__________They were all sitting in the living room after finishing breakfast, all wearing vests and shorts. Shakeerah's hair was spread out behind her, and she was wearing a small, fat stiletto. They looked very beautiful.

Her phone started ringing. She happily picked it up and whispered to her ear, “Hello, mom, are you okay?”

 From there, the response was positive, Shakeerah continued, “Where are you going? You usually come home every weekend, but you haven't been home for two whole weekends, right?”

 Shakerah smiled and said, “Yes, mother, I'm fine, the test we're doing has completely overwhelmed me, but God willing, I'll see you in Zaria this weekend, mother.”

  “Well, God has shown us this, and may God give you the opportunity to study, please continue studying, Shakeera, and don't be afraid of school because I know your attitude.”

  She smiled and said, “Don't worry, Mom, don't listen to me, you have nothing to say to me.”

  She said, “Well, then, greet them, Fauzi.”

 Shakeera said, “Okay, let's go.”

Khadeeja interrupted Kiran and looked at her and said, “Yes, Mama, I heard the little girl was quiet, I had to ask if she was okay.”

Fauzi said, “I'm sorry.”

 They continued their game because today's lectures and exams were all tests and at 2:00 they had a class, all of them studying Mass Communication (masscom). Shakeera said, “I know, Mom, call me to see if I'm okay because I'm going back.”

  Fauzi heard that we are all from Gombe State, and Khadee is from Bauchi State.

 Shakeera said, “They're even taking your body and taking your hostel. Don't they know you've accepted your changes?”

Fauzi said, “I called Daddy and told him. He agreed, but he refused to listen to me. God willing, he will come and see where I am. I know that apart from the problem that happened with my father's wife, I am not suitable for her, by God.”

They were completely silent and Shakeera said, “By now, we should all know each other's history, right?”

Fauza said, “That's it.”

  Khadee remained silent, and her eyes filled with tears.

Shakeerah said, “Haba Khadee, I always tell Miki that this thinking you have is not the solution to your problems, praying and seeking advice is the solution.”

  She wiped her tears and began, “So, Shakeera, I will begin by telling you my history and origins.”

"My name is Khadeeja Sani Bukar, a family man. I was born in Bauchi and no one knows my father because of the success he achieved. We, the people of Bauchi, suddenly became very wealthy. I would say that overnight, our father became a very rich man, whose whereabouts are known to all of Bauchi and the surrounding areas. We are eighteen children of our father. But now there are only five of us left. There are ten boys and eight girls. Our eldest brother, who studied Spanish, is still there and is currently a great lawyer.

The wives of our eldest three are Hjy Sameera, Hjy Mansura and Hjy Saddiqa, our father's wife who never had children. And they were consanguineous marriages. Ummina has eighteen children, two sons and two daughters, and Hajiya Mansura has eight children, four sons and four daughters.

Currently, there are only three of us left in our room, my aunty and I, and Yaya Mashkur. Hajj Saddiqa's room has three more children, one for a man, two for a woman, and my aunty's sister, who we share a room with and is very close to, and my 8-year-old daughter, Sa'a.

At one time, the children in our family were dying, and when we investigated, we didn't know what was killing them. And one by one, we were being killed. Daddy's doctor confirmed that the deaths of our relatives were due to God.

This death is shaking my mother and my sister, that's why my mother is asking our friend in Spain about the matter. According to her, a lot