She sat on the edge of the bed, her body went cold seeing Mommah in tears, she felt the whole world hate that old Almasifatun, she slowly sat on Mommah's body and let out her own tears. Mommah just nodded her head and pretended to be convinced. Just then Ammar and Imran entered their room calmly and sat on the cushion chair beside them, their faces were not at all happy, especially Ammar, he didn't want anything to make his mother sad. Ammar lowered his voice, "Momma, be patient, it's time, and one day we'll talk."  She shook her head, "I'm so sorry, Ammar, you know how much patience I have when I've been holding you in my arms since the day I spent a night in this house, all because your father didn't marry her choice, and no one else was her choice except this woman who she had to agree to marry him, so the matter is over, I'll pack up and go but I won't stay, my sadness will kill me just like I don't have parents, you live in your father's house, they will marry him whoever they want, since when have I been trying to get him to leave that girl, just because her beauty and charm seduced him, he went and married her, but you know that God has no hand in your marriage, which was created just to make me sad."  She sighed after she stood up and went to gather her things, Ammar held the box "please mommah don't do what you didn't do with your childhood let alone your pride please leave them, even if we are alone we can wipe your tears, and by God at this point they have finished, come on brother Imran please forgive me and let their daughter be or for Mommah's peace of mind " Imran gave him a look "what is the fault of the martyr that I should leave her, or do you think she is behind them? Well her words always make me angry with what they do to mommah." Momma gave him another look and then she copied "mhmn it's not the martyr Imran you married her I didn't stop you, since when I stopped you you didn't listen, but the Bahaushe said he who doesn't listen lets go.... and you Ammar don't talk to him again if she wants to leave the house I won't even sit and complain about my sadness." Imran kept quiet as he picked Ammar up again and copied him and left.  Mommah followed him with a look and prayed for guidance in her heart, she felt as if she had completely broken down in tears, they had instilled in Imran the love of the martyr that was strong, painful, deceitful and everything. "Break up with him Ammar, between you and him, prayer has already gone far in the love of the martyr, he will never see her flaws." Ammar felt his heart sink and he was sad again, if only he had been made a martyr, he would have given up on marrying her, let alone him, besides her beautiful face, he had not seen anyone with the martyr, she was walking like a snail, let alone a mother and a child. Shatu was on the sidelines, watching the power of God, and Imran's sadness was complete. She even wanted to ask who was the one who loved her the most despite his mother's sadness. Ammar continued to give Mommah patience, seeing her patience made him go out after pressing the call of Hajiya Mama, Mommah's mother, on his phone.  They didn't know what he said, they saw him come back quickly and hand the phone to his mother, he threw a rope at it so that it would ring and take it to Hajiya Mama. As she was saying goodbye, Hajiya Mama entered the room and already Momma was crying and started telling her the news. Hajiya Mama looked at her in pain

Late at night, he entered Mommah's room to see if she was looking for him. Sitting there, he found her bowing her head as if she was doing something necessary, his body was calm, he loved his wife alone and he knew how much he loved her, not for anything but to believe that she did not disobey his orders and that she was doing her best for him, she did not want to upset him at all. Seeing him, she slightly raised her head and her eyes filled with tears. He sat beside her, holding her hand, she tried to slip away, he squeezed her hand and said softly, "Deejah, did you forget to eat today?" She looked at him before tears fell from her eyes. Tears were streaming down her face, "What are you crying about?"  A voice from below said "your food is at your bride's place" his face darkened again before he said "what kind of talk is this? You know very well that this marriage was done without my consent, then why would you bother yourself allowing her to come in and go back like this, I don't have a plan to keep two women in my house, it's not my idea, get up and give me food, don't make me feel bad again" He sighed and stood up and they left. They headed straight for his party. Just then, the hajj official found them and she was alone in their room and quickly went to inform the hajj. Hajja quickly came out and said let's go, I won't let this disgrace happen, let's go myself so I can take the bride to him and show him that I gave birth to him and he didn't give birth to me... At the door of his party, she stood knocking on the door as if she was going to break the door. His heart pounding, he opened the door, a voice in a chain said "Hajja is okay?"  Looking up and down, she threw him a look, "Hello, enough of you asking me if she is okay, she is safe at your father's house, go and bring your bride, she deserves to sleep in this room, she has been given three days of her life, she is a widow, and I don't believe that I saw her footsteps at the door, go and bring your wife." Mommah, who was in the parlor, was listening to everything that was going on, so she sat up and walked out of the parlor. Shatu, who was sitting in the main parlor, was listening to everything that was going on, and she promised that today the old woman would not sleep well. She went into her room and started planning what to do for her. She quickly started preparing all the things she would use.  At night, she headed to the room where Hajja was dropped off, she slowly opened the door and entered. Hajja found her sleeping soundly and said, "Good luck, Hajja, she is alone in the room, her plan will definitely go as she wants." She looked at her dress again and looked closely at her back. Her hair covered her face completely except for a white hijab that she had covered her body with, her face was not visible. She knelt down very low as if she was bending her legs as if she was being paralyzed. She stood by Hajja's bed before raising her cane and tapping Hajja's legs. "Get up, your time has come, you old fool who oppresses people." Hajja let out a scream in terror and said, “You see us, we see you, innahu ala raja'ihi la'qadir.”

