Madina and Waziri stood watching everything. It looked like their medicine (plan) had worked, because Waziri saw when Murad crossed over and how the turn of events carried him away.
Madina burst into loud laughter and started singing: “We have separated from you…
We are far away from you…
We will never worry about you again except in the hereafter.”
Waziri laughed and said, “That’s how it is… what remains now is that stubborn wife of his.”
Madina replied, “Leave the small snake to me, that’s an easy task.”
“Life turns around. Today life has turned in our favor. What remains now is the boss… we should start planning how to remove him from Waziri’s palace.”
Madina laughed lightly and said, “Leave that to me too. I’m only waiting for the right time… you just stay prepared at all times.”
He replied, “No problem, I’m always ready… even now.”
She said, “Okay, once everything is set you’ll hear from me.”
Then Waziri picked up his phone and called Murza to inform her.
Murza, who was lying on a hospital bed, became extremely happy and let out a wicked laugh that woke M. Musa from sleep. He looked at her and shook his head. She ended the call and smirked to herself, thinking, “Maysam, this time I will be your end.”
On Fulani’s side, she quickly picked up her phone intending to call Murad to stop him from traveling, but she couldn’t reach him despite repeated calls. She finally gave up and prayed for him instead.
Murad, on the other hand, felt completely restless. He leaned back in the airplane seat and fell into deep sleep until they arrived in England. He was surprised at how deeply he slept and the terrible headache he had. He slowly took a taxi home, took medicine, and fell into another deep sleep, spending the entire day asleep.
Seeing that the situation wasn’t improving, he called his colleague Mark, who usually cared for him whenever his heart condition acted up. Mark arrived quickly with his equipment, ran some tests, gave him injections, and said:
“Murad, you’re a doctor—how could you let your illness worsen like this? You know the consequences if we don’t intervene quickly. If something is triggering it, try to control it as soon as possible, or let it go… otherwise it will be very hard for you, or it might even cost you your life.”
Murad forced a smile and said, “You wouldn’t understand… but since I’m here now, just do what’s necessary.”
Inside, he thought: “The matter is under my control, I just don’t want to betray my sweet baby.”
Mark wrote prescriptions and said, “According to my findings, your excessive sleep isn’t related to your illness—it’s just exhaustion.” Then he left to buy medicine and food for him.
The next day Murad woke up feeling stronger and went to work, although his heart still hurt. Work was overwhelming, and he returned home close to evening. After night prayers he picked up his phone and realized it had been off. When he turned it on, Fulani immediately called.
He greeted her and apologized repeatedly. She laughed and said, “It’s okay, I’m just glad you arrived safely. Did you inform Maysam about your trip?”
His heart sank just hearing her name. He felt uneasy whenever he heard it, saw her, or heard her voice. He replied, “Momy doesn’t have a phone.”
She said, “Even if she doesn’t have a phone, you should have visited Maradin to say goodbye. Now call her school so they can give her the phone.”
He reluctantly agreed, even though he didn’t want to call. After the call ended he felt pressured but eventually contacted the palace and then her school. They quickly called Maysam to the phone.
As soon as she answered she assumed it was Fulani and said, “Good afternoon Momy, how are you…”
He interrupted her sharply, scolding her for talking before knowing who was calling.
She went quiet and apologized, saying she didn’t know it was him.
His tone softened and he asked about her studies, warning her seriously: “If you don’t come first in class, don’t even think of coming home for holidays.”
She answered quietly, “Okay,” thinking to herself that his calls always brought trouble.
He continued warning her not to misbehave just because he wasn’t around and threatened to monitor her actions. She kept replying, “Okay.”
After finishing his lecture he ended the call.
Maysam returned to class, troubled by his harsh words. She wondered why he never got tired of scolding people and continued her studies.
Meanwhile, after Murad ended the call he clutched his chest as intense pain struck. He called Dr. Mark, but before help arrived his vision blurred and he collapsed. Mark and another colleague found him and rushed him to the hospital emergency room where doctors worked hard to save him. By God’s will his breathing stabilized, but he remained unconscious until halfway through the next day.
