ll prepare something delicious; you’ll feel better.”
Sehrish relaxed and took a seat at the kitchen dining table, waiting for Azmi. Azmee prepared a tray with food, smiling as she presented it: “I assure you, if you can finish this cheeseburger, you’ll forget all your worries, especially with the special cornflakes I’ll mix for you.”
A sense of warmth went through Sehrish. Azmee was truly special. She smiled: “Thank you, Aunty Azmee. Only God can reward you.”
"Don’t worry, Reeshi. I just want to see you happy, not in distress," Azmee replied, turning away.
Sehrish looked at the tray: cheeseburger, hot dog, and sandwich. Closing her eyes, she wondered what her siblings were eating. She recalled their mother’s words:
"Sehrish, be smart. No matter the hardship, stay united. I love you all, my children, half my heart." π
---
Abban Sojoji
π Romantic love story between Sehrish & Surgeon General Rafayet π
A heart-touching story about triplets π’
Junaid’s eyes refused to leave hers. Her hands trembled as she held the spoon. He closed his eyes slowly, silently praying, “O Allah, make this girl mine.”
Sehrish whispered, “Purity belongs to the Lord who created Junaid’s beautiful face.”
Azmee’s entrance pulled them from their gaze. Smiling, she asked, “Junaid, what do you want me to bring? I see you haven’t eaten anything.”
In his heart, Junaid thought, Just looking at her is satisfying, Aunty Azmee.
Aloud, he said, “I’ll have cornflakes with fresh fruits.”
Azmee smiled and prepared a hot porridge for him. Junaid’s heart raced, though he pretended patience. She brought it, along with the fruits he requested.
He quietly said, “Thank you, Aunty Azmee.”
Azmee left, unaware that Junaid was truly Romeo in disguise. β£οΈ
The aroma of the porridge teased him. Sehrish stole glances at him. Slowly, he fed her a piece of the mixture, and she felt the scent—so rich she almost fainted.
He whispered, "Eat slowly," smiling, and she complied. She took the hot dog and continued eating while he enjoyed the cornflakes.
He watched her closely, noticing her shyness and gestures.
Sehrish giggled nervously. He laughed uncontrollably, startling her.
She wondered, Is he really okay? Or is he mentally unstable? Yet she continued eating.
---
Back in the bedroom, their father was relieved to see Junaid in good health. Laughter, playful teasing, and hugs followed.
"Abba, I’m tired," Junaid said.
"I’m tired too, Junaid. Please don’t play such jokes again; I almost fainted," Abba replied.
Junaid laughed, “That’s exactly what you wanted, Abba. You’re amazing!”
They joked, laughed, and discussed gifts and plans, maintaining their close bond.
Junaid teased about girls, and Abba shared lessons about respect, tradition, and love. Their laughter echoed through the house.
Extraordinary Love π
General Ishaq said, “Hey, where are you going? Come back and sit down. What is this talk about medicine? Between you and your mother, prayer is the only solution. May Allah make Fatima a Muslim; no one has the power to prevent that.”
Through tears, Fawan said, “But if she dies without embracing Islam, Allah’s punishment will surely fall upon her, and hellfire will engulf her. Every time I remember this, I feel a heaviness in my heart...”
Ayaan said, “Father did not do us justice. Every day we live in the shadow of our mother’s fate.”
Jahan added, “And she doesn’t even care for us. She chose her path and left us. She didn’t even glance back. What kind of mother is she? She left her younger sibling, who had no sense, unprotected. From the start, Father gave us a good mother so we could live in peace. If only the story had been different...”
“Let none of you speak further. Sit down. No matter what, you belong to us. We haven’t shown you any special treatment. We share the same blood; there is no difference between us! You are our blood flowing in our veins. Just because you have lighter skin does not mean you are separate from us. And just because your mother left you doesn’t mean you’ve lost any part of the joy in life. As long as we live and are well, not a single tear of yours shall fall unnoticed. Allah has united us, and no one can separate us. I know what Ammy does for you does not make you happy, which is why you feel distant. But I want closeness and unity among us to start now.”
