“By Allah, it would have been better if you had died today and your corpse was brought to me and laid in front of me.”
“Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un,” said an old man of about fifty years.
“Please calm down so your illness doesn’t worsen,” he said as he looked at the woman who had spoken. “By Allah, whatever has happened is your fault. You may even have had a hand in it.”
After saying that, he walked out. The woman looked at the girl slumped against a chair, crying uncontrollably.
The woman said, “Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un. Please tell us who did this to you.”
The girl raised her red, swollen eyes and said, “Ammy, please forgive me, by Allah it was an accident.”
“Accident your father’s head, you shameless girl!” Ammy shouted.
Ammy began beating her severely, and at that moment the old man came in and found her beating the girl as if she would kill her. He shouted angrily, “By Allah, if you hit her again, you will regret it for the rest of your marriage!”
Ammy froze. The old man looked at the young man who had come in with them and said, “Munnir, take her to their room.”
The one called Munnir grabbed the girl and took her away. The old man turned to Ammy and said, “By Allah, even jokingly, do not lay your hand on her again in the name of discipline.”
After saying that, he left. Ammy wiped the tears from her face and said, “By Allah, I cannot stay and watch this shameful thing.”
After saying that, she packed her belongings and left for her parents’ house.
The girl ran out of the room, but before she could catch up, Ammy had already left. She collapsed in the middle of the compound, crying, as memories of her past life flooded her mind.
Her name is Ma’eeshat Rabi’u, a 19-year-old girl. Her parents had four children: two boys and two girls.
Their father, Alhaji Rabi’u, is originally from Kano. He is wealthy but completely detached from their lives. He knows nothing about them. He doesn’t live in town; when he travels to Lagos, he can stay for up to five years without returning home, and he sends them nothing. From childhood, Ammy had been the one taking care of them—feeding them, clothing them, and handling everything. She even sewed their clothes herself. When they fell ill, she took care of them.
Their mother’s name is Hajara, a devout and caring woman.
The eldest is Munnir, followed by Abdullahi, then Rufaida, and Ma’eeshat is the youngest.
None of them went beyond secondary school. Only Munnir is currently studying, doing odd jobs to provide food for the family and pay his school fees.
They were raised decently, thanks to Ammy’s strength and determination. There was no kind of work Ammy didn’t do to support them—even washing clothes for others to earn food for them.
Ma’eeshat and Rufaida attended evening Islamic school, where Ma’eeshat became friends with Mufida.
Mufida lived three houses away from Ma’eeshat. At first, Ammy tried to stop the friendship, but later she gave up.
From the time Ma’eeshat befriended Mufida, her life began to change. She developed an interest in flashy women’s items and fancy clothes. Their clothes were few, and they often wore the same ones for long periods; relatives from her mother’s side gave them hand-me-downs.
Neighbors saw Ma’eeshat as arrogant because she didn’t associate with anyone.
Gradually, Ma’eeshat started attending birthday parties with Mufida, and from there she began mixing with boys. She wore expensive clothes and makeup, and no matter how much Ammy warned her, she didn’t listen.
One day, at a party, someone informed Munnir.
Ma’eeshat was sitting among her friends, smoking shisha, when someone grabbed her hand. She looked up and locked eyes with Munnir.
“Get up, let’s go home,” Munnir said.
She said nothing and followed him. When they entered the house corridor, he beat her badly, removed his belt, and whipped her. Ammy sat in the courtyard, silent, until he was done.
Rufaida helped Ma’eeshat to their room, prepared hot water for her, took her to the toilet, and she bathed.
Afterward, she lay down in light clothing. Rufaida came in and said, “You haven’t eaten and you’re lying down?”
“I won’t eat. I know it’s just cassava anyway,” Ma’eeshat replied.
“Please, sister, don’t ruin your life this way,” Rufaida pleaded.
“So you want me to sit and die of hunger?” Ma’eeshat snapped.
“I didn’t say that, but please don’t destroy your future.”
“This pregnancy you see didn’t come from nowhere,” Ma’eeshat said.
“Do you know what the neighbors are saying about you?” Rufaida asked.
“No, tell me.”
“It’s painful to hear. Please change your life before disgrace overtakes you.”
“This is all Ammy’s fault,” Ma’eeshat said. “Why doesn’t she leave her marriage and go back to her parents’ house?”
“And where would that leave us?” Rufaida asked.
“She should leave us at our father’s house,” Ma’eeshat replied.
Rufaida lay down beside her. Two days later, Ammy forbade Ma’eeshat from going out. Rufaida always wore a veil when going out.
After Asr prayer, Ammy went to a condolence visit. Ma’eeshat took Rufaida’s veil, wore it, and went out.
As she passed by a gathering of five men sitting in front of a shop, she heard one say, “Has that stubborn girl passed here?”
“Which one? There are many stubborn girls in this area,” another replied.
“I mean Rabi’u’s daughter, the one from that street.”
