At the gate of the house, the okada rider who brought Zainab stopped.
She got down with her belongings and stood there quietly, wondering who would give her money to pay him. She knew she didn’t have even a single coin, and her mother wasn’t home, so she couldn’t even go inside to get money. What was she supposed to do now?
She stood there for a long time, lost in thought, until the rider said, “Madam, please dismiss me so I can go.”
She sighed deeply and said in a soft voice, “Please forgive me, sir. I swear I don’t even have five naira. Please forgive the money.”
He looked at her carefully, then glanced at the house. He smirked slightly. He recognized her—Zainab, the daughter of the woman he once carried to a native doctor outside town. He still remembered her mother clearly and what he heard that day troubled him.
In his heart he said, “If your mother has money to visit a native doctor, then I will not forgive my money. If you were truly poor, I might have forgiven you.”
Then he said aloud, “Just give me my money. I didn’t come out to carry people like you for free. I came out to work!”
Zainab stayed silent, thinking of what to do. He raised his voice angrily, demanding his payment.
Tears filled her eyes. She remembered her father—if he were alive, no one would dare treat her like this. If he were alive, she wouldn’t even be riding an okada, let alone be unable to pay.
She thought of Mama Hanif and prayed she was home—she was the only one who could help.
“Please, let me go inside and bring your money,” she said weakly.
But he refused. “No! You won’t go anywhere. You’ll give me my money here. You might run away!”
Tears streamed down her face.
“Even if you cry blood today, you must pay me! People like you unbelievers don’t deserve mercy!”
That word unbelievers made her raise her head sharply and glare at him. Her anger rose despite her weakness.
“Unbelievers? Who are you calling that?” she asked angrily.
“You people! If you can afford a native doctor, then pay me. Enemies of Allah!”
Out of anger, she almost slapped him. Her belongings fell, including the flask Sadiq bought for her, which broke.
But she stopped herself when she noticed he was an elderly man. Her upbringing wouldn’t allow her to slap someone that old. So she turned to go inside instead.
He quickly blocked her path. “Oh, so you want to slap me? Just because I told the truth? Give me my money! You’re not going anywhere!”
She snapped, “Move aside! I respect you, but if you continue, I will disrespect you in a way you’ll never forget. I will not pay you!”
Angered, he raised his hand to slap her, but she dodged weakly.
Some young men passing by stopped and asked what was happening. The rider explained his side, accusing her.
The young men offered to pay, but just then Khadija arrived after hearing the commotion.
Zainab, overwhelmed, called her name weakly. Khadija rushed to her and hugged her tightly.
“Where did you go? Why did you leave me?” Zainab cried.
Khadija cried too. “I didn’t leave you. I was taken away. I missed you so much.”
They hugged and cried while everyone watched.
Zainab explained what happened. Khadija immediately ran inside to get money.
She returned quickly and handed the rider $1000.
The man was shocked. He stared in disbelief. While he was still stunned, Khadija ignored him, gathered Zainab’s things, and took her inside.
He didn’t even think about giving change—he quickly left, believing he had made a huge gain.
Inside, Zainab and Khadija reunited emotionally and shared their painful experiences:
Their father had died
Their mother was imprisoned
Khadija had been kidnapped and taken to Russia, then mysteriously returned with a bag full of dollars
Zainab was shocked. How could such a thing happen? It didn’t make sense.
Later, Khadija unknowingly spent another $1000 at a shop, thinking it was just like naira.
KINGDOM OF POWER 💪🔥💘
The sound of someone approaching from her mother’s side made them both turn to look—and there was Akka coming to check who had called her.
Jawad was completely confused. He didn’t know what to do. Honestly, if Chuchu’s mother caught him with her, it would be better than Akka catching him. He was very shy around her mother, but Akka… Akka was like wildfire—only God could calm her once she started.
The person approaching seemed to be coming while talking on the phone, pacing back and forth. He listened carefully to the footsteps and realized it might be Princess Sarina—his sister from their mother’s side. That made his face tighten even more. If she saw him with Chuchu, it would become disrespect.
He had no choice. Meanwhile, Chuchu didn’t even care—she was actually waiting to cause him trouble if Akka arrived.
He stepped slightly away from her and slipped his hand into his pocket, bringing out a clean, nicely scented handkerchief. Then he moved toward the path.
