Her driver parked the car, got out, walked around and opened the door for her. She stepped out and entered a magnificent mansion; from the look of the architecture, you could tell the design was copied from abroad.
At the entrance to the living room she greeted and went in. A woman was sitting regally on a chair, gorgeously dressed, legs crossed, chatting on her phone.
When she saw the girl enter, she ended the call with a smile and welcomed her warmly.
“Ah, Jawahir, Daddy’s daughter! You’re in town today? Or did you just sneak out?”
Jawahir smiled and knelt respectfully before her.
“Aunty, good afternoon.”
“I’m fine, Jawahir. But are you spending the night here? Since you don’t have school tomorrow.”
Jawahir laughed lightly.
“No, Aunty. I’m leaving. Daddy is coming back from Saudi Arabia today, and as soon as he lands he’ll ask about me first. I wouldn’t want him to return and not find me at home.”
Aunty smiled.
“Jawahir, you’re always glued to your father’s house like a gecko on the wall. Don’t you ever want to go anywhere? Maybe I should ask your mother if she’s the one stopping you.”
Jawahir smiled again.
“Wallahi (I swear), Aunty, Mommy isn’t stopping me. It’s Daddy. He doesn’t like me going out often.”
Just then someone greeted from outside. After the greeting was returned, he entered. He sat respectfully on the carpet and greeted Aunty. She responded warmly.
“Have you returned from the office already?” she asked.
“Yes, Aunty. I was feeling sleepy, so I came home to rest.”
She shook her head.
“Won’t you acknowledge the visitor?”
Only then did he look at her and say,
“Isn’t that Jawahir?”
“Oh, so you forgot?”
Jawahir bowed slightly.
“Good afternoon, Yaya Haidar.”
He answered politely.
“How is Daddy?”
“He’s out of the country. We’re expecting him back today.”
“May Allah bring him back safely,” he said, then stood up and went to his section of the house.
Jawahir stood too.
“Aunty, I’m leaving.”
“So soon?”
“Yes, Aunty. I’m eager to prepare for Daddy’s return.”
“Alright, greet him for me before I come tomorrow to welcome him.”
She left quickly. Her driver took the bags from her hands, placed them in the trunk, opened the car door, and drove her home.
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Jawahir’s Family
Alhaji Ibrahim is Jawahir’s father. He is a kind man, generous and beloved by many. He never despises the poor. He is pleasant to be around as long as you avoid what he dislikes—he hates disrespect and is firm in his decisions. Once he says “Yes” or “No,” no one can change his mind except his mother.
He has two siblings: Aisha (Aunty, Haidar’s mother) and Aminu. Their father (whom they called Baffa) passed away long ago. Their mother, Rahmatu (Inna), is alive—kind, patient, and deeply family-oriented. She especially loves Jawahir more than any of her other grandchildren.
Alhaji Ibrahim has one wife, Hajiya Hafsatu (Mommy). They have six children: five boys and one girl—Abba, Abdullahi, Nasir, Jawahir, Auwal, and Sani.
Jawahir is the only girl in the house, and everyone dotes on her—especially her father and brothers. Though pampered, she is not spoiled. She is obedient, modest, and reserved. She doesn’t talk much, except around her father, brothers, or mother.
She is beautiful, calm, intelligent, generous, and kind to the poor. Whenever she sees someone in need, she informs her father so he can help them. This quality makes her father love her even more.
---
Haidar’s Feelings
Haidar, however, finds her excessive pampering annoying. He feels she’s too spoiled and sometimes wishes to scold her.
Later, Jawahir finishes secondary school exams. Many young men show interest in her, but she ignores them—except Faruk. They begin as friends, then fall deeply in love.
---
The Marriage Proposal
Haidar’s father admires Jawahir’s character—her respectfulness and her beautiful recitation of the Qur’an. He decides to propose marriage between Haidar and Jawahir to strengthen family ties.
Alhaji Ibrahim agrees happily.
The next morning, he tells Jawahir:
“It’s time for your marriage. I will marry you off to fulfill Allah’s command.”
She clutches her chest in shock.
“But Daddy, I’m only seventeen!”
He replies,
“You’re old enough. Or do you have someone?”
Through tears she confesses about Faruk.
Her father gently but firmly refuses.
“I have already chosen a husband for you.”
She cries, begging to marry Faruk. But her father insists she obey him, promising she won’t regret it.
At Haidar’s house, when he is told about the arrangement, he is furious.
“What will I do with that immature girl? She just finished secondary school! I want a mature university graduate!”
But his parents insist.
Meanwhile, Jawahir is heartbroken and afraid. She fears Haidar dislikes her and might mistreat her.
Her father reassures her:
“He loves you. Nothing bad will happen. Obey us, and you’ll see the goodness in it.”
She leaves in tears, her heart heavy with fear and confusion.
