Panic-stricken and raising his voice, he cried out, "No! Nasrin, for Allah’s sake, stop!" He suddenly bolted upright and rushed toward her. Nazir held him back, repeatedly calling out his name. "Nasir, are you out of your mind? Nazir, why on earth are you questioning me when you can see exactly what is happening right in front of you? Look! Why ask when Nasrin is lying right there drenched in blood? We need to save her first, and if you want, we can have this discussion later!" Nasir yelled in utter delusion. "Nasir, you said Nasrin? Where is she?" Nazir asked, completely bewildered. "Nazir, are you blind, or can't you see Nasrin right here in front of us?! And yet you dare ask me where she is? For Allah's sake, let go of me! If you won't help her, let me go, I say!" Nasir bellowed at the top of his lungs, drawing the undivided attention of everyone around them. Nazir released him, realizing at that moment that Nasir had completely lost his grip on reality and was hallucinating. Nasir rushed toward the spot where he believed he saw Nasrin, but as he reached it, she seemed to shift to another location, weeping and crying out to him for help. He desperately wanted to save her, but he was trapped in a labyrinth of his own mind. He paced around frantically, continuously calling her name: "My little sister! How can I help you when I can't even reach you?" This agonizing psychological loop completely shattered his mental stability. Consumed by deep anguish, heartbreak, and pure rage, he began violently smashing his head against the wall. This severe self-inflicted trauma triggered a massive relapse of his underlying medical condition, causing him to collapse. He thrashed and convulsed wildly across the floor, yet none of the onlookers possessed the courage or strength to step forward and restrain him. Indeed, he was a truly pitiable sight; some among the crowd burst into tears just witnessing his horrific state. Nazir immediately dialed Nasrin's line, who was back home, drowning in the silent misery of losing the one she loved. Seeing that he had been ringing her line for a long time without an answer, Nazir redirected the call to Umma. Umma answered the call, and after exchanging brief pleasantries, Nazir anxiously asked about Nasrin. "Umma, for Allah's sake, where is Nasrin?" "She is right here. What happened?" "I desperately need you to put her on the phone. There is something critical I need to tell her. I tried her line but she didn't pick up." "Alright, let me take the phone to her room." Umma stood up and walked down the hallway. She found Nasrin in a deeply depressing, uncommunicative state. Sitting beside her out of pure sympathy, she called her name. "Nasrin, Nazir is on the line and wants to talk to you. He called your phone but you didn't answer." Silence. Nasrin didn't even cast a glance at her, let alone offer a response. Nazir, listening intently over the line, spoke up: "Umma, I know that in Nasrin's current emotional state, she might not be able to talk. All I need you to do is put the phone on speaker." "Alright, it's on speaker now. If you speak, she will hear you." "Can you say whatever it is now? She can hear you." "Thank you, Umma. Nasrin... I know you are in immense pain right now. But despite that, I am calling you to perform a life-saving rescue. Nasrin, I don't mean you need to come to the hospital; I mean you need to save your brother. I am talking about Nasir. He is in a severe psychological and physical state that is far more dangerous than what you are suffering through." "Nasrin, if you listen closely, you can probably hear him screaming from here. He has brutally mutilated his own body and sustained multiple severe injuries. Nasrin, wallahi, in all my life, I have never seen Nasir in such a horrific crisis as today. To make matters worse, we are completely powerless to help him; we are all just standing here, frozen, watching him unravel." "Nasrin, if you have any strength left, for Allah's sake, come to him. Nasrin, please say something to me. Will you come or not? Nasrin, for Allah's sake, answer me, do you hear me? Nasrin, why are you keeping silent? For Allah's sake, talk to me!" But how could she possibly answer him? A short while later, Nasrin was already on her way to the location to see the state Nasir was in. Umma was the only one who witnessed her frantic departure from the parlor. Seeing her rush out in such a manic state, Umma went back to the room where Nazir was still pleading over the phone for Nasrin to answer. Umma interrupted and asked Nazir what exactly was going on. He explained the gravity of the situation. "Subhanalillah! Nasrin left the house a while ago. You should see her arrive any moment from now, Insha Allah." They said their goodbyes and hung up. Umma shook her head in deep sorrow, reciting: "Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un (To Allah we belong and to Him we shall return). May Allah bring us relief, Amin." It wasn't long before Nasrin arrived. She found him behaving wildly, looking entirely like someone who had suffered a sudden psychological breakdown. She burst into an agonizing, pitiable weep. Rushing to his side, she desperately tried to administer an emergency sedative injection. However, Nasir blindly lashed out, violently shoving her away. She fell hard but immediately picked herself up and tried again. Once more, fortune failed her; he pushed her away so brutally that she sprained her ankle. Ignoring the searing pain, she crawled right back to him. After an intense, exhausting struggle, she finally managed to overpower his thrashing and successfully administered the injection. The moment the sedative entered his system, his frantic pacing ceased, and his entire body went limp as the crisis abated. As he began to slump to the ground, she pulled him into her embrace, sitting on the floor and resting his head gently on her lap like a pillow. She gazed down at his face with boundless sympathy—feeling his agony far more acutely than her own injuries. She leaned down, kissed him, and whispered, "I love you, Yaya Nas. Wallahi, I love you so much. May Allah grant you healing, Amin." She then began treating his bleeding wounds. The onlookers stood in absolute silence, watching her with deep awe and astonishment written all over their faces. It was only at this moment that Nadiya finally managed to walk over. She sat down near Nasrin and muttered a quiet, "Sorry about all this work." Nasrin ignored her entirely, focusing solely on her medical task. When Nadiya reached her hand out to touch Nasir, Nasrin instantly intercepted her, locking her wrist in a tight, furious grip. Without even looking Nadiya in the eye, she spoke in a voice dripping with rage: "Wallahi, don't you dare make the mistake of touching him while he is lying in my embrace. If you dare try to touch him, wallahi, you will suffer a consequence you will never forget for the rest of your life! There is absolutely nothing that will stop me from breaking you in a way you will regret forever. Look at you, Nadiya. Wallahi, you are completely unworthy of being Yaya Nas's wife. You are utterly incapable of giving him the care and devotion he deserves. Furthermore, I am absolutely certain you would never sacrifice your own happiness for his sake, let alone lay down your life for him!" "Are you people even human, or are you animals?! Your lack of empathy is horrifying! How can you stand by and watch a human being on the verge of losing his mind and life, and not a single one of you makes an effort to save him? Nadiya, wallahi, your tears and your weeping are completely hollow and in vain. They won't stop