She shook her head and entered their house. She also entered with a smile and took off her hijab, bowing softly. There was no one in the house except her mother, who was sitting by the fireplace, making soup. She pointed at my face and said, “Mom, are you going to bed today?”
She turned to look at her, shook her head, ignored her, and continued with what she was doing. She quickly entered their room after knocking before she could enter. She put on her school uniform, pulled up her skirt, tied it around her chest, and came out. She took a bucket and went to the front of the room to fetch water. Her mother looked at her and said in a childlike voice, “Don't start *mother*, don't give me water, I told you.”
She looked up in surprise and said, “Mom, I'm going to take a bath.”
She said, “You can only use water for ablution, and that too when you are going to pray.”
She said in surprise, “Then why? Is there no water?”
She said directly, “No, and you are the one who is the best at fetching water. You are the one who fetches the water and brings it to us, but you are the one who uses it the most.”
She said, “Now let me take a shower, I'll take you to their house, Madame *Maimuna*.”
Hararanta said, “What are you doing? You said you were going to bring a bucket of water?”
She quickly said, “By God, I will get it.”
She took half a bucket of water and went into the room and got her bathing basket containing the expensive soap bars that her boyfriend had bought for her, along with a cleanser and a brush. She stayed inside for a while, cleaning herself before coming out holding the basket and leaving the bucket there. The mother looked at her son and was so tired of her asking him to get a bucket, that she would just get it when she got up.
Buta took it and poured water on her feet again, saying, “Abba, it's true that we have to wipe this room with cement, especially since it's like a boxing ring.”
She listened to her until she had finished her ablution and entered the room, she started applying oil and took out her large cosmetic bag, she put on a cool make-up and put it on her head before she stood up and headed for her clothes. Of course, the clothes in her box, when you look at them, you will know that they are stronger than the girl in this house, you will only spoil this dress by lying and carrying it, because despite the size of this metal box, it is full of clothes, just by looking at them, you will be convinced that they are newer and all the clothes are modern and expensive
