At night – Fatimah and Blessing in the room gisting
Fatimah: But babe, what you did is really wrong and a big sin. All you have to do is ask Allah for forgiveness and never go back to that sinful life again.
Aishah: Okay, I hear you. So, tell me about your life since you left that rich people’s house. I’m still wondering what brought you back here after all you’ve been through.
Fatimah: Well… I don’t know exactly, but I feel more connected to this house than anywhere else. I think Dad never wanted me out of this home, even though he’s not alive. May Allah forgive his sins and grant him Aljannah Firdaus.
Aishah: Ameen, oh.
Fatimah: (looking sad)
Aishah: What’s wrong? Come on, talk to me.
Fatimah: Could you believe I found my biological mother?
Aishah: Are you serious? When? Where?
Grace: (tries to enter Fatimah’s room but pauses as she overhears)
Fatimah: (explains everything to Aishah) I couldn’t believe my mom had been a maid, locked in a dungeon since I was born. People can be so cruel.
Aishah: No wonder! So you’re a half-cast? I knew it! You can’t be this beautiful for nothing!
Fatimah: What… what are you saying?
Aishah: Don’t you see? Your dad is abroad! Your dad’s Oyinbo! Wow!
Fatimah: And so? He left my mom to suffer for many years.
Aishah: Gosh, babe, I envy you now! Imagine if my dad was Oyinbo… ahhh! Men are in trouble!
Fatimah: I guess you also envy how much I was brutally raped and mistreated by your mom!
Aishah: No! I’m so sorry about your past.
Fatimah: No man—or father—can be like your dad. But you don’t know his worth until he leaves this world. He’s the best thing that has ever happened to me.
Aishah: And me too.
Fatimah: I need to sleep early so I can go to work tomorrow.
Aishah: Work? What kind of work are you doing?
Fatimah: I’m a cleaner.
Aishah: Why? Why that type of work?
Fatimah: That’s the only job I could get, and Mum’s shop has run down. I need to work so we can eat.
Aishah: How much are you paid?
Fatimah: 15k monthly.
Aishah: That’s too small. Okay, no problem—I’ll also find work, or be a salesgirl tomorrow. Together with Abdulrahman, you don’t have to do it alone.
Fatimah: That’s why I love you. Come here. (They embrace)
Grace: (takes a deep breath and heads back to her room)
(Curtain)
The next morning…
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At her cleaning company
Secretary: Have you cleaned my boss’s office?
Fatimah: No, ma, that’s what I’m about to do.
Secretary: Please do it quickly; the boss will be here soon.
Fatimah: Okay, I’ll do it right away. (She carries her mopping bucket straight to the office.)
2 minutes later
Secretary: (on her feet) Morning, sir.
Jamiu: Morning, dear. (Heads to his office.)
Secretary: (quickly following) Sorry, sir, the cleaner is still cleaning your office.
Jamiu: No problem. You can go back to your place.
Secretary: Okay, sir.
Jamiu: (enters the office and heads to his desk; Fatimah turns her back to him, mopping) Hmmmm… (clears throat)
Fatimah: (quickly turns to greet him, shocked to realize Jamiu is the owner; the mop falls from her hands. She quickly picks it up, trying to continue mopping.)
Jamiu: (in shock) Fa… Fatimah! (Moves toward her; she pretends not to hear) Fatimah! (Trying to touch her but restrains himself) Please, turn to me. (Gently takes the mop from her hands.)
Fatimah: Please give me the mop. Let me do my work and leave.
Jamiu: I am not losing you again—not this time. Please, I beg you with the name of Allah: come with me to the cafeteria so we can talk properly. I promise I won’t inconvenience you.
Fatimah: (takes a deep breath) You promise?
Jamiu: Yes! Please.
Fatimah: Okay… lead the way.
Jamiu: thank you so much, ( he lead the way while the secretary watch how
they passes her front).
Fatimah: ( she have a seat) what is it?.
Jamiu: please Fatimah, how do you want me to prove to you that my feelings for you is real?
Fatimah: oh really? Mr real feeling? I know you are after my beauty, you and I barely talk, I can't believe you fell in love with me just like that? You see this beauty you are in love with? Ruined my life, so stop pretending to be real, I know you are after my body.
Jamiu: I swear with the name of Allah am not after your body! I have looked everywhere for you since you left Lukman's house, I want to marry you, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, am not after you beauty trust me.
Fatimah: you see this girl sitting in front of you? She was raped by two men
when she was 11years old, she was maltreated by her so called mom, do
you still want to marry her?.
Jamiu: ( in shocked) I…..I…Am so sorry, I never knew all this, now I
understand why you hate men, but please am not here to hurt you in anyway, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, don't feel this? Everywhere you run to I always find you! My feelings for you is real ( he
notice her tears) please don't cry, please! I wish I can hug you right now, am so sorry for every pain you ve been through, from now on you can't work under me, I want to see your guardians please!.
Fatimah: (wiping her tears) You still want me?
Jamiu: Yes, my love. I love you for who you are. Even if you weren’t beautiful, I would still love you. Please… let me see your guardians.
Fatimah: I don’t know for now. I need some time to think clearly. I have to go since you don’t want me working under you.
Jamiu: Wait! Before you go, please take this phone so I can reach you anytime. It’s my second phone—SIM and everything is inside.
Fatimah: I… I can’t take it.
Jamiu: Please… for the sake of Allah!
Fatimah: For the sake of Allah, right?
Jamiu: Yes! Thank you so much.
Fatimah: I really need to get going now.
Jamiu: Let me accompany you.
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