my brother from suffering. Nadiya, wallahi, you must know that it brings me deep sorrow that you are destined to be Yaya Nas's wife—not because I am desperate to have him as my husband, or because I am bitter about losing him, no!" "But simply because you do not possess a single shred of compassion for him! There is no empathy in your heart or soul for him. How do you expect to build a life together like that? Nadiya, hear me well: Wallahi tallahi, I will never forgive you if anything tragic happens to Yaya Nas because of you! So watch yourself around me. Right now, I cannot stand your presence near me. Get up and get out of my sight so I can do what needs to be done!" Filled with bitter humiliation, Nadiya stood up and walked away in tears. Nasrin went back to dressing Nasir’s wounds. In the middle of her work, Nasir slowly began to regain consciousness, murmuring her name in a trembling voice: "My little sister... when did you get here?" Silence. She didn't answer, continuing her treatment. Nasir looked down and noticed her body was badly bruised, with some areas oozing blood. Gritting his teeth through the pain, he pushed against her shoulder to sit up. Overwhelmed by sorrow and guilt, he brought his hands together in a pleading gesture. "Forgive me, Nasrin. For Allah's sake, please do not be angry with me or hold a grudge against me. Your anger will deeply destroy my heart—it will destroy my entire life." Still, she remained completely silent, focusing entirely on her work. He gently lifted her downcast face. "Please, my little sister... please, Nasrin, for Allah's sake, forgive me and say something to me. Anything, no matter how small, please." Even then, she couldn't bring herself to utter a word to him. Instead, she prepared another needle and administered an intravenous sedative. His body immediately went limp, collapsing back into her lap, and within moments, he drifted into a peaceful, deep sleep. With the help of Nazir, they carried him out, put him into the car, and she drove him all the way back to his house. She personally laid him down on his bed and tucked him in with the tender care one would show a younger sibling or a child. As she turned to leave, Hajiya stepped forward to stop her and thank her. However, Nasrin refused to linger; she walked past her and left. They watched her walk away, their hearts filled with profound pity and respect for her resilience. Nasrin went straight back home, heading directly to Na'em's wing of the house, and banged heavily on the door. Na'em came to the door and asked who it was. "Yaya Na'em, it's Nasrin." He opened it immediately and looked at her in shock. "Are you alright? Nasrin, what on earth happened to you? Where are you coming from? Look at how battered you are! Tell me, where have you been?" "I am coming from Yaya Nas's place. Please call Nabeela to tend to my bleeding wounds." Without a single argument, he rushed to fetch Nabeela, who carefully cleaned and dressed her injuries. Once she was finished, Nasrin silently stood up and walked away to her room, leaving them staring after her with hearts heavy with pity.
Around 06:40 am, Nasir woke up. He lay still in bed, his entire body wracked with deep soreness and pain. Suddenly, the horrific memories of the previous day flooded his mind. He instantly blurted out Nasrin's name, thinking to himself: "I absolutely must see Nasrin today to know what state she is in." With agonizing effort, he managed to move his aching body, stood up, went to the bathroom, performed his ablutions, and prayed. After completing his post-prayer supplications, he walked out. Even though it was very early in the morning, he found Hajiya sitting in the parlor, as he had spent the night in her wing of the house instead of his private quarters. They called out his name, but he completely ignored them, marching straight through the front door. They watched him go in bewilderment. Where on earth was he going so early in the morning? "Haj Aisha," Hajiya sighed, turning to her guest. "It seems you still don't truly understand who Nasir is, nor do you comprehend what Nasrin means to him. That is why you speak this way. Let me tell you, this early morning exit you just witnessed has only one destination: Nasrin's family home. He is going there solely to be with her." "But Hajiya, isn't it too early to barge into their home?" Haj Aisha asked. "To him, that family is his own. They have never shown him a single shred of discrimination or alienation, no matter how small. That is why he regards them as his true parents. He draws no line between them and the mother who gave birth to him." Hajiya then went on to recount the entire crisis to Haj Aisha. "Subhanalillah! But Hajiya, why on earth did you do such a thing?" Haj Aisha scolded. "Did you not realize that forcing this separation is a grievous mistake? Look at how deeply these children love each other! Wallahi, they are capable of pushing themselves to absolute destruction just to find happiness with one another!" "Hajiya, do you even understand what true love is? Are you blind to the psychological damage caused by tearing lovers apart? Especially a love like Nasir and Nasrin's—they are inseparable, whether at the office or at home. Did you not think about the devastating blowback of your actions? Why didn't you seek anyone's counsel before doing this? I am absolutely certain that if Yaya Fatima finds out about this, she will be deeply furious with you, even though you claim you did it for her sake!" "I know for a fact that Yaya Fatima wants nothing but the happiness of Nasir and Nasrin, which you have completely shattered. Furthermore, wallahi, you need to realize you are facing an uphill battle regarding the marriage between Nasir and Nadiya. The toxic resistance started just yesterday, and I guarantee it will repeat itself today. This situation is bringing misery to everyone involved. Honestly, you made a catastrophic mistake by blocking Nasir from marrying Nasrin. May Allah correct this, Amin." "Oh, Haj Aisha, I don't know what to do anymore," Hajiya wept in regret. "I just didn't want my older sister to think I value my own son's happiness over her daughter's. That was the sole reason I forced this arrangement. But now, it is tearing me apart inside, and I am completely at a loss." "Hajiya, that is absolutely no excuse. If you had sat down and explained things to her reasonably, she would have understood and given you her blessings. But you've already made your bed. May Allah rectify our affairs and guide us to what is right, Amin." Meanwhile, Nasir got into his car and had his driver take him to Nasrin's house, as his battered body was in no condition to drive. Upon arrival, he dismissed the driver, who drove off. Nasir approached the front door and found it locked. He began knocking urgently. Umma, who was working in the kitchen, heard the knocking and thought to herself: "Who could that be so early? It must be Na'em." She walked to the front door and pulled it open without asking who it was, never expecting Nasir to appear. She came face to face with Nasir. In a sharp, stunned tone, she blurted out his name: "Nasir?!" "Yes, Umma. Are you surprised to see me? Is this not my home anymore? Or have you also cast me out from this family? Tell me, are we no longer of the same blood?" he asked, his voice trembling on the verge of tears. Umma drew a sharp breath and let out a deep sigh, her heart aching with pity. "Of course, what you say is true, my son. There is absolutely no reason for us to distance ourselves from you. Please, come inside." "Thank you, Umma. I appreciate it." "This is your home, there is no