Life was sweet for Nafee. Everything was going perfectly for her.
At the moment, she and Farouk were in the United Arab Emirates, specifically in Abu Dhabi, one of the most beautiful places for relaxation. The place was full of people—both adults and children enjoying themselves.
After eating and feeling satisfied, Nafee rested on Farouk’s chest while they chatted happily. The atmosphere was calm, with a gentle breeze blowing around them.
Later they stood up and walked toward a place where tourists could ride camels around the area. They paid and climbed onto the camel. Nafee handed her phone to a couple nearby so they could take pictures of them.
They rode around happily, full of love and excitement, while the couple kept taking photos of them.
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Flashback
Immediately after Nafee sent Ummu Kulsum to buy fruits, she quickly called Lubna.
“Hello Nafee,” Lubna answered.
“She has crossed the road with the medicine already,” Nafee said while watching Ummu who was almost at the gate.
“Congratulations then,” Lubna replied from the other side of the phone.
“She will never return to that house again.”
Nafee shouted in joy after ending the call.
Finally, she had succeeded.
Farouk now belonged to her alone.
She felt as if she had just completed Hajj and Umrah because of the happiness she felt.
Since that day, Farouk never even asked about Ummu again. Neither did his relatives.
Instead, he and Nafee spent their time traveling and enjoying their honeymoon.
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Continuation of the Story
After twenty-two days in Abu Dhabi, they returned to Nigeria.
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Farouk
For two days Farouk could hardly sleep properly.
Every night he dreamed of a woman carrying a child in her arms, crying and asking him for help.
He watched helplessly as they walked away from him.
Since then, he had been lost in deep thoughts.
He constantly felt as though something important was missing in his life.
Whenever he tried too hard to think about it, a severe headache would start.
He felt confused and restless.
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Bride Nabeela
Nabeela sat quietly in her room.
She could hear loud voices in the living room. Curious, she peeked through the door.
Many men were gathered there. Among them she saw Alhaji Gabatari sitting proudly in his luxurious clothes beside a young man.
People were congratulating them and praying for a happy marriage.
She thought they were talking about her marriage.
Then she heard someone laughing and saying:
“Baby Chakwai, may Allah bless your marriage.”
The young man shyly covered his face.
Nabeela became confused when she saw Alhaji Gabatari kiss the young man.
Then the young man noticed her standing there.
“Alhaji… what about this woman?” he asked while pointing at her.
“I am the wife of this house,” Nabeela replied boldly.
Immediately the young man slapped her hard.
Alhaji Gabatari pulled him back and said calmly:
“Relax. She is just a servant I brought for you.”
Nabeela burst into tears and ran back to the room while the men continued their celebration until late at night.
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Ayaman
After bathing, Ayaman felt slightly better, though her body still hurt badly.
She looked at her baby in Tsahare’s mother’s arms and began crying again.
Suddenly someone knocked on the door.
It was Tsahare’s father.
As soon as he saw Ayaman, he shouted angrily:
“You want to keep this prostitute in my house? Never! Get out of my house immediately!”
Ayaman trembled with fear.
Without arguing, she carried her baby and quickly left the house.
Children immediately started following her, shouting insults.
With nowhere else to go, she returned to her father’s house.
She knelt down crying in front of him.
“Father… please listen to me. I will tell you who the father of this child is.”
Her father turned and looked at her seriously.
She opened her mouth to speak…
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Tragedy
Suddenly Ayaman screamed loudly.
Ladiyo rushed into the room and found Malam Isyaku holding his chest, blood flowing from his mouth and nose.
Ayaman was crying beside him.
“Did you kill your father?” Ladiyo shouted in panic.
Moments later Malam Isyaku died.
Ladiyo immediately ran outside screaming to the neighbors:
“Ayaman killed him!”
Soon the compound filled with people.
Some believed the accusation while others doubted it.
Later some irresponsible young men even entered the house and started recording videos of Ayaman for social media, claiming she had an illegitimate child and had killed her father.
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Ummu Kulsum
That night Ummu Kulsum saw a frightening creature standing beside her bed.
It grabbed her by the neck.
She could not scream or move.
All she could do was remember Allah in her heart.
Eventually the pressure eased and she continued reciting prayers silently.
Later that night, around 1 a.m. on Friday, Ummu Kulsum passed away peacefully.
Her death shocked everyone in the hospital.
Many nurses, patients, and visitors attended her funeral prayer.
She was buried while people felt deep sorrow and reflection.
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Moral Message in the Story
The writer explains that many women suffer injustice in marriage.
Jealousy between wives or greed for a husband can destroy lives.
If Ummu Kulsum never forgives Nafee, the consequences may return to Nafee in this world or the hereafter.
