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FROM LONDON TO ABUJA WITH LOVE
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Chapter One“And We have enjoined upon man [care] for his parents. His mother carried him with hardship and gave birth to him with hardship…”Surah Al-Ahqaf (46:15)The morning London sky was the kind of grey that made you want to stay in bed forever. But Haniya Mustafa didn’t have that luxury. At 26, she was already many things—a first daughter, a full-time Master’s student, an entrepreneur running a modest online fashion boutique, and most heavily, the anchor of her family’s expectations.She stood at the window of her small flat in East London, the steam from her morning tea fogging the glass as she stared blankly at the street below. Haniya’s life, while polished on the surface, was ruled by an invisible weight years of being the dutiful daughter, the dependable one, the fixer.Behind her, the muffled sound of *** voice notes played through her phone. Her mother’s voice filtered through in rapid Hausa.“Ki tuna kina farkon haihuwa, Haniya. Dole ne ki zama abin koyi ga kan’uwanki. Muna jiran mijinki. Ki daina bata lokaci!”(“Remember you’re the firstborn, Haniya. You must be a role model to your siblings. We are waiting for your husband. Stop wasting time!”)She sighed, closing the app.No matter how many degrees she earned, no matter how many sales her boutique made, it would never be enough unless she got married. Respectable. Responsible. Reassuring to her family back home in Abuja.But what they didn’t know was that Haniya had tried. She had loved. And it had almost destroyed her.Later that afternoon, she met up with her best friend Amina at a Moroccan café tucked inside a quiet alley near Stratford.“I swear, if I hear ‘when are you getting married’ one more time,” Haniya muttered, stirring her mint tea with too much force, “I will scream.”Amina laughed, brushing a honey-blonde curl from her hijab. “You and every other eldest daughter in diaspora.”“I just…” Haniya hesitated. “I gave Amir everything. Two years of my life. I thought he was it.”Amina’s smile faded. “You don’t have to justify your pain, Haniya. He cheated. He humiliated you. That’s on him.”Haniya looked away. “It’s been six months. I should be over it.”“No,” Amina said firmly. “You should be healing, not rushing.”They sat in silence, letting the weight of that truth settle between them.“I think…” Haniya whispered, “I want to start again. For me this time. Not for my parents. Not for what the community expects.”Amina reached across the table, squeezing her hand. “Then do it. Start with yourself. And maybe one day, someone will meet you there.”Haniya offered a small smile. She didn’t know yet that someone had already started walking her way from a world entirely different from hers. A world where love was dangerous, loyalty was earned in blood, and softness like hers was a rare thing.But...
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