need to thank me." They went inside and sat down. After exchanging greetings, Umma asked how his body was feeling. "Alhamdulillah, it is much better." "May Allah grant you complete healing, Amin. But Nasir..." "Is Nasrin inside? Can I see her?" "Oh Nasir, how could I ever stop you from seeing your little sister? Let me go and inform her." Umma stood up and walked into Nasrin's room. She found her lying down, completely awake but staring blankly. Umma walked over, sat at the edge of the bed, and gently pulled Nasrin's head onto her lap. "Nasrin, you haven't slept a wink since yesterday, have you?" Silence. Nasrin didn't say a word. "Listen, Nasrin... for Allah's sake, please be patient. Let peace enter your heart, and everything will become easier for you. I cannot bear to see you waste away like this, my daughter. Your happiness means everything to me." "Nasrin, Nasir is here. He is sitting out in the parlor and desperately wants to see you. Will you go out to meet him, or should I tell him to come in here?" Still, Nasrin remained completely unresponsive. "Nasrin, for Allah's sake, talk to me, please." Seeing that the silence was unyielding, Umma stood up to leave. Just as she reached the door, Nasrin finally called out to her: "Umma... when you go out, tell him that I am fast asleep. Tell him I cannot come out to see him." "But Nasrin..." "No, Umma. Just tell him exactly that." "Alright then." Umma walked out and informed Nasir that she was asleep. Nasir let out a heavy, painful sigh. "Wow... My little sister. Has my sin grown so massive that she must punish me with her absence? She is punishing me because she knows I was overpowered by circumstances and had no choice. But it's alright. I will never blame her. If I were in her shoes, I would do the exact same thing. It doesn't matter; I will sit right here in this parlor and wait for her until Allah wakes her up—even if it means I sit here until my very last breath." He spoke with an intense depth of sorrow and exhaustion. Umma stared at him, her heart completely breaking with pity for the young man. She returned to the kitchen to finish her chores, while Nasir lay down across the sofa. A while later, Abba walked out of his room, emerging at the exact same time as Najib. Both stopped dead in their tracks, staring at Nasir in utter shock. Blurted out in unison, they exclaimed, "Nasir?! You're here?!" "Yes, Abba, it's me. But Abba, why is everyone so shocked to see me in my father's house? Is this not my home? Or have you all excised me from this family line? Please tell me," he muttered, his voice cracking with emotion. Abba, deeply moved by compassion, replied, "What you say is the absolute truth, my son. May Allah bless you, Amin." As they stood there, Na'em walked in and greeted everyone. Nabeela also arrived and went straight into the kitchen to help Umma. After a short while, the family began setting the table for breakfast, but Nasir made no attempt to move from the sofa. "Nasir," Abba called out gently. "Come over and join us for breakfast." "No, Abba. You all go ahead. I am sitting right here, and I am waiting only for the arrival of my little sister." "I understand that, Nasir. But you need to eat your breakfast, do not neglect your health." "Abba, I will only eat breakfast with my little sister when she comes out." "Alright then, as you wish, my son. Thank you." The family went to eat. Seeing that a significant amount of time had passed with no sign of Nasrin, Nasir approached Abba for permission to go directly into her room. "Go ahead, Nasir, you may go in." At that exact moment, Najib felt his heart violently twist with agonizing jealousy. He forced himself to sit still as the family watched Nasir walk down the hallway, shaking their heads in sorrow. Nasir pushed the door open and found her sitting quietly on the bed. Their eyes locked instantly. Slowly and deliberately, he walked until he reached her side and sat down. "Nasrin, why are you hiding in here when you know I've been sitting out in the parlor waiting for you? I know for a fact that you weren't sleeping when I arrived—sleep has no place in those eyes of yours." "My little sister, are you truly furious with me? For Allah's sake, tell me. I have been pleading with you since yesterday, but you refuse to utter a single word to me. Why? Tell me, I am listening." Silence. She refused to answer. Instead, she moved to get up, but he instantly intercepted her, locking her hand in his. "Where are you going, Nasrin? Are you really going to just walk away and leave me here? Talk to me!" Still, she maintained her absolute silence. She simply reached down with her free hand and firmly pried his fingers off her wrist, releasing her grip. He stared at her, deeply stunned, as such cold detachment had never occurred between them in their entire lives. She walked over to her drawer, pulled out a small first aid kit, returned to the bed, and sat down. She opened it and silently began cleaning and dressing his raw wounds. He stared at her face, completely silent. When she finished, she stood up and left the room, returning moments later carrying a plate of food and a cup of milk. She sat next to him and began feeding him by hand. He managed a few small bites before pushing the food away. She then held the cup of warm milk to his lips; he took a few sips and leaned back. She pulled out his prescription medication and administered it. Throughout the entire process, he did nothing but stare at her, deeply pained that she still had not spoken a single word to him. "Ah... my little sister. Wallahi, I love you so deeply," he whispered. He gently caressed her face, pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, and whispered, "Thanks." He leaned over and rested his heavy head on her lap. Within minutes, the heavy sedatives took over, and he drifted into a deep sleep. Left alone with him, she stared down at his sleeping face, feeling a profound, aching tenderness echo through every nerve of her body. She quietly reached into the kit, cleaned her own bruised and scraped skin, drank a bit of milk, and took her own pain medication. Before long, physical exhaustion caught up with her, and she too fell fast asleep beside him. A while later, Abba looked toward the hallway. Noting how long they had been inside, Umma asked Nabeela to go check on them. Nabeela nodded, walked down the hall, and gently cracked the bedroom door open. She found Nasrin propped up against the headboard, with Nasir fast asleep, his head resting peacefully on her lap. Nabeela let out a soft sigh, shaking her head as a wave of intense pity and sorrow filled her chest. She quietly closed the door, returned to the kitchen, and informed Umma: "Nasir is fast asleep, and Nasrin is resting while tending to his wounds." "Oh, may Allah rectify everything," Umma sighed. Everyone answered, "Amin." A long time passed while the two remained asleep. Nasir was the first to stir, and his movement gently woke Nasrin. He opened his eyes and looked at her with an intense gaze completely filled with love. "Good morning... and thank you for everything, my little sister. I am so grateful." Even then, she did not offer a verbal response. She quietly stood up, took him by the hand, and led him out into the parlor. Nasir ended up spending the entire day at her family house, surrounded by their warmth. Yet, throughout the entire day, Nasrin steadfastly refused to speak a single word to him until the moment he finally had to leave. This cold silence deeply scorched his heart and soul with agonizing pain—an emotional devastation that Nasrin herself clearly noticed and felt in her own heart.
