Ga Irinta Nan Book By Binta Umar Abbale

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Summary of Segments 18 & 19

In these chapters, the situation escalates into a traumatic assault. Despite Sa'ida’s strong resistance, pleas, and attempts to defend herself, Khalid forces himself on her. During this, he exhibits a distorted sense of entitlement, claiming he loves her and asserting that she belongs to him. He threatens that she will not find happiness if she marries Alhaji Nura. After the assault, Khalid leaves, warning Sa'ida that he intends to ensure she remains "his" and that she will regret rejecting him. Sa'ida is left in a state of profound shock, emotional devastation, and physical pain.

Summary of Segments 20 & 21

Following the incident, Khalid packs his belongings and leaves the house. Sa'ida is left alone, dealing with the physical and emotional aftermath of the attack. Gwaggo (the grandmother) enters the room and discovers the disarray and the blood-stained bedding. She is horrified, and Sa'ida confesses exactly what Khalid has done.
Gwaggo is deeply distraught, and in a traditional, reactive attempt to "cover the shame," she suggests that Sa'ida should marry Khalid. However, Sa'ida adamantly refuses, firmly stating:

• Khalid's actions were driven by lust and cruelty, not genuine love.
• She cannot reconcile with her attacker or marry someone who has violated her so deeply.
• She prefers to leave the matter to divine justice rather than entering a forced marriage to cover up the crime.
  Gwaggo insists on keeping the evidence (the sheets) to confront Khalid's parents, while Sa'ida continues to process the betrayal and her uncertain future.
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English Translation (Segments 18 & 19)

Slowly, he knelt down in front of her, fixing his eyes intently on her face. He stayed like that for a long while before placing his hand on her chest. He let out a deep sigh, sobbing softly; he was madly obsessed with her breasts, and they incredibly aroused him. Feeling the intense pulsing of his desire, he quickly lay down beside her, pulling her tightly against his body. He began showering her with burning kisses, his entire body trembling violently.
In a state of sheer panic, I bolted my eyes open, invoking the name of Allah! Before I could make any movement, I felt his heavy weight pressing down on me. He pinned me down completely, burying his face into the crook of my neck.
"Innalillahi wa'ina ilaihi raji'un (To Allah we belong and to Him we shall return)," were the words I managed to utter as I began thrashing my legs to push him off my body. But he clung to me tightly like chewing gum! In deep, terrifying distress, I cried out, "Khalid, get off me!" He remained completely silent, refusing to answer or stop what he was doing.
I opened my mouth to speak again, but he quickly covered it with his own. Sheer panic washed over me; I felt completely lost, struggling to find a way to break free from his grasp, but his heavy weight completely paralyzed my body.
Hot, stinging tears began to stream down my face. Without a doubt, it was a cruel twist of fate and destiny that had brought me back to this house today. He was aggressively sucking her lips while groping every part of my body that he desired. My tears flowed relentlessly. My strength was nothing compared to his; every single effort I made to free myself proved utterly futile. I eventually grew exhausted, leaving him to do exactly as he pleased. He completely stripped off my wrapper and bra, handling me as though I were his wedded wife.
The moment I felt his hand slip down to my panties, a sudden surge of adrenaline rushed through me. Despite my exhaustion, I gave him a powerful shove. Lacking balance, he tumbled over to the side. Like a madman, he instantly sprang back up and lunged toward me with intense determination.
I frantically grabbed Gwaggo's kerosene lamp, weeping bitterly as I threatened, "Khalid, I swear by Allah, if you dare touch me again, I will severely maim you! You worthless degenerate!"
With bloodshot eyes, he snarled, "Aunty Sa'ida, absolutely no living soul can rescue you from my hands today! I swear by Allah, I will ruin your life, since you completely disregarded my love, pointed fingers at me, looked down on me, and arrogantly asked what you would stand to gain if you married me. Today, I am going to show you what real men are made of."