This speech by their elder brother Ishaq brought a calmness to their hearts. They gained the courage to return and found places to sit.
While they were in this seating, cars began arriving at the house at great speed with a certain urgency. These were signs that Salahuddeen Hussein, the Chief of Army Staff, had returned.
Their happiness was indescribable. Their father, the pillar of their lives, the backbone of their family, had returned in full health.
At the same time, the house was filled with the noise of distinguished guests who had come for his reception. There was constant greeting and celebration. The house was crowded with important people. Azmee, Chef Ummu, and Momina were busy attending to everyone.
Their father felt immense joy seeing his warriors healthy and in good spirits. But even then, he had not yet seen Junaid's eyes. One glance was enough to spot him, despite the crowd, and he could not help but mention Junaid’s name. β€
Eventually, people settled, allowing their father to enter his private bedroom. He took a bath and then wore a pristine white jallabiya. Looking at himself in the dressing mirror, he smiled and said aloud, “Father of soldiers.”
He was a man of utmost dignity and perfection, admired by all not for anything superficial but for his noble character. He knew the value of humanity and was exceptionally humble. This made it natural for them to be proud of him as their leader. β€
A man of great compassion, always willing to help, never tired, a special person who loved his country, dedicating himself entirely. Everyone would wish to have a father like him. π
He lay on his king-size bed to find relief before meeting his children.
Meanwhile, everyone was gathered at the dining table to serve the meal. Azmee and the others had finished setting everything. Everyone was just indicating what they wanted to eat, and the food was being served to them.
In calmness, everyone ate. Aunty Azmee said, "Where is baby Junaid? I really want to see him. I missed him so much," saying this while pushing a generous portion of meat into her hand. She never played around with food.
Fawan said, “Hmmm, if it’s Junaid, he’ll appear soon. Hunger must have chased him. I know he’s probably hugging a pillow like a little mouse, snoring away.”
Abbas, adjusting his voice, said, "No talking while eating," speaking in a strict tone.
Amani said, "But we are at home," and everyone laughed hearing that.
---
SEHRISH
On Sehrish's side, God’s servant, her body trembled, and her swollen eyes opened. She woke from sleep, terrified by the dream she had about Husanna. In extreme distress, her body felt lifeless; only tears rolled down her cheeks. Her heart ached, missing her siblings. She felt guilty for being away from them. But she thought, the hard way is the only way. π
She quickly went to the bathroom, bathed, and got dressed in her work clothes for her first day at the house. She took the tight pants by Falazu, which fit even a size 5 foot, without being tight. Her pink top was milk-colored, with plenty of pockets. She adjusted her hair, wrapped her headscarf as usual, prepared her bag, and ensured everything was in place.
She then came out, panicked, realizing the guests had arrived. She didn’t know how to face them. Her body was shaking from anxiety. From where she was, she saw them around the dining table—her aunts, Amani, the Arabs, Ishaq, Abbas, Abuhaisam, and others. Their faces reassured her: they were her brothers Kanal and Yusif.
"Then who is this? A new boyfriend?" she panicked at Aunty Azmee’s question. Everyone looked at her at once.
Quickly, Azmi, standing with them while saving their food with Chef Ummu, said, “He’s our new house boy. Tukur helps us a lot with work.”
Azmee nodded, saying, “That’s good.”
Azmi led Sehrish to the kitchen and asked, “What’s wrong, my sister? Are you okay?”
Tears fell from Sehrish as she said, “Aunty Azmi, please help me. Only you can help me now. I’m in turmoil...”
"Tell me what’s happening," Azmi asked.
"Aunty Azmee, I feel in my heart that my siblings are in serious trouble. I want to go to Katsina to see them, even for one day. I fear losing them; I have no one else..." Her voice broke.