While Mark sat beside him, Murad started murmuring “Maysam… Maysam…” in his sleep. Mark was surprised. When Murad finally opened his eyes, Mark helped him bathe and pray. Later, while he was eating, Mark suddenly asked, “Who is Maysam?”
Murad choked in surprise and denied knowing her. Mark smiled and said, “If you don’t know her, why were you calling her name?” Murad turned his face away.
Mark warned him again to deal with whatever was troubling his heart or risk needing surgery. Murad only nodded silently.
After three days he was discharged and returned home, and by the fourth day he went back to work though he wasn’t fully recovered.
On Maysam’s side, she focused intensely on her studies alongside her friends Mufeedah and Mariyam. Whenever she remembered that the accident led her to meet Fulani—who gave her love, education, good food, and care—she would cry and thank God. Her friends always comforted her.
Life went on with ups and downs until their final exams approached. Maysam studied hard because she remembered Murad’s warning that she must come first.
Meanwhile Fulani grew tired of Murad’s repeated excuses for not visiting. He always claimed to be busy or in surgery. She finally stopped worrying and only prayed for him.
Murad also missed them deeply, especially Maysam, but he couldn’t explain why he didn’t want to return home, and his heart pain continued from time to time.
On Waziri’s side, he became thin and worried because of his daughter Maheebatou, who was desperate to gain power. Her dream was to marry Murad so she could eventually rule when he became king. Waziri supported her ambitions. When Murad rejected the proposal directly, Maheebatou was furious and began following him everywhere, showing him affection. To escape her, Murad eventually moved to England permanently.
Maheebatou later overheard her father discussing the spell placed on Murad. When things worsened, Waziri sought Madina’s help to break the spell but she refused. Furious, he went to a sorcerer, offering a large sum of money to break the spell and force Murad to return home and marry his daughter.
Madina and Waziri stood watching everything. It looked like their medicine (plan) had worked, because Waziri saw when Murad crossed over and how the turn of events carried him away.
Madina burst into loud laughter and started singing: “We have separated from you…
We are far away from you…
We will never worry about you again except in the hereafter.”
Waziri laughed and said, “That’s how it is… what remains now is that stubborn wife of his.”
Madina replied, “Leave the small snake to me, that’s an easy task.”
“Life turns around. Today life has turned in our favor. What remains now is the boss… we should start planning how to remove him from Waziri’s palace.”
Madina laughed lightly and said, “Leave that to me too. I’m only waiting for the right time… you just stay prepared at all times.”
He replied, “No problem, I’m always ready… even now.”
She said, “Okay, once everything is set you’ll hear from me.”
Then Waziri picked up his phone and called Murza to inform her.
Murza, who was lying on a hospital bed, became extremely happy and let out a wicked laugh that woke M. Musa from sleep. He looked at her and shook his head. She ended the call and smirked to herself, thinking, “Maysam, this time I will be your end.”
On Fulani’s side, she quickly picked up her phone intending to call Murad to stop him from traveling, but she couldn’t reach him despite repeated calls. She finally gave up and prayed for him instead.
Murad, on the other hand, felt completely restless. He leaned back in the airplane seat and fell into deep sleep until they arrived in England. He was surprised at how deeply he slept and the terrible headache he had. He slowly took a taxi home, took medicine, and fell into another deep sleep, spending the entire day asleep.
Seeing that the situation wasn’t improving, he called his colleague Mark, who usually cared for him whenever his heart condition acted up. Mark arrived quickly with his equipment, ran some tests, gave him injections, and said:
“Murad, you’re a doctor—how could you let your illness worsen like this? You know the consequences if we don’t intervene quickly. If something is triggering it, try to control it as soon as possible, or let it go… otherwise it will be very hard for you, or it might even cost you your life.”