My body trembled violently as I backed into a corner, using the wrapper to cover my chest. I said, "Khalid, Allah will protect me from all of your evil."
He shook his head, letting out a sinister smile. "So, you chose Alhaji Nura, right? Fine! He can marry an empty shell, because I swear by Allah, I am going to be the very first to enter this territory."
My heart pounded even faster. I stared at him, completely horrified by how he had transformed into a ruthless, unfeeling monster. His face was set in a harsh scowl, and his eyes were completely bloodshot.
I saw him frantically trying to pull off his shorts. I scrambled to my feet instantly, but he reached out, dragging me back so that I crashed against his body. Before he could make his next move, I pushed him away and slapped his face with all my might. I bolted toward the exit, but he extended one leg and tripped me, sending me crashing to the floor.
He hovered directly over me, completely stripped of his clothing—exactly as his mother gave birth to him. His thick, rigid manhood stood completely erect. I squeezed my eyes shut, bitter tears of humiliation and sorrow streaming down my sides.
"I already told you, only Allah can rescue you from me! So stop wasting your energy trying to run away."
I opened my eyes but turned my head away, completely revulsed by the sight of him. "Khalid, for God's sake, please have some decency and put your shorts back on."
He shook his head, using his hand to force my face back toward his so our eyes locked. "Aunty, I am not putting my shorts back on until I finish what I came to do. I want you to cooperate fully so I don't end up hurting you, because I am about to show you my true capability."
I clasped my hands together in supplication, my throat completely dry. "Khalid, please don't do this to me. I am your sister; you shouldn't humiliate me like this. For God's sake, accept destiny and let this go."
In deep frustration, he snapped, "The time for patience is over, Aunty Sa'ida! You have no mercy, and you don't recognize someone who genuinely loves you. What is my crime that makes you refuse to marry me? Is it because I don't have money? I swear by Allah, if you marry me, I will give you a level of pleasure you have never experienced in your life. Aunty Sa'ida, stop treating me like a little boy. I am a MAN too."
In a weak, defeated voice, I said, "I know, Khalid. But I want you to understand that marriage is a matter of destiny. Just accept that I am not destined to be your wife."
Furious, he retorted, "I am not going to tolerate this selfish patience! How long have I been begging you to love me and marry you, while you do nothing but insult and humiliate me? It's because you look down on me, right? Well, today I will show you that I am no pushover. I am going to push you to your absolute limit and drain you of all your sweetness. You'll go to that foolish man's house completely hollow."
As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed my legs. I quickly pulled them back, curling my body into a tight ball, completely overwhelmed by despair. There I was, entirely exposed, and him likewise. Oh Allah, please send me help!
He placed his hand on my breast, kneading it while staring at me with those wild, intensely troubled red eyes.
The way he rolled my nipples caused my body to go entirely limp. I kept trying to push his hand away and slide backward, but he simply used his strength to shove me flat onto the bedding. He climbed on top of me, locking his legs with mine.
He brought his mouth down to my breast, aggressively sucking it while pinching the other nipple. I gasped repeatedly, my body shaking uncontrollably. He let out labored, heavy breaths, rubbing his rigid member against my panties.
I plunged into absolute terror, frantically calling upon Allah to bring me deliverance! Through divine intervention, I managed to fiercely shove him off again. He tumbled over, sprawling flat on the floor. I looked and saw his member completely erect, pointing toward the ceiling.
In a state of sheer frenzy, I grabbed my wrapper and lunged for the door. With trembling hands, I frantically managed to slide back the latch and burst out of the room! The heavy lock on the main courtyard door was notoriously stubborn; normally, only he or Kawu (Uncle) could open it easily. With my entire body shaking, I desperately tried to open it, but it refused to budge. Hearing movement directly behind me, I spun around in absolute horror. He had caught up to me, still completely naked.
