LOVE AT FIRST FLIGHT Episode 3

LOVE AT FIRST FLIGHT (Haduwar mu) Episode 3

     ❣Phateemah Taheer❣

Life they say is full of lessons,and these lessons help one way or the other in shaping our lives,this one reason was one of the reasons why through out the month of Ramadan I tried to make peace with Ahmad...

The programmes I listened to  and watched on t.v helped me in making the decision to forget about everything and concentrate more on the ibadat  which is the main reason for our creation and existence.

Everyday I live with fear...The month of ramadan had come just a while ago and would be leaving today...as Umma always say...."years have rolled down to months and months weeks and weeks days ..mutun dole yaji tsoran Allah because bai san a wani yanayi Allah zai dauki ransa ba".....and these words have been ringing in my ears for far too long....Longer than I can remember...

"Easy there young lady,you have been scrubbing that same spot for more than ten minutes".......Aunty Binta said to me...

I looked quickly at the sponge I was holding against the large tray I was washing....."nothing too serious,just got lost in thoughts"....I said with a smile....

"Ok,pass me the tray,gobe Sallah and we have a lot to do".....Aunty Binta said stretching out a hand...."Nikam I have done my part,I'm going to set the dinning table for iftar".....I said and walked out of the kitchen.....

I got to the parlor and heard my phone ringing,and I picked it up without hesitation..."Shay"....I mumbled out upon seeing the caller's ID...."Shay,its almost time for iftar you should be in the kitchen just like me,not calling".....I said jokingly....."Ji mun wannan yarinyan,we all know who is more active in the kitchen among the two of us".....Shay said and we laughed it off.....

"So what's up?"....I asked curiously...."I have a surprise for you,but first sai kin bada tukuici"......Shay said sounding super excited.

"Ok,but how am I sure the good news is really good and worth any tukuici"......I said rolling my eyes....."trust me it is,and I'm always damn serious whenever I say trust me".....Shay said sounding so serious.....

"ok ok ok....you can have that pink diary you have always wanted"....I said now sounding so eager...."fair enough.....ok ok.....So you know that dream of yours I promised to fulfil as long as you  teach me how to bake?".....Shay said talking super fast.....

"Yea...so you know I asked for your CV some weeks ago and you asked me what I wanted with it and I told you not to get excited until you have to and you were so lost and became furious because you thought I was speaking in a language you don't understand".....Shay said super fast I could hardly make out what she was saying..

"Cut to the chase Shay,you very well know how much I hate suspense".....I said with my heart beating in two's......"Ok...ok.."....Shay said sounding super excited . ."I saw this advert online some weeks ago on my uncle's laptop,about Ethiopian airways recruiting hostesses and I asked him about it and he said he knows someone in their office here in Kano who knows someone in the head office at Addis Ababa....and I sent him along with your CV and told him how much you dream of being an air hostess and he agreed to help...I have since then been monitoring your email,knowing pretty well how you go weeks without checking and today....I can across your acceptance/ interview letter".....Shay said and the hunger in my tummy just disappeared.

"Shay,I am so hungry,this joke is certainly too expensive gaskiya"....I sais hoping to hear her say its not a joke....

"Yum I'm serious....you got in...all you have to do now is the presentation and interview,which is 3days after Eid by the way, and if you dont believe me,then check your email".....Shay said sarcastically..

"omg....omg...Shay I love you...I super super love you"......was all I could say while jumping like a lemur....."You are welcome...an kira sallah....iftar kareem and bye".....Shay said and hung up.

I spent the better part of the evening jumping like all the birds I know until one thought struck my head...."Will Abba agree?"....

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LOVE AT FIRST FLIGHT Episode 4

LOVE AT FIRST FLIGHT -(Haduwar mu) Episode 4

   ❣Phateemah Taheer❣

Growing up is a constantly evolving process...As we grow older we tend to need things we never needed when we were kids,especially we girls tend to want privacy,our own room, our own space and we always expect everything to be done our way.