They stood there and found Momma rearranging the cushions in the main parlor where she had just finished redecorating the house, and the smell of incense filled the house. Dahda looked around and saw that she looked very pretty in a pink lace dress, although her face was not very cheerful, she did not stop greeting him, and then she approached Hajja who was sitting on the chair, one leg crossed over the other, shaking her body, her face full of sorrow. Momma's voice was muffled and she also said, "Hajja, good morning, did you wake up safely?"  Then she looked at her up and down in sorrow and said, "If I had woken up even though you didn't want me to, with the protection of God I woke up safely, because you know I am standing on my feet in worship, why are you so excited that you started sending a man to the devil? Because I got my son married, then you should share the good news of this marriage with the devil and if you wake up tonight, send me the king of the demons, not the devils. Your devils are enough to tell me that they came and told me that I am happy. I have defeated them with the verse of Allah." Shatu quickly turned and went into the kitchen because of the laughter she had. Hajja continued, "And I and my son's house are not where I can stay." Mommah remained silent, wondering about Hajja today and the evil that she will do to her, she really hates and respects Hajja.  Hajja turned to Dahda, "And you, you are standing there and you didn't ask me, you just said that Hajja happened and you are saying this in the morning, since you are like this, God made you like a firstborn, then even Mahmud, who is a firstborn, is not what you are. In other words, did you hear that your wife sent me jinns at night, saying that they were warning me to leave Hadizatu, and now she has become famous for sending me a Jinny?" Dahda shook his head because he was too upset to speak and just stared at her. Ammar, with a frown, said, "Did you dream that you had Hajja, where is Mommah, the window of the jinns that she will send you? Since we are in this house, there are no other jinns."  She shook her head and said, "Of course, did I lie to you? Well, your father who is sitting there is the liar, not me. Ra'ayal, I believe you, I saw the demons spitting prayers at them, shouting and saying that Deejah sent them, I burned them to death, no wonder if you went to the room and cried and saw their smoke and ashes, oh I will be brought to you for talking nonsense, demons, what is God's will for me to repent." No one spoke to her again, so she got up and went back to her room, repacking the kitchen. Shatu, who was hiding behind the kitchen door, shook her head and turned to go back to her room. At exactly two o'clock, Abuja's guests arrived. Hisham and Hafsa are mommah's younger siblings, and Nahnah. They are as beautiful and white as my mother and mommah.  Shatu was sitting there taking lessons when the driver returned from picking them up one by one. They followed her with their eyes, and she was also looking at them. It was Hisham who opened the door for her, and she looked at her before saying, "If I guessed it right, you're Shatu? I guess you're Shatu, right?"  She quickly raised her head, Hisham and Nahna hugged her and shouted in great joy, rejoicing to see her. Ammar, Mommah and Imran quickly came out, rejoicing to see them, since they had not come for vacation, Nahna and Hafsa are in Turkey, and Hisham is Ammar's mate and they finished school together in Egypt, Imran went to Oxford University, England. Joyfully and with the noise they were making in the main parlor, she brought out the people of the house, even Hajja who came out leaning on her cane because she had a 'fatigue' in her leg. 'One by one' she looked at them and answered their greetings in a whisper, "Of course, Dijah, you have taken the house, you have taken possession of the man, you have taken possession of his wealth, your relatives have also come and gathered at the house, you may God destroy your own people and where did these girls come from?"  Nahna's face was covered with tears and she was about to speak. Mommah shook her head at her. "Don't say any word here, go to my part, I'm coming." Since there was discipline, they didn't go in. They pulled Shatu's hand and went ahead, and Imran followed behind them. Mommah didn't say anything to Hajja, she just stood there and said she would pass. In a fit of anger, Hajja said, "No doubt about it, you little slut, did you give my deposit to a worthless person? Well, you have a gift that looks like alms to that lady, and you are talking to me. Today, they will turn around and go back, and I will come and charge them. Now, they brought you some straw. I heard that you have a rival, will you be expelled? And when they leave, gather the thieves and take her away, they are just worthless devils."  Momma, something was wrong. She just turned and went to her room. Her heart was pounding. She was a human being, not a stone. Her heart must have been hurting from the kind of humiliation that Hajja was giving her, but she had to respect her since her son was getting married. She had to wipe the tears from her face and then, with a smile, she had to open the door to her room.