I backed up against the door, screaming at the top of my lungs, "Help! Someone come help me! He's trying to rape me!" But since it was the dead of afternoon, nobody heard my cries. Shaking uncontrollably, I grabbed the heavy iron rake used for cleaning the gutters and held it firmly in my hands. "I swear by Allah, Khalid, if you touch me again, I will kill you!"
A smirk appeared on his lips, never reaching his eyes, as he continued stepping toward me. The moment he closed the distance, I swung the iron rake with all the strength I could muster. But with lightning speed, he caught my arm, causing the rake to swing down and strike his own leg instead.
Completely unfazed by the blow, he hoisted me over his shoulder, locking his arm over my backside, and carried me back toward the inner house. I wept bitterly, pounding his back, but he didn't even flinch. He didn't stop until he reached Gwaggo's room, tossing me directly onto her bed before spinning around to lock the door. As he turned back toward me, a heavy object struck him squarely in the forehead. I had pulled off Gwaggo's glass lamp cover and hurled it at him. His forehead cracked open, and blood immediately began to trickle down.
He stood there, staring at me, and said, "You actually drew my blood."
Furious and shaking, I barked, "I will straight-up kill you next time, Khalid! You are a plague and a cancer to society!"
With a wicked smile, he said, "Call me whatever name you like, I don't care. All I know is that I love you until the end of my life."
I countered, "Khalid, this isn't love! If you truly loved me, you would respect my wishes. How can you bring yourself to violate me when you know another man has already paid my bride-price? Don't you dare forget that what you are about to do is an absolute abomination and a grave sin!"
He shrugged his shoulders indifferently. "Sin is like a mountain—you step over your own just to point at someone else's. Whatever happens between us today was brought upon you entirely by your own stubbornness."
The moment he finished speaking, he climbed onto the bed. I quickly retreated into the furthest corner, my body trembling violently. I crossed my arms tightly over my chest, staring at him. He laughed mockily, "Oh, look at that. So you don't want me touching them, huh?"
I stayed silent, glaring at him. He smiled, stroking his whiskers, and said, "I can't possibly keep my eyes off them. I'm going to show you my strength right now." He dragged me forward with immense force, pinning his entire weight onto me. With a violent tug, he ripped my panties completely off, placing his hand there to touch me. My skin crawled instantly. Before I could make any defensive move, he pinned my arms away from my chest and began sucking my breast, biting slightly at the nipples. I felt my entire willpower shatter; the sensation of his hand groping me completely overwhelmed my senses, triggering an intense, suffocating wave of desire I had never felt before.
Realizing that the devil was on the verge of conquering my soul, I forced myself to focus, praying intensely while continuing to fight for my sanity and freedom.
With my eyes squeezed shut, I could feel him manipulating my body, turning me in whatever direction he pleased. I was utterly exhausted by the physical struggle against him. However, despite my failing physical strength, I refused to stop defending myself. When I realized his advances were getting dangerously close to the absolute limit, I clamped my thighs together with all the strength I had left, blocking him from penetrating me.
In a state of frantic, crazed arousal, he kept chanting my name, licking my face and sucking the bridge of my nose. I forced my heavy eyelids open to look at him; his face was inches from mine, his hot breath washing over me. "My Aunty, please... help me," he muttered hoarsely, sucking his lips like an addict suffering from severe withdrawal, his entire body shaking violently.
Wheezing and completely drained of energy, I raised my hand to strike the chest hovering over me. He grabbed my wrist, shaking his head. In a vulnerable, pleading tone, he whispered, "Just open your legs and let me in, please."
Fresh, heavy tears poured down my face. Trembling, he leaned down and began licking the tears away with his tongue! That moment of distraction gave me the opportunity to violently punch his chest with intense force! He clutched his chest, coughing heavily. I shoved him aside, attempting to climb down, but he grabbed my head and slammed it against the iron frame of the bed! A sharp cry escaped my lips as I clutched my throbbing head. I went entirely still, quickly opening my eyes. He stared down at me, calculating his next move.
