I pray that Allah grants me the ability to write goodness and prevents me from writing evil.
Assalamu alaikum dearies ❤️
I hope we all observed our fast and prayers in good health. May Allah accept our عبادah and make us among His freed servants. Ameen.
So, just as I promised to write Safiyyah after Eid, here I am trying to fulfill that promise 😁. Please pray for me that Allah grants me the strength to complete it. Lol.
Believe me, I initially decided to write it on impulse, but later I started asking myself, “Are you sure?” But I had already told you all, and whenever I make a promise, I truly try my best to keep it—except when it’s beyond my control, because nobody is perfect. So we will try, insha Allah. But you’ll have to be patient with me if there’s any delay in updates. Just know that I’m doing my best.
As I said before, the novel Safiyyah will hopefully be free from beginning to end, insha Allah, depending on whether we get at least twenty sponsors. And dear readers, I kindly ask for your support by showing appreciation to the sponsors so they’ll be encouraged to keep paying for you to read Safiyyah. If there are no sponsors, then the book will become paid after the free pages.
I hope we enjoy this journey with Safiyyah and Gidado. It’s going to be rough 😁, but I promise you a smooth landing.
---
Him 👳🏻
“Tell me you love me.”
He heard her voice echo inside his ears as if she were saying it right now. He covered his ears with both hands and shut his eyes tightly, but it only felt like his vision and hearing became clearer. What he forgot was that the voice wasn’t coming from around him — it was coming from inside his head.
He could see her face clearly — as clear as a full moon. Sitting in his car, smiling at him, that smile that felt like medicine for all his worries. Her eyes filled with love for him.
“Tell me you love me,” she said while adjusting her phone camera toward his face.
He covered his face with one hand, smiling.
“Stop it!” he said, laughing.
She giggled and shifted the camera to the side he wasn’t covering.
“Just tell us. Why are you shying away from a simple question? Do you love me?”
He tried to frown but couldn’t. He could never stay upset when he was with her.
“Do you need to ask?” he said.
“Of course. I want to hear you say it.”
“What’s with the camera then?”
“As evidence. I want to record you saying it. So that if in the future you claim you don’t love me, I’ll have proof to sue you in the court of lovers.”
He laughed and tried to push the camera away, but she moved it beyond his reach.
“Confess! Say you love me.”
“Why do I have to say it? Why can’t you say it first?”
She raised her eyebrow.
“Because I said so. And I always get what I want. Now say you love me.”
He sighed.
“You’re impossible, Piya. What can I tell you that you don’t already know?”
“That you love me?”
“You already know that. You just enjoy…”
“You enjoy teasing me,” she completed for him, laughing.
“Your face is red, my dear. You’re blushing.”
He sighed again.
“Piya! You are—”
“Impossible,” she completed again.
He grabbed the phone and turned the camera toward her. She quickly covered her face while laughing.
“Now tell me you love me.”
She opened her face and glared at him playfully.
“If you’re truly shameless, say it,” he teased softly.
“Say you love me.”
She reached for the door handle.
“You’re not leaving until you say it. I’ll record you. When we get married and have children, I’ll show them how their mother was crazy about me.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Who told you that?”
“I know. Since the first day you saw me, you couldn’t stay away. You saw a fair Fulani boy and lost your senses.”
She laughed.
“The day I first saw you, loving you was the last thing on my mind.”
“Then why did you leave your seat and come sit near me? Admit it, you were attracted to me.”
“And why did you follow me everywhere after that?”
“Yes, and that’s just the beginning. Wherever you go, I’ll follow you. One day I’ll become ‘the husband before she even says yes.’”
She lowered her head silently.
“Please Piya,” he said gently, “take me to your father. Are you still delaying?”
“Bribe me first.”
“Whatever you want. I can give you the world. I can go to the end of the earth for you.”
“But the earth is spherical. It has no end.”
“I don’t care. You know what I mean.”
“How do you do it?” he asked.
“Do what?”
“Finish my sentences. You always know what’s in my heart before I say it.”
She smiled lovingly.
“Because I am your soulmate.”
---
After the Break
“I am your soulmate.”
Her voice echoed in his mind.
His head felt like it would split in two. But worse than the headache was the pain in his heart — a burning, itching pain he couldn’t scratch.
So this is heartbreak.
This is what people jokingly call “breakfast” on social media?
For years, he never imagined a future without her. He had planned their wedding, their house, even imagined their children.
Then she returned from a trip, walked into his office with a big pregnant belly and said:
“I am married. I have been married for years. I’m sorry.”
“It was all a misunderstanding. I never thought you loved me. You never said it.”
He laughed bitterly. Maybe madness would be a blessing. At least in a mental hospital they’d sedate him so he wouldn’t think about her.
He called her. No answer.
He called again.
Then the automated voice said the number wasn’t available.
“She blocked you.”
It wasn’t a dream. It was real.
He hated her.
But at the same time, there was nothing in the world he wanted more than her.
Is that even possible?
---
Her 🧕
Her hands trembled as she tried to start the car. Part of her didn’t care if she crashed. But she reminded herself that life belongs to Allah alone.
She drove slowly, ignoring horns behind her.
She passed the restaurant where she celebrated his last birthday — the day they unknowingly said goodbye forever.
“Next year won’t pass without you being in my room as my wife,” he had said.
She reached home. She prayed she wouldn’t meet anyone.
But she met her brother.
“Are you crying?”
Only then did she realize she had been crying the entire time.
She locked herself in her room and finally let herself collapse in tears.
Her phone rang — his special ringtone.
She stared at his name blinking on the screen: “Pyar❤️”
“Oh Allah, have mercy on Muhammad,” she whispered.
