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JJ arrived in the neighborhood in a state of utter chaos and distress. This confirmed that he had been in town all along and had never gone to Kaduna as claimed. However, since the neighbors knew nothing about the reality of the situation, they simply felt deep pity for him, watching him cry as he was being held and comforted like a woman. When he reached the hospital and saw Anoosh and the others, he collapsed completely, pretending to faint. It wasn't until water was splashed on him that he was admitted to a hospital bed. In truth, he was genuinely terrified upon seeing that Anoosh hadn't died, though she was completely unconscious and in a critical condition that was difficult to describe.
JJ became like a biological brother during the funeral of Hajiya Lailah, as he took the lead and was the one receiving condolences. He was also the one who brought in the police, claiming that he would not accept the incident as a mere accident and demanded an investigation to determine the cause of the fire, as many signs pointed to foul play. JJ only did this out of fear that if Anoosh survived, things would take a dangerous turn for him. The police launched a full-scale investigation into the case, and by God's grace, they found a small clue that led them to believe JJ’s suspicions might actually hold weight. Consequently, they became dedicated to uncovering the whole truth.
Outwardly, JJ kept pushing them to stand firm on the investigation, but inwardly, he was in a state of panic, constantly seeking ways to block anything that might reveal the truth. Out of sheer desperation to be trusted, he brought fake parents and had a marriage ceremony conducted between himself and Anoosh, just to prove to everyone that no matter her condition, he loved her. This "sacrifice" of his was highly praised in the neighborhood, even though the marriage was hastily conducted right after the Maghrib prayer, just as he and his fake guardians had requested. Everything belonging to Anoosh fell under JJ's control without any of his real family members knowing. Whenever the police wanted to speak with him, he refused to cooperate, breaking down in tears instead and claiming they should leave him alone to mourn his grief.
In this state, Anoosh spent nearly a year bedridden in the hospital. People from all over brought financial aid and donations, and every single contribution went straight into JJ's account, though a portion was used to cover her hospital expenses. When she reached one year and three months in that condition, the doctors advised taking her abroad for a medical procedure. JJ agreed 100%, and preparations had already begun, but just three days after the discussion, God took her life. She passed away with her eyes fixed intensely on JJ, tears streaming down her face.
JJ collapsed on the spot, and it wasn't until a doctor attended to him that he regained consciousness. The way he cried in utter anguish would make anyone pity him, because, before God, his tears were genuine this time. Anoosh was laid to her final resting place while JJ remained in a terrible state, only recovering his senses the following day. Just as he had been the central figure during Hajiya Lailah's death, he was also the one receiving condolences for Anoosh until the three-day prayers were concluded. After the dust settled, he continued to visit the neighborhood occasionally for a few months, and Anoosh's family house remained under the custody of the police and the neighborhood elders. Eventually, JJ's occasional visits became less frequent. Seven months after her death, he met Alimah. She was a beautiful girl who resembled Sudanese Arabs—Alimah was not fair-skinned, nor was she pitch black. She was a remarkably elegant woman with a striking figure and a face so beautiful that even another woman would look back at her twice.
Part 2: Pursuing Alimah and Raising Suspicion
Alimah was a friend to his younger sister, Rabi'ah. They were in the same department at F.C.E. One Eid day, she went to visit Rabi'ah at her house, and she ran into JJ at the entrance. He looked up aggressively, thinking she was one of his younger siblings. Instead, he collided with a creature that nearly turned his life upside down. He stood completely frozen on the spot; even when Alimah repeatedly apologized, he was oblivious to it until Rabi'ah nudged him back to his senses. He couldn't say a word except to nod his head as if forced. After they went inside, he canceled his plans to go out and went back into the house. He sat with them in the living room, his eyes fixed on Alimah's every move. At first, she didn't notice, but eventually, she became uncomfortable.
What started like a casual encounter soon became serious. When Alimah and her younger sister got up to leave, JJ insisted on driving them home. Though she didn't really want to, she agreed, and he drove them home along with Rabi'ah. That was how JJ discovered Alimah's house. After returning home, he interrogated Rabi'ah about Alimah, and she told him everything. From then on, JJ began driving Rabi'ah to school himself and would pick her up, all because of Alimah. Yet, no matter how much he tried to get Alimah to notice him, it failed; her interaction with him was limited to casual greetings as her friend Rabi'ah's older brother.
When God decides to catch up with people like JJ, it's a serious matter, because he was truly going crazy over Alimah, while she continued to keep her distance. She wasn't rude or insulting to him; she simply minded her own business after exchanging greetings. She refused to give him an opening to approach her, even for a conversation. He continued to be patient and endure it because his love for Alimah was genuine—a love intended for marriage. He even told his friends, including MB, that he had finally found a wife. Similarly, everyone at his house knew he loved Alimah.