2. Summary of the Story
This emotional and highly dramatic continuation from Fauziyya Usman Kogo’s novel Burin Iyayenmu Shi Ne Namu deepens the psychological trauma of the star-crossed lovers, Nasir and Nasrin.
The Psychological Breakdown: Following the intense family confrontation where his mother (Hajiya) demanded he marry Nadiya, Nasir suffers a severe psychotic break. He hallucinates seeing a bleeding Nasrin crying for help. In a fit of helpless rage and madness, he smashes his head against a bango (wall), triggering a physical relapse/convulsion.
The Rescue: Nasir’s friend Nazir calls Nasrin's house out of desperation. Despite her own deep depression and physical injuries (sustained when Hajiya kicked her out), Nasrin rushes to Nasir's side. She violently subdues his thrashing, spraining her ankle in the process, and successfully injects him with a sedative.
The Confrontation with Nadiya: While holding a sedated Nasir, Nasrin fiercely confronts Nadiya, who attempts to touch him. In a searing, protective monologue, Nasrin denounces Nadiya and the onlookers as "animals" lacking empathy, declaring Nadiya entirely unworthy of Nasir because she would never sacrifice her own happiness or life for him.
The Silent Punishment: Nasrin drives Nasir back to his house, ignoring Hajiya's attempts to thank her. She returns home to have her own wounds dressed by Nabeela. The next morning, a bruised and aching Nasir sneaks out of his mother's house to find Nasrin at her family home.
The Climax of the Segment: Nasir waits all morning in the parlor of Umma and Abba. When allowed into Nasrin’s room, she treats his wounds, feeds him, and allows him to sleep on her lap. However, she inflicts a devastating emotional punishment on him: absolute, unbreakable silence. Despite his begging and declarations of love, she does not speak a single word to him the entire day, leaving him utterly heartbroken as he leaves.
3. Character and Setting Description
Characters
Nasir (Yaya Nas): Displays severe psychological vulnerability. His love for Nasrin is borderline consuming; losing her drives him to self-mutilation and hallucinatory psychosis. Despite his deep physical soreness, his primary torment is emotional guilt, begging for Nasrin's forgiveness on his knees.
Nasrin: Evolves into a fiercely protective, stoic figure. She possesses incredible physical and mental resilience—overpowering a crashing Nasir despite a sprained ankle. Her confrontation with Nadiya reveals a sharp, unforgiving tongue. She employs tactical silence as both a shield for her broken heart and a weapon of protest against their circumstances.
Nazir: Nasir's close friend/colleague who witnesses Nasir’s mental breakdown. He acts as the bridge of crisis communication, bypassing barriers to reach Nasrin via Umma.
Umma & Abba: The ideal, empathetic parental figures. They welcome Nasir with open arms, validate his status as a son of the house ("Is this not my home?"), and allow the lovers private space to heal, contrasting sharply with Hajiya's harshness.
Nadiya: Portrayed as weak, passive, and socially pressured. She can only offer a superficial "Sannu da aiki" (Sorry about the work) during a medical crisis. She is thoroughly intimidated and silenced by Nasrin's raw fury.
Hajiya: Experiences a wave of intense regret. Her conversation with Haj Aisha reveals her deep insecurity about family standing ("I didn't want my older sister to think I value my own son's happiness over her daughter's"). She realizes she has compromised her son's sanity for social appearances.
Najib: Suffers silently in the background, burning with intense, helpless jealousy as he watches Nasir go into Nasrin's bedroom with parental blessing.
Setting
The Scene of Nasir’s Breakdown: A chaotic, public or semi-public space where onlookers stand frozen in horror, emphasizing Nasir's isolation despite being surrounded by people.
Nasrin's Bedroom: Transitions from a dark cell of depression into an intimate, silent sanctuary of healing. It serves as a domestic medical bay where wounds are dressed, food is shared by hand, and the two find temporary, sedated peace away from parental engineering.
Hajiya's Parlor: A space of morning regret and critical intervention, where Haj Aisha acts as the moral compass, forcing Hajiya to confront the reality of her cultural mistakes.
