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Habibi Sadeekun… (Beloved Friend)

Almost the whole week had gone by. I realised that I hadn’t spoken to Umi yet with my hectic schedule, so I decided to call her. She answered cheerfully, as she always does. In fact, she sounded more cheerful than usual, which made me wonder if all the things Apa was saying was just out of spite or if Umi was just good at hiding things from me. I thought I’d do some digging… 

“What’s up Umzoh?” I teased. She hates when I call her that. 

“I’m just sorting some clothes.” 

“Ah Umi… Is Abbu boring you so much that sorting clothes excites you? Romance shomance kidhar hein?” {Where’s the Romance?} 

“Muhn band Kar!”  {Close your mouth!} 

I burst out in laughter. I could just picture my sweet Umi’s cheeks turn 3 shades red. 

“Sharam nahi aati?” {Aren’t you ashamed?} 

“I’m JOKING Umi. But anyway… I know Abbu is getting old… But you know old is gold huh?” I raised my eyebrows suggestively as if she could see me. 

“Sayfullah!” Umi yelled through the phone, almost deafening me. 

“JOOOKKKKE Umi… Joke. Lucky I’m not there. You’ll be throwing that whole basket of clothes at me.”

“Awh my son… No. To be honest I miss this. I miss you. This house is so quiet without you and your sister.” 

“I miss you too Umi. I know I was planning to come home to visit, but you know with this new job…” 

“I understand beta… You can’t take leave until the project is over.”

“Jee… But I’ll make it up to you’ll. I promise.”

“Speaking of making it up… Have you spoken to your sister?”

“Not really… But I messaged her.” 

“We spoke two days ago… She was really heart broken. I don’t know what went on between you two, but I didn’t like hearing her cry.”

“I know… I didn’t mean to be rude to her. She was just nagging too much about Naseerah Umi.” 

“She cares for you.” 

“I know.”

My conversation with Umi was cut short because just then, I received an incoming call from Uncle Ahmed. 

“Laatie, I need a favor. I just got home now and I can’t remember if I locked the office door. All the operating machine keys as well as construction plans are in there. Since you live close by, please check and let me know. I don’t know how I slipped up.”

“No problem. I’m leaving now. The last thing we need is a theft. Don’t stress, I’ll call you when I’m there.” 

After a long day at work, the last thing I wanted to do was go back there, but my life is such that if anyone else slips up, I am screwed. So I grabbed some clothes and got my keys and left. 

What happened next, I never imagined would happen even in my wildest dreams.

The sky had just turned that last shade of blue where you can see, but just barely. I pulled into the lot where we park our cars and jumped off quickly. I was the only one there and boy was I skrik! 

You know that hop like sprint you do from the kitchen light switch, throughout the house when you’re alone at night until you reach your bed, as if a jinn is chasing you? Picture me doing that across the parking lot in socks and sandals. Don’t laugh! You’d be skrik too if you saw how pitch dark it gets here without lights on site.

A knot formed in my stomach as I reached out to shake the office door handle. My heart was beating out of my chest the moment the door opened. “No no no!” I shrieked with terror. I couldn’t help but to imagine the worst. I’ve been watching homicide investigation series lately and it’s starting to get to me.

I pulled out my phone and used it as a torch. If I could, I would’ve left one foot at the door so I could be ready to run for my life if someone popped up from under the table with a baseball bat to kill me. I reached for the drawer that had all the keys in them. It was locked and the plans looked to be in place. 

“Alhumdulilah!” I sighed in relief as I ran out slamming the door shut and locking it. As I turned around to go back to my car I got the shock of my life! 

“SAM! What the hell are you doing here?!” I screamed in almost a girls pitch tone of voice. Almost…  I said A-L-M-O-S-T. 

“Oh Mr. Sayfullah sir… I-i uh whas kha-min to hask you da sem thing sir. Any problem here?” he said in an accent. 

“No no… I just needed to check on something. Why are you here so late? Shouldn’t you have been home by now? ” I asked him, walking back to my car. Although Sam was an old man who couldn’t fight to save our lives, I felt braver knowing I wasn’t alone. 

“N-Nah-thing sir. I’m going jest now.” he said, looking rather suspicious. Something just wasn’t right. I don’t know why, but there’s something about Sam that makes me feel uneasy ever since the first day I met him.

“Sure Sam?” I tried to read him. He was hiding something… I just didn’t know what. 

“Yes.. Bye sir” 

As I jumped into my car, I noticed a flame in the distance. “What the?” I thought I was seeing things but the sky darkened and the flame burnt brighter. “I knew it!” I yelled to myself as the anger of Sam lying to me took over. 

My car came to a screeching hault when I drifted around the building and reached the place where the fire had been burning. I looked around to see what I could use to put it out but the surroundings were nothing but concrete and old wood. A huge fire stood in front of me, obviously fueled by the wood we’ve been working all week to get out of the factory.  “Think think think Sayf!” I panicked. 

As I reached in my pocket to get my phone, someone grabbed my hand in a firm grip. I looked up and went cold and numb as I felt my breathe be sucked out of me.  In front of me stood an African lady. She looked into my eyes and all I saw were the white clouds that covered hers. She looked possessed. Her dreadlocks were covered in beads and she had a stick in her hand that had feathers coming out the end. There were bones hanging from a string around her neck. 

This was no ordinary lady… 
She was a Sangoma and I realised right then that I had just been caught in the middle of a ritual they were performing. 

“Ya Allah! YA ALLAH!” was all I could scream TRYING TO GET AWAY! 

And when a messenger from Allah came to them confirming that which was with them, a party of those who had been given the Scripture threw the Scripture of Allah behind their backs as if they did not know [what it contained]. (Quran 2:101)

And they followed [instead] what the devils had recited during the reign of Solomon. It was not Solomon who disbelieved, but the devils disbelieved, teaching people magic and that which was revealed to the two angels at Babylon, Harut and Marut. But the two angels do not teach anyone unless they say, “We are a trial, so do not disbelieve [by practicing magic].” And [yet] they learn from them that by which they cause separation between a man and his wife. But they do not harm anyone through it except by permission of Allah . And the people learn what harms them and does not benefit them. But the Children of Israel certainly knew that whoever purchased the magic would not have in the Hereafter any share. And wretched is that for which they sold themselves, if they only knew. (Quran 2:102)

[To Be Continued] 


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