The eldest said, “My younger brother told me he saw her at a big party for prostitutes. She even seemed to have status there.”
“By Allah, whatever that girl is doing is her father’s fault,” one said. “If you abandon your children to a woman with no stable job, you’re basically telling them to become immoral.”
Ma’eeshat continued walking, boarded a motorcycle, and went to a popular food spot. She ordered food, and while eating, someone pulled a chair and sat beside her.
Without looking, she said, “You’re late.”
The young man, Sager, replied, “I had some work.”
“Let’s go, it’s time for me to leave,” she said.
Sager paid for the food, and they went to a party. Ma’eeshat never wore revealing clothes; she always wore fabric skirts and blouses, and she never allowed any man to touch her—even her hand.
She didn’t dance at parties; she just sat. She later parted ways with Mufida because Mufida chased men, while Ma’eeshat only allowed them to spend money on her, but never touch her.
Sager secretly slipped a drug into her drink.
She drank it and said, “I have to go home. Ammy doesn’t know I came out.”
“Let’s go, I’ll drop you,” Sager said.
Outside, dizziness overtook her and she collapsed. Sager caught her, took her inside a room he had already booked, raped her, and ran away, leaving her behind.
At dawn, the cold woke her. Confused, she tried to stand and felt a sharp pain shoot through her body. She shut her eyes and said, “Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un. Oh Allah, help me in this calamity.”
After about thirty minutes, she managed to stand, crying. She picked up her bag and staggered out, resting along the way.
She reached the roadside, took a motorcycle home, and rushed inside without paying. Abdullahi was coming out and saw the rider, paid him, and entered.
Ma’eeshat went straight into her room. Ammy didn’t know she was back until Abdullahi told her.
Ammy rushed out anxiously and questioned her about where she spent the night. Ma’eeshat cried silently, refusing to speak.
Later, fever overwhelmed her. Rufaida helped her bathe. Ma’eeshat feared Ammy noticing how she walked, so she pretended to fall; Rufaida supported her.
That evening, the fever worsened. Ammy prayed anxiously.
Five months later, Ma’eeshat became quiet and withdrawn. There was no sign of Sager. Ammy was happy, believing God had guided her daughter.
Then Ma’eeshat fell seriously ill. Chemists couldn’t help. Ammy’s brother sent ₦10,000 as charity.
The next day, Ammy took Ma’eeshat to the hospital. After tests, the doctor called them and said, “Hajiya, congratulations.”
Ammy stared in shock. Ma’eeshat lowered her head—she had already known she was pregnant.
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“By Allah, it would have been better if you had died today and your corpse was brought to me and laid in front of me.”
“Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un,” said an old man of about fifty years.
“Please calm down so your illness doesn’t worsen,” he said as he looked at the woman who had spoken. “By Allah, whatever has happened is your fault. You may even have had a hand in it.”
After saying that, he walked out. The woman looked at the girl slumped against a chair, crying uncontrollably.
The woman said, “Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un. Please tell us who did this to you.”
The girl raised her red, swollen eyes and said, “Ammy, please forgive me, by Allah it was an accident.”
“Accident your father’s head, you shameless girl!” Ammy shouted.
Ammy began beating her severely, and at that moment the old man came in and found her beating the girl as if she would kill her. He shouted angrily, “By Allah, if you hit her again, you will regret it for the rest of your marriage!”
Ammy froze. The old man looked at the young man who had come in with them and said, “Munnir, take her to their room.”
The one called Munnir grabbed the girl and took her away. The old man turned to Ammy and said, “By Allah, even jokingly, do not lay your hand on her again in the name of discipline.”
After saying that, he left. Ammy wiped the tears from her face and said, “By Allah, I cannot stay and watch this shameful thing.”
After saying that, she packed her belongings and left for her parents’ house.
The girl ran out of the room, but before she could catch up, Ammy had already left. She collapsed in the middle of the compound, crying, as memories of her past life flooded her mind.
Her name is Ma’eeshat Rabi’u, a 19-year-old girl. Her parents had four children: two boys and two girls.
Their father, Alhaji Rabi’u, is originally from Kano. He is wealthy but completely detached from their lives. He knows nothing about them. He doesn’t live in town; when he travels to Lagos, he can stay for up to five years without returning home, and he sends them nothing. From childhood, Ammy had been the one taking care of them—feeding them, clothing them, and handling everything. She even sewed their clothes herself. When they fell ill, she took care of them.
Their mother’s name is Hajara, a devout and caring woman.
The eldest is Munnir, followed by Abdullahi, then Rufaida, and Ma’eeshat is the youngest.
None of them went beyond secondary school. Only Munnir is currently studying, doing odd jobs to provide food for the family and pay his school fees.
They were raised decently, thanks to Ammy’s strength and determination. There was no kind of work Ammy didn’t do to support them—even washing clothes for others to earn food for them.
Ma’eeshat and Rufaida attended evening Islamic school, where Ma’eeshat became friends with Mufida.