As all parents,my parents had dreams of what they wanted me to become...Left to my dad the decision for a career for me was pretty very simple....As a child I was smart,intelligent and really straight forward...I grabbed easily whatever I was taught...."My sweet little Yumna is a born doctor".....My dad would always say...

I wanted that too as I started growing a bit older,but heyyyy....came my cycles and I realized just how much I detested the sight of blood.....No...no ...no I just couldn't stand it wollah....It irritated me as hell,but being a girl I adapted,but that's because its mine,doesn't mean I could ever learn to deal with that of others.

If at the age of fifteen I hated blood that much,what more If i grew older?...."Pilot Abba ...I want to be a pilot"....I always said to Abba.....

"Yumna being a pilot suits men most...besides considering our culture and traditions,no man will let him wife fly all th time".....Abba would always say....."Isn't it the same thing as being a doctor,I would hardly have time for my family".....I would always reply.

"But not as time consuming as being a pilot....you are weak in physics Yumna,and you know you need it to be a pilot"....Abba always said....

"I hate Biology"....I would always say...."plus I hate blood too Abba".....I would add to make my point....

It took a lot of convincing before Abba let me off the Medicine hook and allowed me to settle with Computer science and information technology after trying so hard but couldn't get into the flying school.

"how do I convince Abba now to let me become an air hostess"....I said as I practiced my speech pacing up and down on the corridor.....

"What are you doing"......Umma said as she opened the door without me realising it......."Uhmhmmm...nothing just jogging a bit?".....I stammered......
"Yumna are you 12?....You know you can ask me anything,anything at all.....its either a yes or a no....its that simple....just ask and stop wasting your energy pacing up and down"......Umma said with a completely smile-free face.......

"well Umma,yes I'm pacing and yes I have a favour to ask.....but no its not from you....".....I said slowly and a bit worried....

"Me kike jira then...go and ask him".....Umma said moving away from the door....."Umma just a little tip,is he in a good mood?".....I asked curiously....

"He is in a good mood ofcourse Gobe Sallah,but if you are going to ask him if you can go out with Ahmad tomorrow you know it ll be a no,your father doesn't allow that and you know it..Duk inda mace da namiji suka kebe na ukun su sheda...I'm sure you have mastered those lines by now".....Umma said clearly angry at something.

"no that's not it...its something else and ......"Banyi shirin yin masa da miyar taushe ba and your father said that's what he wants after Eid tomorrow,I have a lot to do,go face your disappointment"......Umma said interrupting me and walked away.

I stood there for what seemed like forever before getting the courage...."now or never Yum"....I said to my nervous self.

"Salamualaikum".....I said as I entered Abba's parlor...."waalaikisalam".....Abba replied....."Abba Sannu da Hutawa"......I said sitting beside his feet....."Yauwa mamana".....he said the Usual way he replies me considering I was named after him mom ,Maryam.

"Abba,I..I..."...I tried to say and the words just wouldn't come out....."Mamana,you know you can tell me anything"....Abba said and that sounded a bit relieving......"Abba I got a job".....I said and almost couldn't believe I said it.

"Really?but where"....Abba asked sounding amazed....."With Ethiopian airways".....I said nervously......"Ok,that's good"....Abba said sounding excited and I almost couldn't believe it....."but as what?What will you be assigned to?Ticketing,administrative duties?tell me the details".....Abba said sounding interested...

"As an ....air.... hostess"......I said looking down at my sweaty palms....."Yumna,you know that an impossible job for a Muslim Hausa girl,our culture,our tradition,the hostesses' outfit just is the main issue here and the too much flying around"....Abba said..

"Abba I know,and I really want this and I know you trust me and believe in the kind of upbringing you gave me....too much flying around would be me working Abba.....and the interview and audition and training is in 3days....Dan Allah kayi Naam,not to mention the pay is incredibly good too".....I said sounding desperate.

"No Yumna...if its about the money,tell me how much they pay and I ll give it to you every month until I find you a suitable job,but just not this job".....Abba said with a stern look in my eyes.....

"Abba please".....I begged....."kije ki sha ruwa,an Kira Sallah"....Abba said and stood up,leaving me there in tears.

