“I thought you were the one who said you had never seen a man who had done anything special for you like I have — and that you had never seen beauty like mine. In fact, you even said there was no one uglier than me in this world.”
They all burst into laughter. She replied,
“You know when you tell a blind person about beauty, they say it smells bad since they know they can’t have it. Ah, my Usman is handsome, classy, respectable, stylish — a real gentleman.”
Fatiti felt a sharp stab of jealousy tighten her throat. She almost rushed to the door ready to knock in anger and humiliation, but she remembered that if she acted violently they would recognize her and refuse to open. So she knocked calmly and gently.
Mufidah asked, “Who is it?”
Fatiti disguised her voice to sound like a man and replied, “It’s me.”
Patient called out in English and said they should open the door because they had a visitor. Meanwhile, Mufidah continued chatting lovingly with Usman on the phone. He almost ended the call because of the visitor, but she told him to keep talking — she thought it was just the electrician coming to fix a socket and lights.
As Patient opened the door and looked at the visitor, she was shocked — it was Fatiti, Usman’s wife, standing in the middle of the living room, holding her waist and shaking with jealousy as if something was biting her from inside. She looked ready to explode with rage.
It was a tense moment — Mufidah and Fatiti finally face to face. The woman Fatiti had been searching for since yesterday had finally appeared before her.
Surprisingly, Mufidah didn’t panic or even adjust her seat. She remained calm and composed like a queen in her palace. She had decided she wouldn’t allow Fatiti to insult her again and walk out peacefully like the previous day.
Patient trembled in fear, kneeling and apologizing repeatedly until Mufidah signaled her to leave. Patient ran into the kitchen crying.
Fatiti spoke angrily and arrogantly:
“Mufidah, you are talking to my husband and even speaking words of love to him? I came here to settle this today — it’s either you or me, because I’m not afraid of you.”
Usman, still on the phone, said suddenly, “That sounds like Fatiti’s voice.”
Mufidah replied calmly, “Yes, it’s her.”
Usman panicked and stood up quickly.
“Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un… Please ignore her and go to your room, but put the phone on speaker so she can hear me.”
Fatiti then heard Usman’s voice loudly through the speaker. After calling her name three times, he said firmly:
“Leave that house immediately. I swear by Allah, if you insult or hit her, you will be divorced on the spot.”
Fatiti cried out in shock, pacing the living room. Angry words rose to her lips, but she swallowed them in fear of divorce — swallowing the anger felt like swallowing burning coals.
There was silence. Usman asked,
“Mufidah, I hear quiet… has she left?”
“She’s still here, walking around the living room,” Mufidah replied.
Fatiti glared at her with hatred, shook her head, hissed loudly, then stormed out and slammed the door.
Usman collapsed into a seat, holding his head and repeating prayers. Mufidah comforted him with calm, reassuring words before they ended the call.
Soon after, Fatiti’s father called Usman to inform him about a family meeting later that day after Asr prayer.
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Fatiti arrived at Safiya’s house crying heavily, telling her how Usman almost divorced her because of Mufidah. Safiya cried with her too, realizing things had gone far beyond what they imagined.
Later, Fatiti traveled to her parents’ home. A family meeting was held with both families, elders, and religious scholars present. Everyone listened as accusations were discussed. Fatiti struggled to explain herself clearly, and her father angrily questioned her actions — leaving her home, fighting another woman, and making serious accusations.
Usman eventually explained everything honestly — how he lost his job, how Mufidah helped them during hardship, and how misunderstandings escalated the conflict.
During the meeting, both families surprisingly encouraged Usman to marry Mufidah properly if he truly wished to, instead of continuing conflict. Fatiti cried loudly in shock, but the elders insisted marriage was lawful and not something she could stop through threats.
Strict conditions were then given to Fatiti to change her behavior and maintain peace.
---
Later events followed — Fatiti tried hard to win back Usman’s favor through obedience and care so he wouldn’t remarry. Meanwhile, Usman continued communicating with Mufidah. Eventually he returned to Bauchi and discovered that powerful people had intervened to restore his job — thanks to efforts made quietly by Mufidah and her friend Murjanatu.
Usman was overwhelmed with gratitude and began to see Mufidah’s true kindness and sacrifices more clearly. His feelings for her grew stronger, especially after realizing she had helped him even when they were not on good terms.
In the end, they sat together peacefully, sharing food and laughter, reflecting on how past conflicts had slowly turned into understanding and affection.