Mufida lived three houses away from Ma’eeshat. At first, Ammy tried to stop the friendship, but later she gave up.
From the time Ma’eeshat befriended Mufida, her life began to change. She developed an interest in flashy women’s items and fancy clothes. Their clothes were few, and they often wore the same ones for long periods; relatives from her mother’s side gave them hand-me-downs.
Neighbors saw Ma’eeshat as arrogant because she didn’t associate with anyone.
Gradually, Ma’eeshat started attending birthday parties with Mufida, and from there she began mixing with boys. She wore expensive clothes and makeup, and no matter how much Ammy warned her, she didn’t listen.
One day, at a party, someone informed Munnir.
Ma’eeshat was sitting among her friends, smoking shisha, when someone grabbed her hand. She looked up and locked eyes with Munnir.
“Get up, let’s go home,” Munnir said.
She said nothing and followed him. When they entered the house corridor, he beat her badly, removed his belt, and whipped her. Ammy sat in the courtyard, silent, until he was done.
Rufaida helped Ma’eeshat to their room, prepared hot water for her, took her to the toilet, and she bathed.
Afterward, she lay down in light clothing. Rufaida came in and said, “You haven’t eaten and you’re lying down?”
“I won’t eat. I know it’s just cassava anyway,” Ma’eeshat replied.
“Please, sister, don’t ruin your life this way,” Rufaida pleaded.
“So you want me to sit and die of hunger?” Ma’eeshat snapped.
“I didn’t say that, but please don’t destroy your future.”
“This pregnancy you see didn’t come from nowhere,” Ma’eeshat said.
“Do you know what the neighbors are saying about you?” Rufaida asked.
“No, tell me.”
“It’s painful to hear. Please change your life before disgrace overtakes you.”
“This is all Ammy’s fault,” Ma’eeshat said. “Why doesn’t she leave her marriage and go back to her parents’ house?”
“And where would that leave us?” Rufaida asked.
“She should leave us at our father’s house,” Ma’eeshat replied.
Rufaida lay down beside her. Two days later, Ammy forbade Ma’eeshat from going out. Rufaida always wore a veil when going out.
After Asr prayer, Ammy went to a condolence visit. Ma’eeshat took Rufaida’s veil, wore it, and went out.
As she passed by a gathering of five men sitting in front of a shop, she heard one say, “Has that stubborn girl passed here?”
“Which one? There are many stubborn girls in this area,” another replied.
“I mean Rabi’u’s daughter, the one from that street.”
The eldest said, “My younger brother told me he saw her at a big party for prostitutes. She even seemed to have status there.”
“By Allah, whatever that girl is doing is her father’s fault,” one said. “If you abandon your children to a woman with no stable job, you’re basically telling them to become immoral.”
Ma’eeshat continued walking, boarded a motorcycle, and went to a popular food spot. She ordered food, and while eating, someone pulled a chair and sat beside her.
Without looking, she said, “You’re late.”
The young man, Sager, replied, “I had some work.”
“Let’s go, it’s time for me to leave,” she said.
Sager paid for the food, and they went to a party. Ma’eeshat never wore revealing clothes; she always wore fabric skirts and blouses, and she never allowed any man to touch her—even her hand.
She didn’t dance at parties; she just sat. She later parted ways with Mufida because Mufida chased men, while Ma’eeshat only allowed them to spend money on her, but never touch her.
Sager secretly slipped a drug into her drink.
She drank it and said, “I have to go home. Ammy doesn’t know I came out.”
“Let’s go, I’ll drop you,” Sager said.
Outside, dizziness overtook her and she collapsed. Sager caught her, took her inside a room he had already booked, raped her, and ran away, leaving her behind.
At dawn, the cold woke her. Confused, she tried to stand and felt a sharp pain shoot through her body. She shut her eyes and said, “Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un. Oh Allah, help me in this calamity.”
After about thirty minutes, she managed to stand, crying. She picked up her bag and staggered out, resting along the way.
She reached the roadside, took a motorcycle home, and rushed inside without paying. Abdullahi was coming out and saw the rider, paid him, and entered.
Ma’eeshat went straight into her room. Ammy didn’t know she was back until Abdullahi told her.
Ammy rushed out anxiously and questioned her about where she spent the night. Ma’eeshat cried silently, refusing to speak.
Later, fever overwhelmed her. Rufaida helped her bathe. Ma’eeshat feared Ammy noticing how she walked, so she pretended to fall; Rufaida supported her.
That evening, the fever worsened. Ammy prayed anxiously.
Five months later, Ma’eeshat became quiet and withdrawn. There was no sign of Sager. Ammy was happy, believing God had guided her daughter.
Then Ma’eeshat fell seriously ill. Chemists couldn’t help. Ammy’s brother sent ₦10,000 as charity.
The next day, Ammy took Ma’eeshat to the hospital. After tests, the doctor called them and said, “Hajiya, congratulations.”
Ammy stared in shock. Ma’eeshat lowered her head—she had already known she was pregnant.