Unfortunately, I barely managed to collect Sh67,000 for Ammah's hospital bill, so I told them to get ready and leave. I called Napep at the door and we met and took Ammah. We stole Napep's body and locked our son and the doormat that was about to break. I also accused her and we entered Napep. We went to Murtala Hospital in Kano. Dr. Naseer checked her health and kept asking why she wasn't brought in sooner. He said to bring her in for the operation. Her pain has gotten worse. Now they will have to prescribe some medicine for us, so we buy Sh55,000. If she recovers after three weeks, we will bring her back and have the operation done.

    Sadness, fear and panic gripped us all, I was like a year-old woman with diarrhea, so I went back and asked the doctor how much the surgery cost. He said it was too much for you, the doctor who would do this surgery doesn't live in the country. He said that he would come and do it for her, so if it's easy for you, pay eight hundred thousand and fifty thousand because the disease has progressed. If you had brought her from the beginning, you wouldn't have spent a hundred thousand. But now, I'm with this doctor. But this surgery is abroad, we send people with this disease to have the most suitable surgery, but we just have to persevere and pray. Come back in 3 weeks with the money, otherwise you will be watching and she will not be able to move a finger in the future. You will have to force her to come back and do the surgery for her.

   The doctor explained. Tears streamed down my face, thinking where will I find the money or will I sell myself? I won't pay this money. I swear to God. The doctor reassured me and said that illness is a test from God. If God tests you, be patient and continue praying. But she is in danger. Meenat, who is next to me, is also crying. I can hardly console myself. But I am so heartbroken that I can't hold back my tears. She quickly cried to me. But when it comes to pity, if she sees pity, I will cry now. I only feel sorry for myself and Ammah. Meenat, don't tell Ammah. The doctor said, just keep your mouth shut. Because I don't want her to get upset. We just said that the operation will be done in 3 weeks and we will tell her the money. But don't tell her. The doctor said that she might lose her life. She will definitely wake up, okay, Sis. I won't tell Meenat, who is sitting next to you. I wiped her tears and said, let's just go and say goodbye to the doctor. Go, Ma'eeshah and Ammah are waiting for us outside, we bought medicine and the rest of the money I bought some food and Cefane, Meenat and Ammah I already gathered them and told them to go home and come back later, I was just in Napep thinking where I will get this money, indeed the heat of seeking does not bring success, I have already finished my fraud in my business and hurt many people by selling them contaminated food and in the end their profit was very little for us what I did was not right, but still I did not give up and I did not worry as long as I get the money I will ask Ammah for.

     I was thinking, I couldn't see anything, I couldn't hear anything until Napep dropped me off at home, I went in with my things, Meenat took them and brought them inside, the sadness we were in today, we couldn't tie the Awara pot to the door of our house, we all sat there thinking about what was happening except Ma'eeshah, who was not very tall and intelligent, she didn't sleep much, the food we cooked was not enough for him to eat, especially me, I was completely confused and confused, when I started crying, I went to the toilet and ate my father, I washed my face and came out like that, I slept like that until the morning came, my eyes were swollen and swollen, we prayed, I got a cold, my voice was hoarse, I brought a cold and cried a lot, in the morning like a government worker, at 8am I got ready with my swollen eyes and red hijab, everyone saw me and knew it was okay, I was thinking, should I go to the office of politicians or the houses of rich people? Or should I go to the market and shopkeepers, because I don't think I don't go to the radio station or anywhere else, my neighbors are angry with me because my profession is not respectable when it comes to money, so I don't give it to anyone, except you. They are the ones who are most angry with me. So there is no point in advising us, whether it is the radio station or anywhere else, if it is not business, there is nothing to do with us. If we are not taken care of, we are told that we are good, so we always have to be friends, and we are not the children of anyone's father. And they also think that I am a girl of the wind. Because I go out a lot, always looking for money, they think that I am a prostitute, always on the street, that's how they insult me, it's not my fault.

    I came out of my house in anger, I swear, the people of the town made me angry because everyone was angry, I felt like I was going to hurt people, so I walked around with a sad face, every car I saw I would drive by and I would drive inside like people with no money, common pagans or churches should support you but Muslims or mosques cannot give charity, what about five, ten, twenty katuns, what money do you see, give Hamsim, most Hausas are like that, even someone takes care of the education of others or the food and drink of others, but they are also found like that, but pagans, you see one person who takes many villagers and sends them abroad to study etc.