He said,
“I thought you were the one who said you had never seen a man who had done anything special for you like I have — and that you had never seen beauty like mine. In fact, you even said there was no one uglier than me in this world.”
They all burst into laughter. She replied,
“You know when you tell a blind person about beauty, they say it smells bad since they know they can’t have it. Ah, my Usman is handsome, classy, respectable, stylish — a real gentleman.”
Fatiti felt a sharp stab of jealousy tighten her throat. She almost rushed to the door ready to knock in anger and humiliation, but she remembered that if she acted violently they would recognize her and refuse to open. So she knocked calmly and gently.
Mufidah asked, “Who is it?”
Fatiti disguised her voice to sound like a man and replied, “It’s me.”
Patient called out in English and said they should open the door because they had a visitor. Meanwhile, Mufidah continued chatting lovingly with Usman on the phone. He almost ended the call because of the visitor, but she told him to keep talking — she thought it was just the electrician coming to fix a socket and lights.
As Patient opened the door and looked at the visitor, she was shocked — it was Fatiti, Usman’s wife, standing in the middle of the living room, holding her waist and shaking with jealousy as if something was biting her from inside. She looked ready to explode with rage.
It was a tense moment — Mufidah and Fatiti finally face to face. The woman Fatiti had been searching for since yesterday had finally appeared before her.
Surprisingly, Mufidah didn’t panic or even adjust her seat. She remained calm and composed like a queen in her palace. She had decided she wouldn’t allow Fatiti to insult her again and walk out peacefully like the previous day.
Patient trembled in fear, kneeling and apologizing repeatedly until Mufidah signaled her to leave. Patient ran into the kitchen crying.
Fatiti spoke angrily and arrogantly:
“Mufidah, you are talking to my husband and even speaking words of love to him? I came here to settle this today — it’s either you or me, because I’m not afraid of you.”
Usman, still on the phone, said suddenly, “That sounds like Fatiti’s voice.”
Mufidah replied calmly, “Yes, it’s her.”
Usman panicked and stood up quickly.
“Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un… Please ignore her and go to your room, but put the phone on speaker so she can hear me.”
Fatiti then heard Usman’s voice loudly through the speaker. After calling her name three times, he said firmly:
“Leave that house immediately. I swear by Allah, if you insult or hit her, you will be divorced on the spot.”
Fatiti cried out in shock, pacing the living room. Angry words rose to her lips, but she swallowed them in fear of divorce — swallowing the anger felt like swallowing burning coals.
There was silence. Usman asked,
“Mufidah, I hear quiet… has she left?”
“She’s still here, walking around the living room,” Mufidah replied.
Fatiti glared at her with hatred, shook her head, hissed loudly, then stormed out and slammed the door.
Usman collapsed into a seat, holding his head and repeating prayers. Mufidah comforted him with calm, reassuring words before they ended the call.
Soon after, Fatiti’s father called Usman to inform him about a family meeting later that day after Asr prayer.
---
Fatiti arrived at Safiya’s house crying heavily, telling her how Usman almost divorced her because of Mufidah. Safiya cried with her too, realizing things had gone far beyond what they imagined.
Later, Fatiti traveled to her parents’ home. A family meeting was held with both families, elders, and religious scholars present. Everyone listened as accusations were discussed. Fatiti struggled to explain herself clearly, and her father angrily questioned her actions — leaving her home, fighting another woman, and making serious accusations.
Usman eventually explained everything honestly — how he lost his job, how Mufidah helped them during hardship, and how misunderstandings escalated the conflict.
During the meeting, both families surprisingly encouraged Usman to marry Mufidah properly if he truly wished to, instead of continuing conflict. Fatiti cried loudly in shock, but the elders insisted marriage was lawful and not something she could stop through threats.
Strict conditions were then given to Fatiti to change her behavior and maintain peace.
---
Later events followed — Fatiti tried hard to win back Usman’s favor through obedience and care so he wouldn’t remarry. Meanwhile, Usman continued communicating with Mufidah. Eventually he returned to Bauchi and discovered that powerful people had intervened to restore his job — thanks to efforts made quietly by Mufidah and her friend Murjanatu.
Usman was overwhelmed with gratitude and began to see Mufidah’s true kindness and sacrifices more clearly. His feelings for her grew stronger, especially after realizing she had helped him even when they were not on good terms.
In the end, they sat together peacefully, sharing food and laughter, reflecting on how past conflicts had slowly turned into understanding and affection.