As soon as Akka arrived, he quickly covered her face with the handkerchief and blocked her mouth so she wouldn’t scream. He signaled Chuchu with his eyes to run toward Momma’s part.
But Chuchu, being mischievous, leaned against the wall instead, clearly refusing to go. Jawad couldn’t speak because Akka would recognize his voice instantly.
He signaled again for her to run, but she stubbornly refused. He almost cried in frustration. Meanwhile, Akka was struggling, trying to identify who was holding her.
Finally, after much struggle, Chuchu slowly walked away—mocking him, even waving goodbye playfully. He felt like slapping her, but he held himself back.
He waited until she disappeared, then dragged Akka into King’s parlor, pushed her onto the sofa, and ran away quickly.
---
Akka immediately stood up and started shouting angrily.
She swore one of her grandsons—either Jaish or Jawad—did this to her because they always disrespected her. She insisted she would not forgive them and demanded that King Zuhair and Uncle Abbas deal with them.
King, who was preparing to leave, heard the noise and rushed out. He found her fuming.
She demanded he call Abbas and Jahiz immediately—even though one was in China and the other in Brazil!
King had no choice but to obey.
---
Meanwhile, Uncle Jahiz received the call while sitting in a luxurious living room filled with expensive furniture. He was a world-class footballer—extremely wealthy and famous, having played for top clubs.
He answered calmly,
“Good morning, bro.”
King said,
“Akka wants to see you both today.”
Jahiz sighed.
“I have an important match tomorrow. What’s going on?”
King replied,
“I’ve delivered the message. Call Abbas.”
---
Back at the palace, King tried calming Akka.
---
Meanwhile, Jawad followed Chuchu to Momma’s section.
She ran inside laughing, while he was stopped by Momma.
Momma warned him seriously:
He has many enemies because of his relationship with Chuchu
He must hide their love
He should act like they are no longer together
He must pray a lot because this situation involves dangerous enemies
He agreed, though he still worried about his brother Jaish.
---
AUTA (Princess)
She tried to remove Hoorain’s helmet, but he quickly held her hand.
“I want to see your face,” she said. “You’re always around me, but I’ve never seen you.”
He avoided her gaze and said,
“Sorry, Your Highness, it’s not part of my duty.”
She placed her hands on her waist.
“So your job comes with rules on what you can do?”
He nodded.
“Then I command you now—I want to see your face.”
She walked closer to him.
He looked away, clearly trying to avoid her.
“Please remove it,” she insisted.
“Why do you want to see my face?” he asked softly.
“Because you’re the only one among the warriors I don’t know your face.”
He finally looked into her eyes—and felt his heart skip. Every time he looked at her, something strange happened to him.
He said gently,
“Please, don’t make me break my duty. I already disobeyed today because of you…”
He continued explaining that her brothers don’t like her talking to him and warned her to be careful.
She suddenly cried.
“Are you insulting my family?”
He lowered his head.
“I’m sorry, Princess.”
She walked away angrily, and he followed, apologizing.
---
She leaned against a tree, still crying.
As he watched her, he noticed a scorpion crawling toward her.
Without hesitation, he grabbed it—but it stung him.
He crushed it and ignored the pain, then followed her.
---
She saw his swollen hand and rushed to him, holding it.
“What should I bring for you?” she asked, almost crying.
They looked into each other’s eyes again, lost in the moment.
She tried again to remove his helmet.
He stopped her—and this time pulled her close.
Their faces were inches apart.
“Please… don’t make things harder for me,” he said softly.
She raised one eyebrow playfully.
“Who taught you that?” he asked.
“Yah Jaish,” she replied.
He smiled slightly.
“It suits you.”
She was surprised—he had never spoken like that before.
“Will you stop trying to remove it?” he asked.
She shook her head.
“But why?” he asked quietly.
She insisted again.
Finally, he said,
“Only the day my father allows it.”
She realized then—he obeyed his father completely.
She smiled softly.
“So… are you handsome?”
He replied,
“No beauty can compare to yours.”
He gently wiped her tears.
She smiled, her dimples showing beautifully.
“Then I should go check myself in a mirror,” she said.
He quickly replied,
“We can’t leave here until night.”
Her eyes widened.
