From that day on, they met every day at the place where lessons were being taught. Kamal, Beta, and Suba also joined in. After five days, they had begun to learn properly.
Even today, like every other day, they were engaged in the lessons with happiness and calmness, because Basma was understanding what was being taught.
As Kamal entered, the school was buzzing with students. They quickly informed him that Basma was with Amar, learning dance. So the class continued, but Kamal headed straight to where the dance lessons were being taught.
Who is Kamal?
Kamal Jamil is his full name; his father is Alhaji Jamilu. Kamal comes from Subiyu, the village of his parents, along with his younger sister, Khadija.
Kamal is the type of person who flirts and teases girls. There is no one in the school who doesn’t know him; he even has friends among the younger students, because he is wealthy.
One thing he brought with him to Basma—one day at school during a program 📺—was that he acted as if he owned her, constantly teasing her.
Basma, however, has been blessed with fear of God and a careful heart, and she is very cautious. (You will understand this more as the story continues.) This is the story of Kamal.
Story Continues:
Kamal entered and without waiting, he spoke harshly:
“So, you think you’re being stubborn, huh? Didn’t you hear what I said to you? Or has what I said already been forgotten after school? And is it true that a man is the one teaching you to dance?”
At this, the others froze and stared at him, while he circled them, playing with the glass in his hand.
He pointed to where Amar was and asked,
“Who is that?”
Basma, confused, replied,
“That’s my master.”
Kamal asked,
“Which master?”
She was silent.
Kamal said,
“Go learn the things being done in the kitchen, not dancing. From today, if I see you learning dance from that guy again, you’ll regret it.”
With that, he turned and left the area.
After he left, Amar asked,
“So, you’re married, but you didn’t tell me?”
Basma said,
“Me, marry that madman?”
Amar said,
“Then why did you get involved with him?”
Basma replied,
“One day during a program 📺 he appeared as my husband. Since then, he’s been insisting that I am his wife. It has been three years of his constant pressure.”
“Then why were you silent?” Amar asked.
In fear, she said,
“Oh my! Wallahi, I fear him.”
Amar said,
“Then I will remove that fear of him from your eyes.”
She looked up quickly at him, and he said,
“Tomorrow, when we go to dance, I’ll make sure you have no fear.”
She replied,
“Let’s see. If he sees me learning dance again, I’ll know what to do.”
Amar said,
“I’m telling you what I’ve decided. If you want, I can leave you to continue fearing him. It’s fine.”
She said,
“No, I’ll call him.”
Who is Amar?
Amar was raised only by his parents. Unfortunately, his mother passed away when he was very young, and his father never remarried, saying he had given up on marriage forever. Amar grew up under his father’s care.
Amar’s father was very educated and taught others. They were not ordinary people—they were wealthy. Amar, as a child, knew how to manage himself. He was also very skilled in dance; in fact, no one in school could match him. He had one close friend, Sadam, who was very funny and supportive. Their friendship was strong and deep.
Amar was cheerful and humble. His father’s name was Professor Salisu. (As you continue following the story, you will understand him better as S REZA.)
Basma kept thinking about what Amar had told her. Would she really stop fearing Kamal? She already knew who Kamal was—a rude, immoral man, reckless and inconsiderate. Even at home, he showed no mercy.
When she reached the gate of her house, she relaxed her face and walked toward the house in another neighborhood, one that was well-known in town.
(I asked myself, “Is this really their house?” The reason I asked is because of the type of cars parked in the compound. Basma, however, always went to school on a bicycle.)
A boy came out of the house and greeted her warmly, patting her hand:
“Welcome back, Aunty Basma.”
She laughed and said,
“Thanks, my bro.”
She held his hand and entered the house.
What amazed her was that, upon entering, a young man, probably in his forties, approached her. He hugged her and said,
“Welcome.”
She hugged him back, saying,
“Thanks, my daddy.”
Delighted to see her, he asked,
“How is school?”
She replied,
“Daddy, honestly, school was no fun today.”