4. Analytics and Literary Evaluation
The Symbolism of Wounds and Mutual Healing
A brilliant literary device in this segment is the mirroring of physical trauma. Both Nasir and Nasrin are visibly battered, bruised, and bleeding from the ongoing fallout of their forbidden choice. When Nasrin sits silently dressing Nasir's wounds, and later when she treats her own skin with the same kit, the author presents a powerful visual metaphor: they are both breaking under the weight of external forces, and they are the only ones capable of piecing each other back together. The act of nursing becomes their silent language of love.
The Power of Silence (Shiru) as Subversion
In traditional Hausa society and literature, a young woman's silence (Shiru) is traditionally interpreted as submission, modesty, or shyness (Kunya). However, the author completely flips this trope on its head:
Nasrin’s silence toward Nasir is an active, agonizing punishment and protest.
She does not reject him, nor does she stop loving him (she feeds him, nurses him, and kisses his forehead while he sleeps), but she deprives him of her voice.
This creates an intense psychological tension; Nasir notes that her silence "completely scorched his heart and soul." It proves that even when physically separated or structurally controlled by parents, she maintains absolute control over her emotional real estate.
Generational Dialogue and Critique of Auren Zumunci
The dialogue between Hajiya and Haj Aisha serves as an explicit editorial critique by the author against the darker sides of forced or highly pressured family marriages (Auren Zumunci). Haj Aisha acts as the voice of modern reason within the text, dismantling Hajiya's defense of cultural compliance:
"Soyayya irin ta Nasir da Nasrin... baki naimi shawarar ko'wa ba kafin ki'aikata hakan... gaskiya kin'aikata bab'ban kus'kure." (A love like Nasir and Nasrin's... you didn't seek anyone's counsel before doing this... honestly, you made a catastrophic mistake).
Through this dialogue, the novel warns its readers of the severe psychiatric and familial ruin that occurs when parents treat their adult children's hearts as bargaining chips for sibling diplomacy.
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Panic-stricken and raising his voice, he cried out, "No! Nasrin, for Allah’s sake, stop!" He suddenly bolted upright and rushed toward her. Nazir held him back, repeatedly calling out his name.
"Nasir, are you out of your mind? Nazir, why on earth are you questioning me when you can see exactly what is happening right in front of you? Look! Why ask when Nasrin is lying right there drenched in blood? We need to save her first, and if you want, we can have this discussion later!" Nasir yelled in utter delusion.
"Nasir, you said Nasrin? Where is she?" Nazir asked, completely bewildered.
"Nazir, are you blind, or can't you see Nasrin right here in front of us?! And yet you dare ask me where she is? For Allah's sake, let go of me! If you won't help her, let me go, I say!" Nasir bellowed at the top of his lungs, drawing the undivided attention of everyone around them.
Nazir released him, realizing at that moment that Nasir had completely lost his grip on reality and was hallucinating. Nasir rushed toward the spot where he believed he saw Nasrin, but as he reached it, she seemed to shift to another location, weeping and crying out to him for help. He desperately wanted to save her, but he was trapped in a labyrinth of his own mind.
He paced around frantically, continuously calling her name: "My little sister! How can I help you when I can't even reach you?" This agonizing psychological loop completely shattered his mental stability.
Consumed by deep anguish, heartbreak, and pure rage, he began violently smashing his head against the wall. This severe self-inflicted trauma triggered a massive relapse of his underlying medical condition, causing him to collapse. He thrashed and convulsed wildly across the floor, yet none of the onlookers possessed the courage or strength to step forward and restrain him.
Indeed, he was a truly pitiable sight; some among the crowd burst into tears just witnessing his horrific state. Nazir immediately dialed Nasrin's line, who was back home, drowning in the silent misery of losing the one she loved. Seeing that he had been ringing her line for a long time without an answer, Nazir redirected the call to Umma.
Umma answered the call, and after exchanging brief pleasantries, Nazir anxiously asked about Nasrin. "Umma, for Allah's sake, where is Nasrin?"
"She is right here. What happened?"
"I desperately need you to put her on the phone. There is something critical I need to tell her. I tried her line but she didn't pick up."
"Alright, let me take the phone to her room." Umma stood up and walked down the hallway.
She found Nasrin in a deeply depressing, uncommunicative state. Sitting beside her out of pure sympathy, she called her name. "Nasrin, Nazir is on the line and wants to talk to you. He called your phone but you didn't answer."
Silence. Nasrin didn't even cast a glance at her, let alone offer a response. Nazir, listening intently over the line, spoke up: "Umma, I know that in Nasrin's current emotional state, she might not be able to talk. All I need you to do is put the phone on speaker."
"Alright, it's on speaker now. If you speak, she will hear you."
"Can you say whatever it is now? She can hear you."
"Thank you, Umma. Nasrin... I know you are in immense pain right now. But despite that, I am calling you to perform a life-saving rescue. Nasrin, I don't mean you need to come to the hospital; I mean you need to save your brother. I am talking about Nasir. He is in a severe psychological and physical state that is far more dangerous than what you are suffering through."
"Nasrin, if you listen closely, you can probably hear him screaming from here. He has brutally mutilated his own body and sustained multiple severe injuries. Nasrin, wallahi, in all my life, I have never seen Nasir in such a horrific crisis as today. To make matters worse, we are completely powerless to help him; we are all just standing here, frozen, watching him unravel."
"Nasrin, if you have any strength left, for Allah's sake, come to him. Nasrin, please say something to me. Will you come or not? Nasrin, for Allah's sake, answer me, do you hear me? Nasrin, why are you keeping silent? For Allah's sake, talk to me!" But how could she possibly answer him?
A short while later, Nasrin was already on her way to the location to see the state Nasir was in. Umma was the only one who witnessed her frantic departure from the parlor. Seeing her rush out in such a manic state, Umma went back to the room where Nazir was still pleading over the phone for Nasrin to answer.
Umma interrupted and asked Nazir what exactly was going on. He explained the gravity of the situation. "Subhanalillah! Nasrin left the house a while ago. You should see her arrive any moment from now, Insha Allah." They said their goodbyes and hung up. Umma shook her head in deep sorrow, reciting: "Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un (To Allah we belong and to Him we shall return). May Allah bring us relief, Amin."