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LOVE AT FIRST FLIGHT Episode 2

LOVE AT FIRST FLIGHT (Haduwar mu) Episode 2

       ❣Phateemah Taheer❣

Sometimes......no most of the times the choices we think are right for us only to end up realising they were what we thought we wanted or what we thought we needed but not actually what we really want,same rules apply for a lot of decisions in our lives.

I thought I wanted Ahmad,or may be at some point he was all I wanted....Ahmad and I have been having this thing going on for like ever, but strangely my taste seems to have changed over time...

Yes he is nice, yes he is religious ,yes his parents are influential just like mine, and yes I know I love him ,so much at that...but for some reasons lately I have been feeling as though something is lacking in our relationship and its killing me trying to find out what....

Like every Ramadhan it had been a tradition for us to have iftar together on some specific days during the first 10 days, the middle and then the last 10days of the holy and blessed month,but this year I just want to let go of that tradition as it seems a bit outdated,I need new tradions,but then again Umma was right when she said they wouldn't be traditions if they were new....

"I need to call Shaheeda, she would know what to say to calm me down"......I said to myself as I picked up my brand new iPhone 7 plus up from the bed to dial her number....

"Hello".....I said immediately she picked up......"What trouble are you in today Yum?".....Shaheeda said calling me Yum as she always does....

"Indecisiveness"......I said...."Hold on,I don't just call when I'm in trouble and there you are thinking I called because I am in some sought of trouble".....I said sarcastically....."Yum, I have known you since kindergarten,I kno you so well...so shoot already"......Shaheeda said laughing softly......"Still on Ahmad's issue"......I said restlessly......"Yum,I can't talk to you about matters of the heart, especially when I know how much you love Ahmad,may be shedan ke miki fitsari a kae"......Shaheeda said and laughed so hard......

"not funny Shay....wallahi I'm totally losing interest in Ahmad.........irin totallyyyyyy".....I emphasized with so much seriousness....."Yum,I think the best thing for you to do is to seriously pray about this....its Ramadan,so your problem is half solved...just let your heart be at rest,intensify your prayers and let Allah make this decision for you."........Shaheeda said calmly...."I love you Shay.....I really really love you,I ll do just as you have said...I have to go its almost iftaar and  Ahmad will be here soon.".....I said in such a hurry....."Love you too Yum...my love to Ahmad".....Shaheeda said ....."Would do ...bye "......I said and hung up hurriedly.

I quickly removed the top  which I wore with a tight fitting trouser and brought out a blue and white kimono from my wardrobe....I looked slightly at the mirror,adjusted my tarha(veil wrapped around the head) and made a fake smile at my image in the mirror and then left the room almost immediately...

"Yumna,Ahmadieee is here"........my mum's immediate younger sister whose husband was abroad for PhD said with a smile....."he's too old for that name".....I said not seeming interested....."Anyways yana parlor,everything you guys will need are all set...and Yumna??".....my aunt said....."Naam".....I said turning to look at her....."we need to talk,seriously talk".....she said....."okies"......I said,implying the usual way when I am not interested in something.

I got to the parlor and met Ahmad already praying magrib prayer after which he looked at me and smiled...I smiled back at him...."Ahmadieee barka da Shan Ruwa".......I said jokingly...."Where's that coming from".....Ahmad said laughing slightly...."Aunty Binta just called you that...I totally forgot I used to call you that".....I said laughing so hard while I poured hot water into the mugs....."Wallahi nima...anyways iftaar Kareem to you too"......Ahmad said smiling lightly......"I miss our childhood....a lot has changed ...so much"......I said staring blankly at my plate of mashed  potatoe and egg sauce side dished with chicken Salad and wings.

"Not so much has changed...we havent changed...we re still here...me ,you and everything we have,everything we have always had "......Ahmad said looking down at the toast on his plate just like the typical fulani guy that he is.

