The main mosque was packed with people, everyone was wearing big clothes and big hats, and you could see that a wedding was being planned. A young man wearing big clothes and a big red shirt was standing outside the mosque, looking at his watch and looking at the time. He looked up and saw a young man wearing a big hat and a hat. He looked at him from behind. He looked back and saw a young man wearing big clothes and a hat. He was worried and said, "Arif, come here, even if the deputy imam of the mosque has already accepted your marriage. Everyone is waiting for one person, but it's not cool." Shaking his head, Arif said, "I know he will come, let's just give him some time. Uncle Hamma is just…" Dasauri's friend said, "sociopath." A big jeep parked next to the mosque barely found a parking space. He was laughing. It was clear on Arif's face that he didn't know when his friend left the premises of the Dasauri mosque, not even a single person was seen calling out to the bride and groom, and he couldn't see anyone inside the car because the glass was tinted and covered. He slowly raised his hand and without waiting, he opened the front of the car to the driver's side, crouching down respectfully, without looking at the face of the man in the car, he said, "Welcome, Uncle Imran." A man sitting in the car, who must be at least 48/49 years old, was wearing a soft milk shirt, his dark eyes shining with the glow of a holiday.

He had a very long beard, a long black beard, a thin beard that was also loose, a full head of eyebrows and a healthy head of a minister, that would not be enough to tell him that he was full of beards, he had some small but big eyes when he looked at you, if you were not calm and looked at him, you would think his eyes were closed but they were wide open, they were white and fat, his nose was very long and thin and his lips were pouting, one look at Arif who was hunched over and it was clear that there was no smile or joy on his face and there was no anger or any other emotion on his face but his face that was there was covered with a warm and compassionate look, as if he did not want to speak he said "Arif" Arif smiled with a small smile full of evil respect and said "yes Uncle Imran" while raising his head he looked at him and then lowered his head and fell to the ground quickly without seeing the man who was sitting with a bad attitude And not like Uncle Imran, no matter how dry your eyes are, you can't look at Uncle Imran's dirty eyes, Ahankali didn't seem to want to speak, he said in this calm tone, "get up, your clothes will get dirty" Arif stood up, there was no argument, he still couldn't stand it, that's why he quickly got out of the car and stood next to Arif. Arif was as tall as Uncle Imran, he was a giant, he was big but he had grown up but his body and limbs were all in good shape, you can see him, you see, he is someone who improves his body by eating healthy food and exercising, he was wearing a big shiny shirt and one pair of pants that were right at his eyes, his feet were wearing ankle socks inside a very shiny Givenchy covershoe, he turned around and took out a pair of glasses because his eyes didn't like light very much and put them on and then he looked at Arif who was still standing and said "shall we go?" Arif said, "Then let us say our name, Uncle." They continued talking as he was not looking for a man who smelled of perfume like Uncle Imran's perfume. Uncle Imran's perfume had a sweet and refreshing scent. Even before they reached the mosque, there were singers and beggars who were singing. He did not want that at all, so he did not ask them anything or give them money. They entered the mosque immediately. Arif's friend said, "Arif's saint has arrived." They finished and sat down. Arif and Salma were married for a dowry of 500k, which Uncle Imran paid for him. He prayed for them and it was over for a second before he accepted it. Arif turned around and quickly got up and followed him in his abaya.Arif's friend saw a friend who had followed Arif and Uncle Imran out of the mosque and looked at him and said, "God bless Arif, he has been praying to God." Another friend named Muhammad said, "Well, that's almost it. This Uncle has been a bully since primary school. What's the best thing I've ever done to Aliyu since his father ran away