It wasn't long before Nasrin arrived. She found him behaving wildly, looking entirely like someone who had suffered a sudden psychological breakdown. She burst into an agonizing, pitiable weep. Rushing to his side, she desperately tried to administer an emergency sedative injection. However, Nasir blindly lashed out, violently shoving her away.
She fell hard but immediately picked herself up and tried again. Once more, fortune failed her; he pushed her away so brutally that she sprained her ankle. Ignoring the searing pain, she crawled right back to him. After an intense, exhausting struggle, she finally managed to overpower his thrashing and successfully administered the injection.
The moment the sedative entered his system, his frantic pacing ceased, and his entire body went limp as the crisis abated. As he began to slump to the ground, she pulled him into her embrace, sitting on the floor and resting his head gently on her lap like a pillow. She gazed down at his face with boundless sympathy—feeling his agony far more acutely than her own injuries. She leaned down, kissed him, and whispered, "I love you, Yaya Nas. Wallahi, I love you so much. May Allah grant you healing, Amin."
She then began treating his bleeding wounds. The onlookers stood in absolute silence, watching her with deep awe and astonishment written all over their faces.
It was only at this moment that Nadiya finally managed to walk over. She sat down near Nasrin and muttered a quiet, "Sorry about all this work." Nasrin ignored her entirely, focusing solely on her medical task. When Nadiya reached her hand out to touch Nasir, Nasrin instantly intercepted her, locking her wrist in a tight, furious grip. Without even looking Nadiya in the eye, she spoke in a voice dripping with rage:
"Wallahi, don't you dare make the mistake of touching him while he is lying in my embrace. If you dare try to touch him, wallahi, you will suffer a consequence you will never forget for the rest of your life! There is absolutely nothing that will stop me from breaking you in a way you will regret forever. Look at you, Nadiya. Wallahi, you are completely unworthy of being Yaya Nas's wife. You are utterly incapable of giving him the care and devotion he deserves. Furthermore, I am absolutely certain you would never sacrifice your own happiness for his sake, let alone lay down your life for him!"
"Are you people even human, or are you animals?! Your lack of empathy is horrifying! How can you stand by and watch a human being on the verge of losing his mind and life, and not a single one of you makes an effort to save him? Nadiya, wallahi, your tears and your weeping are completely hollow and in vain. They won't stop my brother from suffering. Nadiya, wallahi, you must know that it brings me deep sorrow that you are destined to be Yaya Nas's wife—not because I am desperate to have him as my husband, or because I am bitter about losing him, no!"
"But simply because you do not possess a single shred of compassion for him! There is no empathy in your heart or soul for him. How do you expect to build a life together like that? Nadiya, hear me well: Wallahi tallahi, I will never forgive you if anything tragic happens to Yaya Nas because of you! So watch yourself around me. Right now, I cannot stand your presence near me. Get up and get out of my sight so I can do what needs to be done!"
Filled with bitter humiliation, Nadiya stood up and walked away in tears. Nasrin went back to dressing Nasir’s wounds. In the middle of her work, Nasir slowly began to regain consciousness, murmuring her name in a trembling voice: "My little sister... when did you get here?"
Silence. She didn't answer, continuing her treatment. Nasir looked down and noticed her body was badly bruised, with some areas oozing blood. Gritting his teeth through the pain, he pushed against her shoulder to sit up. Overwhelmed by sorrow and guilt, he brought his hands together in a pleading gesture.
"Forgive me, Nasrin. For Allah's sake, please do not be angry with me or hold a grudge against me. Your anger will deeply destroy my heart—it will destroy my entire life."
Still, she remained completely silent, focusing entirely on her work. He gently lifted her downcast face. "Please, my little sister... please, Nasrin, for Allah's sake, forgive me and say something to me. Anything, no matter how small, please." Even then, she couldn't bring herself to utter a word to him. Instead, she prepared another needle and administered an intravenous sedative. His body immediately went limp, collapsing back into her lap, and within moments, he drifted into a peaceful, deep sleep.
With the help of Nazir, they carried him out, put him into the car, and she drove him all the way back to his house. She personally laid him down on his bed and tucked him in with the tender care one would show a younger sibling or a child. As she turned to leave, Hajiya stepped forward to stop her and thank her. However, Nasrin refused to linger; she walked past her and left. They watched her walk away, their hearts filled with profound pity and respect for her resilience.
Nasrin went straight back home, heading directly to Na'em's wing of the house, and banged heavily on the door. Na'em came to the door and asked who it was. "Yaya Na'em, it's Nasrin." He opened it immediately and looked at her in shock. "Are you alright? Nasrin, what on earth happened to you? Where are you coming from? Look at how battered you are! Tell me, where have you been?"
"I am coming from Yaya Nas's place. Please call Nabeela to tend to my bleeding wounds." Without a single argument, he rushed to fetch Nabeela, who carefully cleaned and dressed her injuries. Once she was finished, Nasrin silently stood up and walked away to her room, leaving them staring after her with hearts heavy with pity.
Around 06:40 am, Nasir woke up. He lay still in bed, his entire body wracked with deep soreness and pain. Suddenly, the horrific memories of the previous day flooded his mind. He instantly blurted out Nasrin's name, thinking to himself: "I absolutely must see Nasrin today to know what state she is in." With agonizing effort, he managed to move his aching body, stood up, went to the bathroom, performed his ablutions, and prayed.
After completing his post-prayer supplications, he walked out. Even though it was very early in the morning, he found Hajiya sitting in the parlor, as he had spent the night in her wing of the house instead of his private quarters. They called out his name, but he completely ignored them, marching straight through the front door. They watched him go in bewilderment. Where on earth was he going so early in the morning?
"Haj Aisha," Hajiya sighed, turning to her guest. "It seems you still don't truly understand who Nasir is, nor do you comprehend what Nasrin means to him. That is why you speak this way. Let me tell you, this early morning exit you just witnessed has only one destination: Nasrin's family home. He is going there solely to be with her."