“Then what will I eat? And what about my lessons? And bathing?”
At the gate of the house, the okada rider who brought Zainab stopped.
She got down with her belongings and stood there quietly, wondering who would give her money to pay him. She knew she didn’t have even a single coin, and her mother wasn’t home, so she couldn’t even go inside to get money. What was she supposed to do now?
She stood there for a long time, lost in thought, until the rider said,
“Madam, please dismiss me so I can go.”
She sighed deeply and said in a soft voice,
“Please forgive me, sir. I swear I don’t even have five naira. Please forgive the money.”
He looked at her carefully, then glanced at the house. He smirked slightly. He recognized her—Zainab, the daughter of the woman he once carried to a native doctor outside town. He still remembered her mother clearly and what he heard that day troubled him.
In his heart he said,
“If your mother has money to visit a native doctor, then I will not forgive my money. If you were truly poor, I might have forgiven you.”
Then he said aloud,
“Just give me my money. I didn’t come out to carry people like you for free. I came out to work!”
Zainab stayed silent, thinking of what to do. He raised his voice angrily, demanding his payment.
Tears filled her eyes. She remembered her father—if he were alive, no one would dare treat her like this. If he were alive, she wouldn’t even be riding an okada, let alone be unable to pay.
She thought of Mama Hanif and prayed she was home—she was the only one who could help.
“Please, let me go inside and bring your money,” she said weakly.
But he refused.
“No! You won’t go anywhere. You’ll give me my money here. You might run away!”
Tears streamed down her face.
“Even if you cry blood today, you must pay me! People like you unbelievers don’t deserve mercy!”
That word unbelievers made her raise her head sharply and glare at him. Her anger rose despite her weakness.
“Unbelievers? Who are you calling that?” she asked angrily.
“You people! If you can afford a native doctor, then pay me. Enemies of Allah!”
Out of anger, she almost slapped him. Her belongings fell, including the flask Sadiq bought for her, which broke.
But she stopped herself when she noticed he was an elderly man. Her upbringing wouldn’t allow her to slap someone that old. So she turned to go inside instead.
He quickly blocked her path.
“Oh, so you want to slap me? Just because I told the truth? Give me my money! You’re not going anywhere!”
She snapped,
“Move aside! I respect you, but if you continue, I will disrespect you in a way you’ll never forget. I will not pay you!”
Angered, he raised his hand to slap her, but she dodged weakly.
Some young men passing by stopped and asked what was happening. The rider explained his side, accusing her.
The young men offered to pay, but just then Khadija arrived after hearing the commotion.
Zainab, overwhelmed, called her name weakly. Khadija rushed to her and hugged her tightly.
“Where did you go? Why did you leave me?” Zainab cried.
Khadija cried too.
“I didn’t leave you. I was taken away. I missed you so much.”
They hugged and cried while everyone watched.
Zainab explained what happened. Khadija immediately ran inside to get money.
She returned quickly and handed the rider $1000.
The man was shocked. He stared in disbelief. While he was still stunned, Khadija ignored him, gathered Zainab’s things, and took her inside.
He didn’t even think about giving change—he quickly left, believing he had made a huge gain.
Inside, Zainab and Khadija reunited emotionally and shared their painful experiences:
Zainab was shocked. How could such a thing happen? It didn’t make sense.
Later, Khadija unknowingly spent another $1000 at a shop, thinking it was just like naira.
KINGDOM OF POWER 💪🔥💘
The sound of someone approaching from her mother’s side made them both turn to look—and there was Akka coming to check who had called her.
Jawad was completely confused. He didn’t know what to do. Honestly, if Chuchu’s mother caught him with her, it would be better than Akka catching him. He was very shy around her mother, but Akka… Akka was like wildfire—only God could calm her once she started.
The person approaching seemed to be coming while talking on the phone, pacing back and forth. He listened carefully to the footsteps and realized it might be Princess Sarina—his sister from their mother’s side. That made his face tighten even more. If she saw him with Chuchu, it would become disrespect.
He had no choice. Meanwhile, Chuchu didn’t even care—she was actually waiting to cause him trouble if Akka arrived.
He stepped slightly away from her and slipped his hand into his pocket, bringing out a clean, nicely scented handkerchief. Then he moved toward the path.