Murad forced a smile and said, “You wouldn’t understand… but since I’m here now, just do what’s necessary.”
Inside, he thought: “The matter is under my control, I just don’t want to betray my sweet baby.”
Mark wrote prescriptions and said, “According to my findings, your excessive sleep isn’t related to your illness—it’s just exhaustion.” Then he left to buy medicine and food for him.
The next day Murad woke up feeling stronger and went to work, although his heart still hurt. Work was overwhelming, and he returned home close to evening. After night prayers he picked up his phone and realized it had been off. When he turned it on, Fulani immediately called.
He greeted her and apologized repeatedly. She laughed and said, “It’s okay, I’m just glad you arrived safely. Did you inform Maysam about your trip?”
His heart sank just hearing her name. He felt uneasy whenever he heard it, saw her, or heard her voice. He replied, “Momy doesn’t have a phone.”
She said, “Even if she doesn’t have a phone, you should have visited Maradin to say goodbye. Now call her school so they can give her the phone.”
He reluctantly agreed, even though he didn’t want to call. After the call ended he felt pressured but eventually contacted the palace and then her school. They quickly called Maysam to the phone.
As soon as she answered she assumed it was Fulani and said, “Good afternoon Momy, how are you…”
He interrupted her sharply, scolding her for talking before knowing who was calling.
She went quiet and apologized, saying she didn’t know it was him.
His tone softened and he asked about her studies, warning her seriously: “If you don’t come first in class, don’t even think of coming home for holidays.”
She answered quietly, “Okay,” thinking to herself that his calls always brought trouble.
He continued warning her not to misbehave just because he wasn’t around and threatened to monitor her actions. She kept replying, “Okay.”
After finishing his lecture he ended the call.
Maysam returned to class, troubled by his harsh words. She wondered why he never got tired of scolding people and continued her studies.
Meanwhile, after Murad ended the call he clutched his chest as intense pain struck. He called Dr. Mark, but before help arrived his vision blurred and he collapsed. Mark and another colleague found him and rushed him to the hospital emergency room where doctors worked hard to save him. By God’s will his breathing stabilized, but he remained unconscious until halfway through the next day.
While Mark sat beside him, Murad started murmuring “Maysam… Maysam…” in his sleep. Mark was surprised. When Murad finally opened his eyes, Mark helped him bathe and pray. Later, while he was eating, Mark suddenly asked, “Who is Maysam?”
Murad choked in surprise and denied knowing her. Mark smiled and said, “If you don’t know her, why were you calling her name?” Murad turned his face away.
Mark warned him again to deal with whatever was troubling his heart or risk needing surgery. Murad only nodded silently.
After three days he was discharged and returned home, and by the fourth day he went back to work though he wasn’t fully recovered.
On Maysam’s side, she focused intensely on her studies alongside her friends Mufeedah and Mariyam. Whenever she remembered that the accident led her to meet Fulani—who gave her love, education, good food, and care—she would cry and thank God. Her friends always comforted her.
Life went on with ups and downs until their final exams approached. Maysam studied hard because she remembered Murad’s warning that she must come first.
Meanwhile Fulani grew tired of Murad’s repeated excuses for not visiting. He always claimed to be busy or in surgery. She finally stopped worrying and only prayed for him.
Murad also missed them deeply, especially Maysam, but he couldn’t explain why he didn’t want to return home, and his heart pain continued from time to time.
On Waziri’s side, he became thin and worried because of his daughter Maheebatou, who was desperate to gain power. Her dream was to marry Murad so she could eventually rule when he became king. Waziri supported her ambitions. When Murad rejected the proposal directly, Maheebatou was furious and began following him everywhere, showing him affection. To escape her, Murad eventually moved to England permanently.
Maheebatou later overheard her father discussing the spell placed on Murad. When things worsened, Waziri sought Madina’s help to break the spell but she refused. Furious, he went to a sorcerer, offering a large sum of money to break the spell and force Murad to return home and marry his daughter.