"But Hajiya, isn't it too early to barge into their home?" Haj Aisha asked.
"To him, that family is his own. They have never shown him a single shred of discrimination or alienation, no matter how small. That is why he regards them as his true parents. He draws no line between them and the mother who gave birth to him." Hajiya then went on to recount the entire crisis to Haj Aisha.
"Subhanalillah! But Hajiya, why on earth did you do such a thing?" Haj Aisha scolded. "Did you not realize that forcing this separation is a grievous mistake? Look at how deeply these children love each other! Wallahi, they are capable of pushing themselves to absolute destruction just to find happiness with one another!"
"Hajiya, do you even understand what true love is? Are you blind to the psychological damage caused by tearing lovers apart? Especially a love like Nasir and Nasrin's—they are inseparable, whether at the office or at home. Did you not think about the devastating blowback of your actions? Why didn't you seek anyone's counsel before doing this? I am absolutely certain that if Yaya Fatima finds out about this, she will be deeply furious with you, even though you claim you did it for her sake!"
"I know for a fact that Yaya Fatima wants nothing but the happiness of Nasir and Nasrin, which you have completely shattered. Furthermore, wallahi, you need to realize you are facing an uphill battle regarding the marriage between Nasir and Nadiya. The toxic resistance started just yesterday, and I guarantee it will repeat itself today. This situation is bringing misery to everyone involved. Honestly, you made a catastrophic mistake by blocking Nasir from marrying Nasrin. May Allah correct this, Amin."
"Oh, Haj Aisha, I don't know what to do anymore," Hajiya wept in regret. "I just didn't want my older sister to think I value my own son's happiness over her daughter's. That was the sole reason I forced this arrangement. But now, it is tearing me apart inside, and I am completely at a loss."
"Hajiya, that is absolutely no excuse. If you had sat down and explained things to her reasonably, she would have understood and given you her blessings. But you've already made your bed. May Allah rectify our affairs and guide us to what is right, Amin."
Meanwhile, Nasir got into his car and had his driver take him to Nasrin's house, as his battered body was in no condition to drive. Upon arrival, he dismissed the driver, who drove off. Nasir approached the front door and found it locked. He began knocking urgently. Umma, who was working in the kitchen, heard the knocking and thought to herself: "Who could that be so early? It must be Na'em." She walked to the front door and pulled it open without asking who it was, never expecting Nasir to appear.
She came face to face with Nasir. In a sharp, stunned tone, she blurted out his name: "Nasir?!"
"Yes, Umma. Are you surprised to see me? Is this not my home anymore? Or have you also cast me out from this family? Tell me, are we no longer of the same blood?" he asked, his voice trembling on the verge of tears.
Umma drew a sharp breath and let out a deep sigh, her heart aching with pity. "Of course, what you say is true, my son. There is absolutely no reason for us to distance ourselves from you. Please, come inside."
"Thank you, Umma. I appreciate it."
"This is your home, there is no need to thank me." They went inside and sat down. After exchanging greetings, Umma asked how his body was feeling. "Alhamdulillah, it is much better."
"May Allah grant you complete healing, Amin. But Nasir..."
"Is Nasrin inside? Can I see her?"
"Oh Nasir, how could I ever stop you from seeing your little sister? Let me go and inform her." Umma stood up and walked into Nasrin's room. She found her lying down, completely awake but staring blankly. Umma walked over, sat at the edge of the bed, and gently pulled Nasrin's head onto her lap.
"Nasrin, you haven't slept a wink since yesterday, have you?" Silence. Nasrin didn't say a word. "Listen, Nasrin... for Allah's sake, please be patient. Let peace enter your heart, and everything will become easier for you. I cannot bear to see you waste away like this, my daughter. Your happiness means everything to me."
"Nasrin, Nasir is here. He is sitting out in the parlor and desperately wants to see you. Will you go out to meet him, or should I tell him to come in here?" Still, Nasrin remained completely unresponsive. "Nasrin, for Allah's sake, talk to me, please."
Seeing that the silence was unyielding, Umma stood up to leave. Just as she reached the door, Nasrin finally called out to her: "Umma... when you go out, tell him that I am fast asleep. Tell him I cannot come out to see him."
"But Nasrin..."
"No, Umma. Just tell him exactly that."
"Alright then." Umma walked out and informed Nasir that she was asleep.
Nasir let out a heavy, painful sigh. "Wow... My little sister. Has my sin grown so massive that she must punish me with her absence? She is punishing me because she knows I was overpowered by circumstances and had no choice. But it's alright. I will never blame her. If I were in her shoes, I would do the exact same thing. It doesn't matter; I will sit right here in this parlor and wait for her until Allah wakes her up—even if it means I sit here until my very last breath." He spoke with an intense depth of sorrow and exhaustion.
Umma stared at him, her heart completely breaking with pity for the young man.
She returned to the kitchen to finish her chores, while Nasir lay down across the sofa. A while later, Abba walked out of his room, emerging at the exact same time as Najib. Both stopped dead in their tracks, staring at Nasir in utter shock. Blurted out in unison, they exclaimed, "Nasir?! You're here?!"
"Yes, Abba, it's me. But Abba, why is everyone so shocked to see me in my father's house? Is this not my home? Or have you all excised me from this family line? Please tell me," he muttered, his voice cracking with emotion.
Abba, deeply moved by compassion, replied, "What you say is the absolute truth, my son. May Allah bless you, Amin."
As they stood there, Na'em walked in and greeted everyone. Nabeela also arrived and went straight into the kitchen to help Umma. After a short while, the family began setting the table for breakfast, but Nasir made no attempt to move from the sofa.
"Nasir," Abba called out gently. "Come over and join us for breakfast."
"No, Abba. You all go ahead. I am sitting right here, and I am waiting only for the arrival of my little sister."
"I understand that, Nasir. But you need to eat your breakfast, do not neglect your health."
"Abba, I will only eat breakfast with my little sister when she comes out."
"Alright then, as you wish, my son. Thank you." The family went to eat.