Hearing that, he pulled her closer and asked,
“What happened, my baby?”
In amusement, she said,
“Daddy, it’s nothing serious. My friend was very tired; the dancing we did today was really hard.”
Her father laughed and said,
“But you’re improving, aren’t you?”
She didn’t answer, instead walking toward a large chair in the lounge. She noticed a small stage filled with a group of people dancing to a song from the USA🇻🇮. She began following the dance steps.
What amazed her was that the man she called “Daddy” didn’t stop her; instead, he smiled and watched her. Even the children present kept an eye on her.
Someone else came down from the upper floor with a woman, presumably his wife. They approached and said,
“Ah, the daughter of Baba has returned.”
They all sat and watched her dance.
(This is a very extraordinary house. I won’t say more, just continue following the story as S REZA.)
Who is Basma?
Basma’s full name is Sammani. Her father is Alhaji Sammani Ahuta, a very wealthy man and politically influential in the region.
Alhaji Sammani has only one wife, Hajiya Faiza. They married for love. Alhaji Sammani also has a nephew named Sani.
Sani, when he was twelve, came under the care of his uncle Hajiya Faiza. From that time, he treated her daughter like his own, never letting anyone harm or scold her—even her parents. Later, Sani got married.
Sani became very close to her. Sometimes, he would stay a month at Sani’s house without visiting her parents, and they appreciated how well he cared for her.
From then on, Hajiya Faiza did not have another child. Sani, after marrying Zainab, treated her the same way.
Basma lived under the same care. Her father’s nephew, Sani, never allowed her to be scolded or harmed. He cared for her deeply.
Her mother, Zainab, had also started giving her affection and care, showing love for her. Her parents sometimes traveled to another country for 2–3 months, leaving her behind, but she remained safe and well taken care of.
When Basma was fifteen, one day she was sitting with Zainab watching a Hausa film. They noticed Sani, her guardian, coming into the house crying, clearly distressed. He immediately called to Basma…
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From that day on, they met every day at the place where lessons were being taught. Kamal, Beta, and Suba also joined in. After five days, they had begun to learn properly.
Even today, like every other day, they were engaged in the lessons with happiness and calmness, because Basma was understanding what was being taught.
As Kamal entered, the school was buzzing with students. They quickly informed him that Basma was with Amar, learning dance. So the class continued, but Kamal headed straight to where the dance lessons were being taught.
Who is Kamal?
Kamal Jamil is his full name; his father is Alhaji Jamilu. Kamal comes from Subiyu, the village of his parents, along with his younger sister, Khadija.
Kamal is the type of person who flirts and teases girls. There is no one in the school who doesn’t know him; he even has friends among the younger students, because he is wealthy.
One thing he brought with him to Basma—one day at school during a program 📺—was that he acted as if he owned her, constantly teasing her.
Basma, however, has been blessed with fear of God and a careful heart, and she is very cautious. (You will understand this more as the story continues.) This is the story of Kamal.
Story Continues:
Kamal entered and without waiting, he spoke harshly:
“So, you think you’re being stubborn, huh? Didn’t you hear what I said to you? Or has what I said already been forgotten after school? And is it true that a man is the one teaching you to dance?”
At this, the others froze and stared at him, while he circled them, playing with the glass in his hand.
He pointed to where Amar was and asked,
“Who is that?”
Basma, confused, replied,
“That’s my master.”
Kamal asked,
“Which master?”
She was silent.
Kamal said,
“Go learn the things being done in the kitchen, not dancing. From today, if I see you learning dance from that guy again, you’ll regret it.”
With that, he turned and left the area.
After he left, Amar asked,
“So, you’re married, but you didn’t tell me?”
Basma said,
“Me, marry that madman?”
Amar said,
“Then why did you get involved with him?”
Basma replied,
“One day during a program 📺 he appeared as my husband. Since then, he’s been insisting that I am his wife. It has been three years of his constant pressure.”