Shortly after, JJ began constructing a house, and he reduced many of his bad habits, especially regarding women. Initially, his parents wondered where he got the money for such a building, as they didn't even know he owned that plot of land. However, he explained to them that he had entered into a business partnership with his boss which had yielded great profits, adding that his boss was actually the one who gifted him the land. Knowing the person he referred to as his boss made them believe him, even though, as parents, they ought to have investigated this boss since JJ hadn't known him for very long. But since money was coming in and he was handling some of their financial responsibilities, no one questioned him further.
He continued building his house while relentlessly campaigning for Alimah's love, and with great difficulty, she finally began to give him some attention. When he started showing off by spending excessive money on her, her father put the brakes on him, laying down strict rules for courting his daughter if JJ was truly serious. Without any argument, JJ complied with every rule. He wasn't even allowed to chat with Alimah except in her father's living room in the presence of her two younger siblings. Furthermore, there was a CCTV camera in the living room through which their father could monitor their every move right from his bedroom. He was only allowed to visit twice a week for chats, and it was a strict rule that he must not stop her on the street or at school just because he saw her at her house. Wherever they met, it had to be just greetings; formal conversations were strictly reserved for her family home.
Since JJ truly wanted to marry Alimah, he accepted all these rules wholeheartedly and observed them strictly until their parents became fully involved in the arrangement. Even then, the rules didn't change. Although their father wasn't wealthy, he was comfortable enough to provide adequately for his children. The wedding date was set for one year later, and before long, the time arrived, and the wedding festivities began. At Alimah's house, they only held the Islamic marriage contract ceremony (Daurin Aure) without any unIslamic innovations or elaborate events. However, after she was brought to JJ's family house, his side proceeded with their own celebrations just the way they wanted. A dinner party was held that night after she was brought to his family home, and the following day, she was escorted to her matrimonial home…
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Part 3: Khadijah's Rescue
The noise of people around her and the heat of the morning sun as it began to rise woke her up. Slowly, she tried to open her eyes, which felt incredibly heavy. She couldn't make out anything clearly, only hearing the loud chatter of people, each giving their own opinion about her. Some thought it was an accident, while others believed thieves had beaten her up and dumped her by the roadside. Yet, not a single person was willing to help her. In fact, everyone was afraid to touch her. Just as she was trying to open her eyes a second time, a stunning, pitch-black luxury car arrived at the scene. Since the car was moving slowly, it passed them slightly before pulling over to the side of the road just a short distance ahead of them. Some people focused their attention on the car, while others continued whispering and gossiping about Khadijah.
The driver quickly got out of the car to carry out his master's order, who had told him to go check what was happening. He walked toward the crowd at a fast pace, asking, “Servants of God, is everything alright? What is happening that you have gathered here like this?”
"By God, it's a young girl we found lying here; she looks as if she is dead, with wounds all over her body. But we don't know what happened to her or the reason she was dumped here. Look, she's over there, and it seems she is regaining consciousness," a mature elder answered him with genuine concern. Surprise washed over the driver's face, but without saying anything, he turned around and walked back to the car.
He stopped by the rear seat and bowed slightly so he could see the person inside. The tinted glass rolled down slowly, revealing a handsome, dignified, and respectable young man. In a mature and calm tone, he asked, “What is happening, Awwal?”
“Brother, it's a girl who was dumped over there. They don't know if she was in an accident or if she was thrown out, but she is in a terrible state, and everyone is afraid to help her.”
He remained silent, looking at Awwal with a mixture of surprise and slight anger. Then, shaking his head without a word, he opened the car door and stepped out. Awwal quickly stepped aside to clear the way for him. From the moment he stepped out of the car, the scent of his expensive perfume filled the air, causing most of the crowd to turn around and look at him. Some people even rushed to eagerly greet him despite not knowing who he was. In our modern society, wherever a wealthy person appears, you will see them treated with great importance, regardless of who they are or where they come from. He simply raised his hand to acknowledge them, nodding his head and saying, "Good day." He then scanned them with his eyes and added, “So, instead of just standing around forming a circle, why don't you lift her up and take her to the hospital, servants of God?”
As if his words were a command echoing in their ears, the crowd immediately began to scatter. Some even tried to leave the scene while muttering complaints, indicating they had no intention of helping her. Astounded by their behavior, he stood there staring, but before he could fully process his shock, his eyes fell upon the girl lying on the ground in a horrifying and heartbreaking state. Even though he wasn't a police officer, one look at Khadijah was enough to understand that this wasn't an accident; it was a brutal beating. He didn't even realize when he rushed over to her side, calling upon the name of God. He reached out his hand to touch her but paused. Looking up again, he scanned the surrounding people, searching for what he needed to see—a fellow woman—but finding none, he lifted her up entirely in his arms without looking closely at her and carried her toward their car, utterly disgusted by the onlookers.
Awwal quickly opened the front door for him, gesturing for him to put her there. But he shook his head and pointed to the back seat. Left with no choice but to obey, Awwal watched as he carefully laid her down in the back while he returned to the front passenger seat. As he was trying to close the door, Awwal handed him a piece of paper that had fallen from Khadijah’s body. “Brother, this fell from her body.”