Seeing that a significant amount of time had passed with no sign of Nasrin, Nasir approached Abba for permission to go directly into her room. "Go ahead, Nasir, you may go in."
At that exact moment, Najib felt his heart violently twist with agonizing jealousy. He forced himself to sit still as the family watched Nasir walk down the hallway, shaking their heads in sorrow. Nasir pushed the door open and found her sitting quietly on the bed. Their eyes locked instantly. Slowly and deliberately, he walked until he reached her side and sat down.
"Nasrin, why are you hiding in here when you know I've been sitting out in the parlor waiting for you? I know for a fact that you weren't sleeping when I arrived—sleep has no place in those eyes of yours."
"My little sister, are you truly furious with me? For Allah's sake, tell me. I have been pleading with you since yesterday, but you refuse to utter a single word to me. Why? Tell me, I am listening." Silence. She refused to answer. Instead, she moved to get up, but he instantly intercepted her, locking her hand in his. "Where are you going, Nasrin? Are you really going to just walk away and leave me here? Talk to me!"
Still, she maintained her absolute silence. She simply reached down with her free hand and firmly pried his fingers off her wrist, releasing her grip. He stared at her, deeply stunned, as such cold detachment had never occurred between them in their entire lives. She walked over to her drawer, pulled out a small first aid kit, returned to the bed, and sat down. She opened it and silently began cleaning and dressing his raw wounds. He stared at her face, completely silent. When she finished, she stood up and left the room, returning moments later carrying a plate of food and a cup of milk.
She sat next to him and began feeding him by hand. He managed a few small bites before pushing the food away. She then held the cup of warm milk to his lips; he took a few sips and leaned back. She pulled out his prescription medication and administered it. Throughout the entire process, he did nothing but stare at her, deeply pained that she still had not spoken a single word to him.
"Ah... my little sister. Wallahi, I love you so deeply," he whispered. He gently caressed her face, pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, and whispered, "Thanks." He leaned over and rested his heavy head on her lap. Within minutes, the heavy sedatives took over, and he drifted into a deep sleep.
Left alone with him, she stared down at his sleeping face, feeling a profound, aching tenderness echo through every nerve of her body. She quietly reached into the kit, cleaned her own bruised and scraped skin, drank a bit of milk, and took her own pain medication. Before long, physical exhaustion caught up with her, and she too fell fast asleep beside him.
A while later, Abba looked toward the hallway. Noting how long they had been inside, Umma asked Nabeela to go check on them. Nabeela nodded, walked down the hall, and gently cracked the bedroom door open.
She found Nasrin propped up against the headboard, with Nasir fast asleep, his head resting peacefully on her lap. Nabeela let out a soft sigh, shaking her head as a wave of intense pity and sorrow filled her chest. She quietly closed the door, returned to the kitchen, and informed Umma: "Nasir is fast asleep, and Nasrin is resting while tending to his wounds."
"Oh, may Allah rectify everything," Umma sighed. Everyone answered, "Amin."
A long time passed while the two remained asleep. Nasir was the first to stir, and his movement gently woke Nasrin. He opened his eyes and looked at her with an intense gaze completely filled with love. "Good morning... and thank you for everything, my little sister. I am so grateful."
Even then, she did not offer a verbal response. She quietly stood up, took him by the hand, and led him out into the parlor. Nasir ended up spending the entire day at her family house, surrounded by their warmth.
Yet, throughout the entire day, Nasrin steadfastly refused to speak a single word to him until the moment he finally had to leave. This cold silence deeply scorched his heart and soul with agonizing pain—an emotional devastation that Nasrin herself clearly noticed and felt in her own heart.
2. Summary of the Story
This emotional and highly dramatic continuation from Fauziyya Usman Kogo’s novel Burin Iyayenmu Shi Ne Namu deepens the psychological trauma of the star-crossed lovers, Nasir and Nasrin.
The Climax of the Segment: Nasir waits all morning in the parlor of Umma and Abba. When allowed into Nasrin’s room, she treats his wounds, feeds him, and allows him to sleep on her lap. However, she inflicts a devastating emotional punishment on him: absolute, unbreakable silence. Despite his begging and declarations of love, she does not speak a single word to him the entire day, leaving him utterly heartbroken as he leaves.
3. Character and Setting Description
Characters
Najib: Suffers silently in the background, burning with intense, helpless jealousy as he watches Nasir go into Nasrin's bedroom with parental blessing.
Setting
Hajiya's Parlor: A space of morning regret and critical intervention, where Haj Aisha acts as the moral compass, forcing Hajiya to confront the reality of her cultural mistakes.
4. Analytics and Literary Evaluation
The Symbolism of Wounds and Mutual Healing
A brilliant literary device in this segment is the mirroring of physical trauma. Both Nasir and Nasrin are visibly battered, bruised, and bleeding from the ongoing fallout of their forbidden choice.
When Nasrin sits silently dressing Nasir's wounds, and later when she treats her own skin with the same kit, the author presents a powerful visual metaphor: they are both breaking under the weight of external forces, and they are the only ones capable of piecing each other back together. The act of nursing becomes their silent language of love.
The Power of Silence (Shiru) as Subversion
In traditional Hausa society and literature, a young woman's silence (Shiru) is traditionally interpreted as submission, modesty, or shyness (Kunya). However, the author completely flips this trope on its head:
This creates an intense psychological tension; Nasir notes that her silence "completely scorched his heart and soul." It proves that even when physically separated or structurally controlled by parents, she maintains absolute control over her emotional real estate.
Generational Dialogue and Critique of Auren Zumunci
The dialogue between Hajiya and Haj Aisha serves as an explicit editorial critique by the author against the darker sides of forced or highly pressured family marriages (Auren Zumunci). Haj Aisha acts as the voice of modern reason within the text, dismantling Hajiya's defense of cultural compliance:
Through this dialogue, the novel warns its readers of the severe psychiatric and familial ruin that occurs when parents treat their adult children's hearts as bargaining chips for sibling diplomacy.