In a trembling voice, I warned, "Khalid, I want you to know something. The moment you finish satisfying your desires on me, I will kill you, and then I will kill myself, because we will have absolutely no purpose left in this world."
Tears spilled down his own face as he replied, "I accept. Go ahead and kill me. That way, my sin will be entirely on your shoulders. After all, what kind of beautiful life would I even live without you?"
I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling an immense, crushing weight of sorrow in my chest. He pinned my hands down securely, and using his legs, he forced my thighs apart, positioning himself directly between them. Sensing this, I let out a piercing scream, "Innalillahi wa'ina ilaihi raji'un!!!" He instantly slapped his hand over my mouth. Tears streaming down both our faces, we locked eyes. He shook his head slowly, his gaze entirely clouded with madness.
Slowly, he began rubbing his manhood against the spot he desired. I tried kicked him repeatedly with my feet, but because he was far more cunning, he figured out a way to completely pin me down and force himself deep inside my body. A cry of absolute despair and regret burst from me. Mid-cry, I began begging him, invoking the name of Allah, but he shut his eyes tightly, completely refusing to listen to me.
At that point, tears were streaming down his face as well. He kept shaking his head, biting his lips raw. In that frenzied state, he kept pushing until he managed to completely tear through and penetrate me deeply! He pinned me tightly against his chest, holding me in a death grip for five solid minutes before suddenly reviving with a terrifying surge of energy, aggressively thrusting his body against mine.
The sheer agony the boy put me through completely broke my voice and paralyzed my entire body; my energy was completely depleted. I couldn't even manage to move my smallest pinky finger. He pounded against me violently, screaming and letting out wild, incoherent rants that only he could understand. He had completely transformed into a madman, chanting my name repeatedly as he violated me ruthlessly, as if he intended to send me to my grave.
He remained on top of me for at least thirty long minutes before finally releasing his fluids deep within. He clamped himself tightly against me, gasping for breath. Both of our bodies were completely drenched in sweat.

 (Segments 20 & 21)

I shoved him off and tried to push myself up, but a wave of severe dizziness hit my head. He grabbed my hand, shaking his head slowly. In a trembling voice, he asked, "Do you see the kind of life you've dragged us into?" I spun around in a panicked frenzy, raising my hand to deliver a stinging slap to his face.
He caught my hand mid-air and snapped, "Are you seriously trying to slap me? You know very well I won't just let you slide, Aunty Sa'ida. If I stand here and let you slap my face, it's only out of my own goodwill. At least now, you have proof that I am no coward, and that I am indeed a real man. I have filled your womb and pushed to your absolute limit. Today, you finally know who Khalid is. Go right ahead and marry Alhaji Nura, but I will continue to haunt your life. As long as I draw breath, I will never let you know peace."
He climbed off the bed, picked up his shorts, and pulled them on. "I am leaving before the dust settles. Just mark my words and remember that wherever I am, you are permanently etched into my heart. You have my phone number. The moment you cancel the marriage arrangement with Alhaji Nura, call me. I will come right back and marry you, because I know I am the only one who truly deserves you." The moment he finished speaking, he walked out of the room, leaving me stranded in a state of profound trauma, pure devastation, and absolute regret.
(Author's Note: Please forgive me, for the sake of Allah and His Prophet, and accept this story exactly as it unfolds. If I am forced to write strictly according to everyone's individual preferences, I will face immense difficulty and ultimately lose the plot of what I am trying to write for you. Please be patient and keep following the story until I can successfully deliver my underlying message. 👏🏼🥰)
With a shattered heart wrapped in a mountain of regret for what he had just done, Khalid took a quick shower, rushed out, and got dressed. He frantically began packing his clothes into a small suitcase, a massive, suffocating lump lodged firmly in his chest. Ever since he began assaulting her, he had felt that heavy weight in his chest, but because he allowed his dark impulses to take over, he had been completely unable to listen to her, despite her desperate pleas for mercy. In reality, he never wanted such a horrific event to transpire between them; he had genuinely wanted a clean, honorable marital relationship with her. Yet, a dark, twisted destiny had intervened. He reached up, wiping away a tear that escaped down his face, and quickly finished packing. He walked out of the room, locking the door firmly behind him. Stepping into the main courtyard, he paused, staring intently at the door to Gwaggo's room. He stood there frozen for about five minutes, his eyes glued to the door, before letting out a massive, heavy sigh. He turned and headed toward the exit, his mind racing with chaotic thoughts about where to go next.