Nafee (P.O.V)
Life was sweet for Nafee. Everything was going perfectly for her.
At the moment, she and Farouk were in the United Arab Emirates, specifically in Abu Dhabi, one of the most beautiful places for relaxation. The place was full of people—both adults and children enjoying themselves.
After eating and feeling satisfied, Nafee rested on Farouk’s chest while they chatted happily. The atmosphere was calm, with a gentle breeze blowing around them.
Later they stood up and walked toward a place where tourists could ride camels around the area. They paid and climbed onto the camel. Nafee handed her phone to a couple nearby so they could take pictures of them.
They rode around happily, full of love and excitement, while the couple kept taking photos of them.
---
Flashback
Immediately after Nafee sent Ummu Kulsum to buy fruits, she quickly called Lubna.
“Hello Nafee,” Lubna answered.
“She has crossed the road with the medicine already,” Nafee said while watching Ummu who was almost at the gate.
“Congratulations then,” Lubna replied from the other side of the phone.
“She will never return to that house again.”
Nafee shouted in joy after ending the call.
Finally, she had succeeded.
Farouk now belonged to her alone.
She felt as if she had just completed Hajj and Umrah because of the happiness she felt.
Since that day, Farouk never even asked about Ummu again. Neither did his relatives.
Instead, he and Nafee spent their time traveling and enjoying their honeymoon.
---
Continuation of the Story
After twenty-two days in Abu Dhabi, they returned to Nigeria.
---
Farouk
For two days Farouk could hardly sleep properly.
Every night he dreamed of a woman carrying a child in her arms, crying and asking him for help.
He watched helplessly as they walked away from him.
Since then, he had been lost in deep thoughts.
He constantly felt as though something important was missing in his life.
Whenever he tried too hard to think about it, a severe headache would start.
He felt confused and restless.
---
Bride Nabeela
Nabeela sat quietly in her room.
She could hear loud voices in the living room. Curious, she peeked through the door.
Many men were gathered there. Among them she saw Alhaji Gabatari sitting proudly in his luxurious clothes beside a young man.
People were congratulating them and praying for a happy marriage.
She thought they were talking about her marriage.
Then she heard someone laughing and saying:
“Baby Chakwai, may Allah bless your marriage.”
The young man shyly covered his face.
Nabeela became confused when she saw Alhaji Gabatari kiss the young man.
Then the young man noticed her standing there.
“Alhaji… what about this woman?” he asked while pointing at her.
“I am the wife of this house,” Nabeela replied boldly.
Immediately the young man slapped her hard.
Alhaji Gabatari pulled him back and said calmly:
“Relax. She is just a servant I brought for you.”
Nabeela burst into tears and ran back to the room while the men continued their celebration until late at night.
---
Ayaman
After bathing, Ayaman felt slightly better, though her body still hurt badly.
She looked at her baby in Tsahare’s mother’s arms and began crying again.
Suddenly someone knocked on the door.
It was Tsahare’s father.
As soon as he saw Ayaman, he shouted angrily:
“You want to keep this prostitute in my house? Never! Get out of my house immediately!”
Ayaman trembled with fear.
Without arguing, she carried her baby and quickly left the house.
Children immediately started following her, shouting insults.
With nowhere else to go, she returned to her father’s house.
She knelt down crying in front of him.
“Father… please listen to me. I will tell you who the father of this child is.”
Her father turned and looked at her seriously.
She opened her mouth to speak…
---
Tragedy
Suddenly Ayaman screamed loudly.
Ladiyo rushed into the room and found Malam Isyaku holding his chest, blood flowing from his mouth and nose.
Ayaman was crying beside him.
“Did you kill your father?” Ladiyo shouted in panic.
Moments later Malam Isyaku died.
Ladiyo immediately ran outside screaming to the neighbors:
“Ayaman killed him!”
Soon the compound filled with people.
Some believed the accusation while others doubted it.
Later some irresponsible young men even entered the house and started recording videos of Ayaman for social media, claiming she had an illegitimate child and had killed her father.
---
Ummu Kulsum
That night Ummu Kulsum saw a frightening creature standing beside her bed.
It grabbed her by the neck.
She could not scream or move.
All she could do was remember Allah in her heart.
Eventually the pressure eased and she continued reciting prayers silently.
Later that night, around 1 a.m. on Friday, Ummu Kulsum passed away peacefully.
Her death shocked everyone in the hospital.
Many nurses, patients, and visitors attended her funeral prayer.
She was buried while people felt deep sorrow and reflection.
---
Moral Message in the Story
The writer explains that many women suffer injustice in marriage.
Jealousy between wives or greed for a husband can destroy lives.
If Ummu Kulsum never forgives Nafee, the consequences may return to Nafee in this world or the hereafter.