Here is the English translati
Opening Message
I pray that Allah grants me the ability to write goodness and prevents me from writing evil.
Assalamu alaikum dearies ❤️
I hope we all observed our fast and prayers in good health. May Allah accept our عبادah and make us among His freed servants. Ameen.
So, just as I promised to write Safiyyah after Eid, here I am trying to fulfill that promise 😁. Please pray for me that Allah grants me the strength to complete it. Lol.
Believe me, I initially decided to write it on impulse, but later I started asking myself, “Are you sure?” But I had already told you all, and whenever I make a promise, I truly try my best to keep it—except when it’s beyond my control, because nobody is perfect. So we will try, insha Allah. But you’ll have to be patient with me if there’s any delay in updates. Just know that I’m doing my best.
As I said before, the novel Safiyyah will hopefully be free from beginning to end, insha Allah, depending on whether we get at least twenty sponsors. And dear readers, I kindly ask for your support by showing appreciation to the sponsors so they’ll be encouraged to keep paying for you to read Safiyyah. If there are no sponsors, then the book will become paid after the free pages.
I hope we enjoy this journey with Safiyyah and Gidado. It’s going to be rough 😁, but I promise you a smooth landing.
---
Him 👳🏻
“Tell me you love me.”
He heard her voice echo inside his ears as if she were saying it right now. He covered his ears with both hands and shut his eyes tightly, but it only felt like his vision and hearing became clearer. What he forgot was that the voice wasn’t coming from around him — it was coming from inside his head.
He could see her face clearly — as clear as a full moon. Sitting in his car, smiling at him, that smile that felt like medicine for all his worries. Her eyes filled with love for him.
“Tell me you love me,” she said while adjusting her phone camera toward his face.
He covered his face with one hand, smiling.
“Stop it!” he said, laughing.
She giggled and shifted the camera to the side he wasn’t covering.
“Just tell us. Why are you shying away from a simple question? Do you love me?”
He tried to frown but couldn’t. He could never stay upset when he was with her.
“Do you need to ask?” he said.
“Of course. I want to hear you say it.”
“What’s with the camera then?”
“As evidence. I want to record you saying it. So that if in the future you claim you don’t love me, I’ll have proof to sue you in the court of lovers.”
He laughed and tried to push the camera away, but she moved it beyond his reach.
“Confess! Say you love me.”
“Why do I have to say it? Why can’t you say it first?”
She raised her eyebrow.
“Because I said so. And I always get what I want. Now say you love me.”
He sighed.
“You’re impossible, Piya. What can I tell you that you don’t already know?”
“That you love me?”
“You already know that. You just enjoy…”
“You enjoy teasing me,” she completed for him, laughing.
“Your face is red, my dear. You’re blushing.”
He sighed again.
“Piya! You are—”
“Impossible,” she completed again.
He grabbed the phone and turned the camera toward her. She quickly covered her face while laughing.
“Now tell me you love me.”
She opened her face and glared at him playfully.
“If you’re truly shameless, say it,” he teased softly.
“Say you love me.”
She reached for the door handle.
“You’re not leaving until you say it. I’ll record you. When we get married and have children, I’ll show them how their mother was crazy about me.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Who told you that?”
“I know. Since the first day you saw me, you couldn’t stay away. You saw a fair Fulani boy and lost your senses.”
She laughed.
“The day I first saw you, loving you was the last thing on my mind.”
“Then why did you leave your seat and come sit near me? Admit it, you were attracted to me.”
“And why did you follow me everywhere after that?”
“Yes, and that’s just the beginning. Wherever you go, I’ll follow you. One day I’ll become ‘the husband before she even says yes.’”
She lowered her head silently.
“Please Piya,” he said gently, “take me to your father. Are you still delaying?”
“Bribe me first.”
“Whatever you want. I can give you the world. I can go to the end of the earth for you.”
“But the earth is spherical. It has no end.”
“I don’t care. You know what I mean.”
“How do you do it?” he asked.
“Do what?”
“Finish my sentences. You always know what’s in my heart before I say it.”
She smiled lovingly.
“Because I am your soulmate.”
---
After the Break
“I am your soulmate.”
Her voice echoed in his mind.
His head felt like it would split in two. But worse than the headache was the pain in his heart — a burning, itching pain he couldn’t scratch.
So this is heartbreak.
This is what people jokingly call “breakfast” on social media?
For years, he never imagined a future without her. He had planned their wedding, their house, even imagined their children.
Then she returned from a trip, walked into his office with a big pregnant belly and said:
“I am married. I have been married for years. I’m sorry.”
“It was all a misunderstanding. I never thought you loved me. You never said it.”
He laughed bitterly. Maybe madness would be a blessing. At least in a mental hospital they’d sedate him so he wouldn’t think about her.
He called her. No answer.
He called again.
Then the automated voice said the number wasn’t available.
“She blocked you.”
It wasn’t a dream. It was real.
He hated her.
But at the same time, there was nothing in the world he wanted more than her.
Is that even possible?
---
Her 🧕
Her hands trembled as she tried to start the car. Part of her didn’t care if she crashed. But she reminded herself that life belongs to Allah alone.
She drove slowly, ignoring horns behind her.
She passed the restaurant where she celebrated his last birthday — the day they unknowingly said goodbye forever.
“Next year won’t pass without you being in my room as my wife,” he had said.
She reached home. She prayed she wouldn’t meet anyone.
But she met her brother.
“Are you crying?”
Only then did she realize she had been crying the entire time.
She locked herself in her room and finally let herself collapse in tears.
Her phone rang — his special ringtone.
She stared at his name blinking on the screen: “Pyar❤️”
“Oh Allah, have mercy on Muhammad,” she whispered.
It won’t be easy for him.
It won’t be easy for me.