“Then why were you silent?” Amar asked.
In fear, she said,
“Oh my! Wallahi, I fear him.”
Amar said,
“Then I will remove that fear of him from your eyes.”
She looked up quickly at him, and he said,
“Tomorrow, when we go to dance, I’ll make sure you have no fear.”
She replied,
“Let’s see. If he sees me learning dance again, I’ll know what to do.”
Amar said,
“I’m telling you what I’ve decided. If you want, I can leave you to continue fearing him. It’s fine.”
She said,
“No, I’ll call him.”
Who is Amar?
Amar was raised only by his parents. Unfortunately, his mother passed away when he was very young, and his father never remarried, saying he had given up on marriage forever. Amar grew up under his father’s care.
Amar’s father was very educated and taught others. They were not ordinary people—they were wealthy. Amar, as a child, knew how to manage himself. He was also very skilled in dance; in fact, no one in school could match him. He had one close friend, Sadam, who was very funny and supportive. Their friendship was strong and deep.
Amar was cheerful and humble. His father’s name was Professor Salisu. (As you continue following the story, you will understand him better as S REZA.)
Basma kept thinking about what Amar had told her. Would she really stop fearing Kamal? She already knew who Kamal was—a rude, immoral man, reckless and inconsiderate. Even at home, he showed no mercy.
When she reached the gate of her house, she relaxed her face and walked toward the house in another neighborhood, one that was well-known in town.
(I asked myself, “Is this really their house?” The reason I asked is because of the type of cars parked in the compound. Basma, however, always went to school on a bicycle.)
A boy came out of the house and greeted her warmly, patting her hand:
“Welcome back, Aunty Basma.”
She laughed and said,
“Thanks, my bro.”
She held his hand and entered the house.
What amazed her was that, upon entering, a young man, probably in his forties, approached her. He hugged her and said,
“Welcome.”
She hugged him back, saying,
“Thanks, my daddy.”
Delighted to see her, he asked,
“How is school?”
She replied,
“Daddy, honestly, school was no fun today.”
Hearing that, he pulled her closer and asked,
“What happened, my baby?”
In amusement, she said,
“Daddy, it’s nothing serious. My friend was very tired; the dancing we did today was really hard.”
Her father laughed and said,
“But you’re improving, aren’t you?”
She didn’t answer, instead walking toward a large chair in the lounge. She noticed a small stage filled with a group of people dancing to a song from the USA🇻🇮. She began following the dance steps.
What amazed her was that the man she called “Daddy” didn’t stop her; instead, he smiled and watched her. Even the children present kept an eye on her.
Someone else came down from the upper floor with a woman, presumably his wife. They approached and said,
“Ah, the daughter of Baba has returned.”
They all sat and watched her dance.
(This is a very extraordinary house. I won’t say more, just continue following the story as S REZA.)
Who is Basma?
Basma’s full name is Sammani. Her father is Alhaji Sammani Ahuta, a very wealthy man and politically influential in the region.
Alhaji Sammani has only one wife, Hajiya Faiza. They married for love. Alhaji Sammani also has a nephew named Sani.
Sani, when he was twelve, came under the care of his uncle Hajiya Faiza. From that time, he treated her daughter like his own, never letting anyone harm or scold her—even her parents. Later, Sani got married.
Sani became very close to her. Sometimes, he would stay a month at Sani’s house without visiting her parents, and they appreciated how well he cared for her.
From then on, Hajiya Faiza did not have another child. Sani, after marrying Zainab, treated her the same way.
Basma lived under the same care. Her father’s nephew, Sani, never allowed her to be scolded or harmed. He cared for her deeply.
Her mother, Zainab, had also started giving her affection and care, showing love for her. Her parents sometimes traveled to another country for 2–3 months, leaving her behind, but she remained safe and well taken care of.
When Basma was fifteen, one day she was sitting with Zainab watching a Hausa film. They noticed Sani, her guardian, coming into the house crying, clearly distressed. He immediately called to Basma…