He stared at the paper for a moment as if hesitating to take it, but then accepted it without a word and placed it on the dashboard. Awwal got into the driver’s seat, and as he was turning the key in the ignition, he asked, “Are we going to the hospital, Brother?”
He nodded his head in affirmation.
Hearing that they were starting to drive, Khadijah, who could hear everything, painfully raised her hand to her face to wipe her tears. In a weak, barely audible voice, she said, “For God's sake, I beg of you, do not take me to the hospital in this town. Drive me to Kano. Even if I am going to die, let me die in front of my parents so they can forgive me, rather than returning to my Lord while He is angry with me.”
Surprised, and knowing his brother might not reply, Awwal glanced at her through the rearview mirror and said, “Come on, sister, what do you mean Kano in this condition? There is nothing you need more than a doctor's attention right now.”
She burst into tears again, continuing to plead with them. Even though they had already taken the route toward the hospital, his eyes remained fixed on his phone as if he was oblivious to what was happening in the car. Then, he calmly muttered, “Let's go to the airport.”
Awwal was deeply shocked to hear his brother say this, because he knew they had already bought their two tickets the previous night. However, he couldn't question him, answering only with a respectful "Okay." From there, he took the route to the airport. Upon arriving at the airport, the brother called a man named Attahir. Within a few minutes, Attahir arrived. He stepped out of the car, instructing Awwal to remain inside and wait for him, while he and Attahir headed toward a path after he peered inside to see that Khadijah had been overcome by an exhausted sleep…
### Part 4: Dafeeq's Discovery and JJ's Confession
When morning came, Dafeeq assumed Khadijah was still in the house and hadn't left. In his foolishness, he believed she could never leave him, for several reasons—the strongest being that she wouldn't dare face her parents out of fear. Furthermore, he believed she loved him so intensely that she could never part from him. He reasoned that the two divorces he had given her were merely a warning and that he would eventually take her back, but only after making her life so miserable that she wouldn't dare look at him wrongly again. She would become like a slave to him, such that even if he trampled her into the dirt, she wouldn't dare whisper a complaint. He wanted her to fear him even more than she had in the past.
He ignored Kainaat entirely and went about his business calmly, acting as though he didn't have a single care in the world. Yet, deep down in his heart, he was praying that Khadijah would return quickly to apologize to him. Fortunately, just as he ignored Kainaat, she also cast him aside for the day, acting out her anger toward him. In fact, she spent the whole day lying in her room. It wasn't until around three in the afternoon, when a food order she made was delivered, that she came downstairs. She came down almost at the same time as Dafeeq, who had also been resting in his room, but the lack of any sound from Khadijah worried him, prompting him to check on her.
He hardened his expression when his eyes met those of his mother (Hajiya). She also averted her gaze without saying a word, walking upstairs with an air of pride and arrogance. He hissed and bit his lips, plotting things in his mind. Only after he heard her enter her room and lock the door did he quickly head toward the room Khadijah was using. His heart sank deeply when he found the room completely empty, but he forced himself to check the bathroom. There was no one there either, nor any sign that water had been used, as everywhere was bone dry. He felt his heart racing in his chest, and he rushed out, his legs nearly tangling. He began opening the doors to all the downstairs rooms, but she was nowhere to be found, leaving no trace behind. He checked the kitchen—completely empty. He went back upstairs to search again, but there was only silence. Panicking, he rushed downstairs to find the security guard…
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*Huummm Dafeeq. JJ* 😡😡
*May God forgive our parents* 😭🙏
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...Dafeeq's heart received a violent shock upon hearing the security guard's response, who told him that Khadijah had actually left the house since early morning. He opened his mouth to snap at him in anger but stopped, as if suddenly remembering something. He went back inside, and before long, emerged with his car keys in hand. His heart was telling him that Khadijah must be at their old house. He drove recklessly despite the short distance and arrived within a very short time. He felt a slight wave of relief seeing that the house didn't appear locked, so he stormed inside, fuming with rage and determined to punish her. But to his dismay, there was no sign of Khadijah anywhere in the house; in fact, it looked as though no one had stepped inside at all.
*(Could she have gone to Baba Hakimi's house?)* his mind suggested, trying to reassure him. *“Yes, absolutely. Because I know that even if she were out of her mind, she wouldn't think of going to Kano. Where would she even get the transport money for such a trip? In fact, I won't go after her. Let her run around until about a month from now; only then will I check Baba Hakimi's house, by which time she will be completely exhausted. Let me even remove the SIM card that everyone in her family knows me by, so I can stress her out further and destabilize her life.”* He concluded his thoughts with a smug smile, pulling his phone from his pocket to remove the SIM card through which Baba Hakimi and the others could reach him. He stepped out, locked the house, and tossed the thought of Khadijah completely aside. From there, he headed to a restaurant, ate to his fill, and then went to a hotel to book a room.