A beautiful young girl of about seventeen.
Her driver parked the car, got out, walked around and opened the door for her. She stepped out and entered a magnificent mansion; from the look of the architecture, you could tell the design was copied from abroad.
At the entrance to the living room she greeted and went in. A woman was sitting regally on a chair, gorgeously dressed, legs crossed, chatting on her phone.
When she saw the girl enter, she ended the call with a smile and welcomed her warmly.
“Ah, Jawahir, Daddy’s daughter! You’re in town today? Or did you just sneak out?”
Jawahir smiled and knelt respectfully before her.
“Aunty, good afternoon.”
“I’m fine, Jawahir. But are you spending the night here? Since you don’t have school tomorrow.”
Jawahir laughed lightly.
“No, Aunty. I’m leaving. Daddy is coming back from Saudi Arabia today, and as soon as he lands he’ll ask about me first. I wouldn’t want him to return and not find me at home.”
Aunty smiled.
“Jawahir, you’re always glued to your father’s house like a gecko on the wall. Don’t you ever want to go anywhere? Maybe I should ask your mother if she’s the one stopping you.”
Jawahir smiled again.
“Wallahi (I swear), Aunty, Mommy isn’t stopping me. It’s Daddy. He doesn’t like me going out often.”
Just then someone greeted from outside. After the greeting was returned, he entered. He sat respectfully on the carpet and greeted Aunty. She responded warmly.
“Have you returned from the office already?” she asked.
“Yes, Aunty. I was feeling sleepy, so I came home to rest.”
She shook her head.
“Won’t you acknowledge the visitor?”
Only then did he look at her and say,
“Isn’t that Jawahir?”
“Oh, so you forgot?”
Jawahir bowed slightly.
“Good afternoon, Yaya Haidar.”
He answered politely.
“How is Daddy?”
“He’s out of the country. We’re expecting him back today.”
“May Allah bring him back safely,” he said, then stood up and went to his section of the house.
Jawahir stood too.
“Aunty, I’m leaving.”
“So soon?”
“Yes, Aunty. I’m eager to prepare for Daddy’s return.”
“Alright, greet him for me before I come tomorrow to welcome him.”
She left quickly. Her driver took the bags from her hands, placed them in the trunk, opened the car door, and drove her home.
---
Jawahir’s Family
Alhaji Ibrahim is Jawahir’s father. He is a kind man, generous and beloved by many. He never despises the poor. He is pleasant to be around as long as you avoid what he dislikes—he hates disrespect and is firm in his decisions. Once he says “Yes” or “No,” no one can change his mind except his mother.
He has two siblings: Aisha (Aunty, Haidar’s mother) and Aminu. Their father (whom they called Baffa) passed away long ago. Their mother, Rahmatu (Inna), is alive—kind, patient, and deeply family-oriented. She especially loves Jawahir more than any of her other grandchildren.
Alhaji Ibrahim has one wife, Hajiya Hafsatu (Mommy). They have six children: five boys and one girl—Abba, Abdullahi, Nasir, Jawahir, Auwal, and Sani.
Jawahir is the only girl in the house, and everyone dotes on her—especially her father and brothers. Though pampered, she is not spoiled. She is obedient, modest, and reserved. She doesn’t talk much, except around her father, brothers, or mother.
She is beautiful, calm, intelligent, generous, and kind to the poor. Whenever she sees someone in need, she informs her father so he can help them. This quality makes her father love her even more.
---
Haidar’s Feelings
Haidar, however, finds her excessive pampering annoying. He feels she’s too spoiled and sometimes wishes to scold her.
Later, Jawahir finishes secondary school exams. Many young men show interest in her, but she ignores them—except Faruk. They begin as friends, then fall deeply in love.
---
The Marriage Proposal
Haidar’s father admires Jawahir’s character—her respectfulness and her beautiful recitation of the Qur’an. He decides to propose marriage between Haidar and Jawahir to strengthen family ties.
Alhaji Ibrahim agrees happily.
The next morning, he tells Jawahir:
“It’s time for your marriage. I will marry you off to fulfill Allah’s command.”
She clutches her chest in shock.
“But Daddy, I’m only seventeen!”
He replies,
“You’re old enough. Or do you have someone?”
Through tears she confesses about Faruk.
Her father gently but firmly refuses.
“I have already chosen a husband for you.”
She cries, begging to marry Faruk. But her father insists she obey him, promising she won’t regret it.
At Haidar’s house, when he is told about the arrangement, he is furious.
“What will I do with that immature girl? She just finished secondary school! I want a mature university graduate!”
But his parents insist.
Meanwhile, Jawahir is heartbroken and afraid. She fears Haidar dislikes her and might mistreat her.
Her father reassures her:
“He loves you. Nothing bad will happen. Obey us, and you’ll see the goodness in it.”
She leaves in tears, her heart heavy with fear and confusion.