As soon as Akka arrived, he quickly covered her face with the handkerchief and blocked her mouth so she wouldn’t scream. He signaled Chuchu with his eyes to run toward Momma’s part.
But Chuchu, being mischievous, leaned against the wall instead, clearly refusing to go. Jawad couldn’t speak because Akka would recognize his voice instantly.
He signaled again for her to run, but she stubbornly refused. He almost cried in frustration. Meanwhile, Akka was struggling, trying to identify who was holding her.
Finally, after much struggle, Chuchu slowly walked away—mocking him, even waving goodbye playfully. He felt like slapping her, but he held himself back.
He waited until she disappeared, then dragged Akka into King’s parlor, pushed her onto the sofa, and ran away quickly.
---
Akka immediately stood up and started shouting angrily.
She swore one of her grandsons—either Jaish or Jawad—did this to her because they always disrespected her. She insisted she would not forgive them and demanded that King Zuhair and Uncle Abbas deal with them.
King, who was preparing to leave, heard the noise and rushed out. He found her fuming.
She demanded he call Abbas and Jahiz immediately—even though one was in China and the other in Brazil!
King had no choice but to obey.
---
Meanwhile, Uncle Jahiz received the call while sitting in a luxurious living room filled with expensive furniture. He was a world-class footballer—extremely wealthy and famous, having played for top clubs.
He answered calmly,
“Good morning, bro.”
King said,
“Akka wants to see you both today.”
Jahiz sighed.
“I have an important match tomorrow. What’s going on?”
King replied,
“I’ve delivered the message. Call Abbas.”
---
Back at the palace, King tried calming Akka.
---
Meanwhile, Jawad followed Chuchu to Momma’s section.
She ran inside laughing, while he was stopped by Momma.
Momma warned him seriously:
He has many enemies because of his relationship with Chuchu
He must hide their love
He should act like they are no longer together
He must pray a lot because this situation involves dangerous enemies
He agreed, though he still worried about his brother Jaish.
---
AUTA (Princess)
She tried to remove Hoorain’s helmet, but he quickly held her hand.
“I want to see your face,” she said. “You’re always around me, but I’ve never seen you.”
He avoided her gaze and said,
“Sorry, Your Highness, it’s not part of my duty.”
She placed her hands on her waist.
“So your job comes with rules on what you can do?”
He nodded.
“Then I command you now—I want to see your face.”
She walked closer to him.
He looked away, clearly trying to avoid her.
“Please remove it,” she insisted.
“Why do you want to see my face?” he asked softly.
“Because you’re the only one among the warriors I don’t know your face.”
He finally looked into her eyes—and felt his heart skip. Every time he looked at her, something strange happened to him.
He said gently,
“Please, don’t make me break my duty. I already disobeyed today because of you…”
He continued explaining that her brothers don’t like her talking to him and warned her to be careful.
She suddenly cried.
“Are you insulting my family?”
He lowered his head.
“I’m sorry, Princess.”
She walked away angrily, and he followed, apologizing.
---
She leaned against a tree, still crying.
As he watched her, he noticed a scorpion crawling toward her.
Without hesitation, he grabbed it—but it stung him.
He crushed it and ignored the pain, then followed her.
---
She saw his swollen hand and rushed to him, holding it.
“What should I bring for you?” she asked, almost crying.
They looked into each other’s eyes again, lost in the moment.
She tried again to remove his helmet.
He stopped her—and this time pulled her close.
Their faces were inches apart.
“Please… don’t make things harder for me,” he said softly.
She raised one eyebrow playfully.
“Who taught you that?” he asked.
“Yah Jaish,” she replied.
He smiled slightly.
“It suits you.”
She was surprised—he had never spoken like that before.
“Will you stop trying to remove it?” he asked.
She shook her head.
“But why?” he asked quietly.
She insisted again.
Finally, he said,
“Only the day my father allows it.”
She realized then—he obeyed his father completely.
She smiled softly.
“So… are you handsome?”
He replied,
“No beauty can compare to yours.”
He gently wiped her tears.
She smiled, her dimples showing beautifully.
“Then I should go check myself in a mirror,” she said.
He quickly replied,
“We can’t leave here until night.”
Her eyes widened.
“Then what will I eat? And what about my lessons? And bathing?”