“Moh, you forgot to tell me, come here and see me later, you'll cry over Zuhura, then we'll talk and you'll say you feel sorry for her, is it because of your love that they'll cry over a woman, not me?”
"You see, I heard you talking, stop insulting Zuhra here, now I'm going to her place and forget about you here, this girl still hasn't changed, I just see you're being patient with her" The call to prayer was made and they all headed to the mosque, their habit is that when the call to prayer is made, they always go and pray if they can.
Aimanah would go straight from school to Ana's house. Ana was her grandmother who gave birth to them, Mahh. Ana had five children, three daughters, two sons, Muntari was the eldest, then Aisha Mah, then Saudat Ammi, then two younger ones, Anty Hasana who was married in Qatar, and Alhaji Hussain. Ana and her husband Alhaji Mahmud were also born in Danbatta town. Their village was not far from them, and they were Alhaji Farouk Mai Naira, Aimanah's father.
The door of the house was opened and Ana stood up and gave her five hundred she didn't wait for him to give her change she went ahead with her things, after greeting her she entered the house, Ana opened her mouth and said "Aimanah, Aimanah, today is the day." Aimanah smiled and knelt down waiting for Ana "I have fished Aimanah for your sake, what is your share of this house" Ana clapped her hands and walked to the side
“I'm sorry, I'm so busy with school. I can't go anywhere from home except to school. Now, Mah said she'll come and see me so we can go together.”
"May Allah help you, Umm Aimanah, Aisha, they didn't come until this young man called me and said they would come all together or safely." Aimana didn't say anything as she entered Ana's living room.
"Wash" Aimanah patted her hand and sat down on one of the chairs in the middle of Ana's living room, she was tapping her phone as they talked when Ramla, Mah's maid, came in after she entered the room and brought her food. She was still sitting there until Mah and her husband came in almost together. She waited for them all while looking at them and they went into Ana's bedroom. They didn't talk much but they kept talking about Mustapha, whom she now felt very sorry for. Today, she had completely tried to love Mustapha and felt a certain pity for him. In all her noon and afternoon prayers at school, she had prayed for Mustapha, she felt very sorry for his situation. A part of her heart felt very sorry for Abas seeing how stubborn he was towards her. That was how she felt in her heart about Musty and Abas felt for her. She had definitely not done Abas justice, so she had to call him today and not tomorrow and accept his love. Her phone was the one that was on her mind and she had to say it all in her mind. Abbas didn't call her at all today, he didn't even text her the way he usually does today. When she looked at the screen of her phone, she laughed and saw that it was Yah Mus'af. "Hello, my brother." Amainah said in shock after she picked up the call.
"Where have you been?" Aren't you supposed to get up at four today? It's been ten minutes since you've been home since six."
"I'm at Ana's house, Mah, I'll go down to my mother's house when I get back," Aimanah said, pushing her lips forward, her heart beating fast, and she said
“Why didn't you tell me who I was, I was just walking from here to the edge of the street.”
"Sorry, I forgot, we're going home now," she said, and as they came out of Ana's room, their faces were all pale. Ammi's eyes were red, indicating that she had cried enough. She hung up the call and saw them heading towards the door. They all said goodbye to Ana, and each one got into their car and drove away. Aimanah was standing in Mah's car, looking at where Mah and Ana were standing, as if they were discussing something. They talked for a while before saying goodbye and getting into the car and driving home.
Mustapha was calmly packing their luggage into a trolley. Their flight to India would depart at seven o'clock tonight. Sumayya, who was now lying next to him, was doing her job of dialing the telephone. He was also packing his luggage with hers. She looked up and saw a cat, and she was also looking at him. He quickly lowered his head. That was why he couldn't make eye contact with Sumayya. She was very afraid of her. Sumayya laughed and then remained silent, looking up at the sky, thinking in her heart. I thought to myself that every day that the secret that was given to Mustapha was broken, her future would be a divorce. Since he probably didn't love her, she loved him until the bride entered and left to find herself married. Mustapha, even after looking at him, had not been satisfied with