"I am so full I can hardly talk,thank God I prayed before eating".....I said and Ahmad got up almost immediately......"Yea...I have to go Yumna,I really would like to stay but my dad is having iftaar feast at home,but I just had to come because of our long tradition,now I have to get back before he notices I'm missing"......Ahmad said with a smile and turned to leave...."its ok"....was all I could say...."talk to you later".....Ahmad said and left.

I rushed to my room to take off the heavy kimono i was wearing and my aunt entered almost  immediately I did that....."Yumna what's going on between you and Ahmad,you have become a little cold towards him these days".......Aunty Binta said ....

"You are getting too old,we are perfectly fine"......I said placing my hand on her shoulders and smiling lightly...."Ah Toh Alhamdulillah,just checking dama...plus I'm 32,life begins at 40"......Aunty Binta said laughing hard and left.

I shot the door behind her and looked at myself in the mirror while I continued to ponder on what could possibly be wrong with me.

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LOVE AT FIRST FLIGHT Episode 1

LOVE AT FIRST FLIGHT (HADUWAR MU) Episode 1

❣Phateemah Taheer❣

Right from childhood,i have always been a lively person.I am not the kind of person who doesnt make friends easily,but when i do,i keep them for life....I love adventures,like real adventure...Vising new places,interacting with people with the same mind set as me has always been a pleasure to me...I don’t try to be who i am not and i don’t hide how i feel about anything or about anyone.

I have always had the dream of coming a pilot,but that dream was crushed when i couldn’t get admitted into the flying school due to my hatred for physics,which lo and behold was a necessary requirement for the flying school programmes. I ended up studying Computer science as my major with information technology as a subsidiary course.

I sat on the couch listening to the Ramadhan programme for the day on sunnah tv when i heard Umma calling from the kitchen.............”Yumnah”.....Umma shouted again from the kitchen as i quickly got on my feet and raced towards the kitchen.....”Yumna,today of all days isn’t a day for you to sit around and be lazing here and there...atleast not by this time...today is the first day of Ramadhan and its just about an hour to Iftaar, yet the food still isn’t ready,in ba baza kiyi girkin ba atleast sai ki tsaya kiyi coordinating. (even if you wont participate atleast stay and coordinate.).

“Wallahi Umma i am so tired ne shiyasa ( that is why), and almost everything has been set...i
fried the chips,chicken salad is ready, made the toast and the turkey has been in the oven for over 4hours now and should be well roasted in about 30minutes...the cooks are handling the Kunu and Kosai,which as you know Umma isn’t my department”....i said and gave Umma a grim while she gave me a blank look.....”not your department?”......Umma asked wondering what i meant by that......”eh mana....Umma kinsan (you know) traditional dishes indai ba (except) miyar Kuka da Semovita bah...then i’d rather go continental”.....i said smiling with my lips are wide as anything and Umma smiled too.........

“anyways,tunda your continental dishes as you have said are ready,you should go and get
ready,your father will be breaking his fast with his brothers,and i also have to sit with them so it wouldn’t look like i don’t want them here.....Ahmad will be coming as Usually to have Iftar here so you should go and get ready”......Umma said and was about to leave when i stopped her with a sad look......”does he have to come this year....i am tired of this tradition of him coming here for iftaar every 1st, 10th,15th and 25th day of the month of ramadhan...”........ i said not even trying to hide my disappointment.....

“but its always been a tradition you two made for eachother even before your father and i
became ok with it”......... Umma said.....”well i guess we need new traditions around here”.....i said rolling my hands down my long over dued for relaxing hair....”it wouldn’t be a tradition if it is new now would it?..go and get dressed”....Umma said and left me standing there....

”i am 21 years old now,not 17 anymore....when will my parents get this?..”......i said and headed to my room stamping my feet on the floor.

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Eid Mubarak to all my adorable readers...

season 6 of Phateemah Taheer's series is here with LOVE AT FIRST FLIGHT (haduwar mu)..This is a story about love,passion,ambition, betrayal and most of all marital life.....I ll post new Episodes 3times a week,Mondays,Thursdays and Saturdays
at 7pm online and then 8pm in other platforms....stay tuned...you don't want to miss this......xoxo

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