Azmi pulled her into a tight hug, saying, “I feel your pain, Sehrish. I regret to tell you this, but it cannot happen now.”
Sehrish lifted her face, tears in her eyes: “Why, Aunty Azmi?”
“I didn’t want to tell you, but you need to know. The money I gave you for your siblings’ work is not your salary. I’ve been saving it for you because I felt for your situation. Your salary alone wouldn’t suffice, so I combined all of it for you.”
Sehrish was touched. Her heart melted knowing Azmee combined her savings to help pay for her siblings’ work. She admired Azmi’s kindness and generosity.
“Stop crying, Sehrish. Every hardship comes with ease. Don’t worry. Insha’Allah, nothing will happen to your siblings. Allah is with them. I’ll try to arrange your visit, but not now.”
"Alright, Aunty Azmee. Thank you so much. I don’t even know how to thank you properly. I’ve lost my mother, but Allah gave me you at a time when I needed someone to wipe my tears," Sehrish said.
Azmee smiled: “Find a seat and tell me what you want to eat. You haven’t eaten anything since morning.”
"I can’t eat now. My heart is restless," Sehrish replied.
Azmee patted her shoulder: “Calm your mind, Reeshi. Just sit. I’ll prepare something delicious; you’ll feel better.”
Sehrish relaxed and took a seat at the kitchen dining table, waiting for Azmi. Azmee prepared a tray with food, smiling as she presented it: “I assure you, if you can finish this cheeseburger, you’ll forget all your worries, especially with the special cornflakes I’ll mix for you.”
A sense of warmth went through Sehrish. Azmee was truly special. She smiled: “Thank you, Aunty Azmee. Only God can reward you.”
"Don’t worry, Reeshi. I just want to see you happy, not in distress," Azmee replied, turning away.
Sehrish looked at the tray: cheeseburger, hot dog, and sandwich. Closing her eyes, she wondered what her siblings were eating. She recalled their mother’s words:
"Sehrish, be smart. No matter the hardship, stay united. I love you all, my children, half my heart." π
---
Abban Sojoji
π Romantic love story between Sehrish & Surgeon General Rafayet π
A heart-touching story about triplets π’
Junaid’s eyes refused to leave hers. Her hands trembled as she held the spoon. He closed his eyes slowly, silently praying, “O Allah, make this girl mine.”
Sehrish whispered, “Purity belongs to the Lord who created Junaid’s beautiful face.”
Azmee’s entrance pulled them from their gaze. Smiling, she asked, “Junaid, what do you want me to bring? I see you haven’t eaten anything.”
In his heart, Junaid thought, Just looking at her is satisfying, Aunty Azmee.
Aloud, he said, “I’ll have cornflakes with fresh fruits.”
Azmee smiled and prepared a hot porridge for him. Junaid’s heart raced, though he pretended patience. She brought it, along with the fruits he requested.
He quietly said, “Thank you, Aunty Azmee.”
Azmee left, unaware that Junaid was truly Romeo in disguise. β£οΈ
The aroma of the porridge teased him. Sehrish stole glances at him. Slowly, he fed her a piece of the mixture, and she felt the scent—so rich she almost fainted.
He whispered, "Eat slowly," smiling, and she complied. She took the hot dog and continued eating while he enjoyed the cornflakes.
He watched her closely, noticing her shyness and gestures.
Sehrish giggled nervously. He laughed uncontrollably, startling her.
She wondered, Is he really okay? Or is he mentally unstable? Yet she continued eating.
---
Back in the bedroom, their father was relieved to see Junaid in good health. Laughter, playful teasing, and hugs followed.
"Abba, I’m tired," Junaid said.
"I’m tired too, Junaid. Please don’t play such jokes again; I almost fainted," Abba replied.
Junaid laughed, “That’s exactly what you wanted, Abba. You’re amazing!”
They joked, laughed, and discussed gifts and plans, maintaining their close bond.
Junaid teased about girls, and Abba shared lessons about respect, tradition, and love. Their laughter echoed through the house.