11/10/2025
{ Islamic Story 📚📖}
*TITLE: ”Behind the close door" Episode one🔥*
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*BEHIND THE CLOSE DOOR 🚪*
*EPISODE ONE....(page one)*
Ramsiyyah
"Let's break up," I declared to Iremide, my boyfriend of five years.
He looked at me, unsurprised. Instead of anger, he chuckled, "Like I predicted. Word's already spread about your impending marriage to the Olarewaju family's heir. I expected this breakup, so don't bother announcing it." Iremide's voice was sober.
"I'm so sorry for causing you pain, Ire."
"Sorry for what? Why, Keji? I love you with all my heart. I've shown you love and care. Why choose that rich kid over me? Is it because I don't drive the latest car? Because my parents haven't traveled the world? Because my family isn't as wealthy as his? You're stabbing me by marrying that jerk!" Iremide's voice was laced with anger.
"It's not my fault, Ire. You know I can't trade your love for anything. But my family is already entangled in this. I was betrothed to him in university. I only recently learned that his parents were sponsoring my education, right up until I got my PhD. Now, they're at my parents' doorstep demanding payment for all those years. Is it my fault now? How was I supposed to know five years ago?" I tried to explain.
Iremide grabbed my hand. "Let go and meet them now! This marriage can't work. I can't imagine life without you. Please, stay with me. I might lose my life because of you. Please, Keji, stay with me!" He was in tears.
I pulled my hand away. "This is beyond my control, Ire. Please understand. It's hard for me too, but I have to save my family from crippling debt. If I do anything foolish, my parents might be ruined forever. Please understand me. Stay alive. You have so much to achieve with your life. Don't waste it on unrequited love. I'll never forget you for all you've done for me."
He hugged me tightly. I wept. It hurt so much to sacrifice my love for my parents' well-being. Iremide and I parted, the pain palpable.
I returned home, weighed down, but my parents' joy at my impending marriage to Alhaji Olarewaju's heir was palpable. Everyone knew of their significant wealth: three petrol stations, two supermarkets, and two boutiques. It was every woman's dream to marry into such a family. My parents were long-time friends of Alhaji Olarewaju and his wife, Alhaja Fatima. They'd attended the same secondary school and university, their bond unbreakable. But their circumstances differed—my parents weren't wealthy in the same way. Nevertheless, their friendship was profound, culminating in this arranged marriage.
Entering my room, I collapsed onto the bed, sobbing. I didn't want this marriage. How could I marry someone I didn't love, regardless of their wealth? All I wanted was to marry someone I loved, even if he was a fisherman.
My mother entered, carrying a bridal gown. I composed myself, pretending to sleep.
"Ramsiyyah Morenikeji, your dress has arrived from Dubai," my mother announced loudly.
I remained silent, hoping she'd leave me alone. If it wasn't about Iremide, I didn't want to hear anything.
"I know you're not asleep. Get up and check the dress. If there's a mistake, we can send it back. This dress cost over eighty thousand Naira!"
Hearing that price, I bolted upright. "Mum, where did you get that much money? You're taking this too far! It's ridiculous! I will never wear this expensive dress!" I cried out.
"Well, Ramsiyyah, your mother-in-law ordered this from Dubai. She wants you to look dazzling on that day. Who will pay for an eighty thousand Naira dress? Don't disgrace me, Morenikeji. Your child will also listen to you."
"But Mum, I'm unhappy! I'm devastated. You know I don't like extravagant things. I want a simple life. I don't want to marry!"
"It always seems difficult at first. You'll get used to it. We always want the best for you. We're desperate to keep you from marrying someone miserable. You deserve happiness, my darling, and the man you're marrying is a gentleman. We've chosen the best for you," my mother said.
"But Mum, don't you care if I have someone I love?"
"I don't need to know. It doesn't matter. But if you refuse to marry Jamal, we have to cover the enormous costs of your education, which totaled five million Naira. Your father in law covered it all in payments and handouts. You'll have to sell your father to afford it," my mother said.
"Fine. I accept my fate. I just pray you don't regret this."
"You'll realize one day that we choose the best for you. Now, focus on being a virtuous and hardworking daughter-in-law. May God be with you. I believe you're a virtuous and hardworking woman. Don't disgrace me when you get there. Be an obedient wife. This is my final advice. Your new home is ready for you. You have nothing to worry about because it has been arranged for you to move into it Tuesday of the coming week." My mother added. "I'm closing this door; don't think of returning as a divorcee. Alhaji Olarewaju has already completed the new apartment for you and your family!" She finished.
On the wedding day......
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