Inside, I lay with my head resting low, shedding bitter tears of sorrow and heartbreak. When I finally tried to move my body to get off the bed, a sharp, excruciating pain flared up beneath me. I called upon the name of Allah, burying my head back down as my tears flowed like an open tap. My wax-print wrapper and Gwaggo's bedsheets were a chaotic mess, heavily stained with the blood of my stolen virginity. Khalid had raped me! What kind of life would I face from this moment on? How on earth would I defend my honor on my future wedding night? This looping thought completely consumed me, triggering a severe, throbbing headache and a burning fever. My entire body shivering, I lay back down, pulling a corner of the crumpled, blood-stained bedsheet over myself. I closed my eyes, repeatedly chanting the prayer in my heart: "La ilaha illa Anta, Subhanaka, inni kuntu mina z-zalimin (There is no deity except You; Exalted are You. Indeed, I have been of the wrongdoers)."
"Assalamu alaikum," Gwaggo called out as she stepped back into the house, her eyes darting around the courtyard. She had completely forgotten to take the wedding contribution she was supposed to give to the bride's mother. It wasn't until they arrived at the wedding venue that she remembered, prompting her to head straight back home to retrieve it.
She lifted the door curtain of her room, saying, "Sa'ida, are you seriously still sleeping? Zuhr prayer time is already here and you haven't..." She froze mid-sentence. The sight of her room completely turned upside down, a chaotic mess everywhere, and her broken glass lamp stopped her dead in her tracks. She rushed toward the bed in a panic, crying out, "Hey! Sa'ida, who on earth came into my room and caused all this destruction?"
I kept my eyes fixed on her, completely unable to utter a single syllable. Her heart pounding wildly, she approached the bed, inspecting the scene. In a trembling voice, she asked, "What on earth happened, Sa'ida? What is this blood all over my bed?"
Fresh, hot tears of immense pain began to roll down my face.
Gwaggo's eyes filled with tears as she sat down beside me, her entire body shaking. Gwaggo was no child; she understood exactly what had happened the moment she noticed Sa'ida was completely stripped of her clothing.
In a state of frantic, absolute shock, she whispered, "Was it Khalid?" I nodded my head weakly, my voice cracking as I replied, "Gwaggo, that blood is from my virginity. Khalid stripped me of it. The moment you all walked out, he came back to the house and forced himself on me!"
Gwaggo cried out at the top of her lungs, "Innalillahi wa'ina ilaihi raji'un!!!" Tears began to stream down her face as her body shook violently. She frantically inspected my body, crying, "Sa'ida, how on earth did this happen? How could you let him? How did he overpower you? To think this is the absolute curse that boy would bring upon us! He said he would take action, but who would have thought this was the evil he planned? Sa'ida, Khalid has humiliated me, not just you! He has defiled my lineage with Zina (fornication) right inside my own house, on my very own bed! Lahaula wala quwata illa billahil aliyulazim (There is no power nor might except with Allah, the Most High, the Supreme)!" She kept ranting in absolute devastation.
I reached out and grabbed her hands, seeing that she looked on the verge of collapsing to the floor. "Gwaggo, please calm down before you cause yourself a medical emergency. Khalid did this strictly to force me to cancel my plan to marry Alhaji Nura. Because of that selfish motive, he ruined me. Well, he has successfully satisfied his dark desires on me, but I will absolutely never cancel my marriage to Alhaji Nura, no matter what. What he did to me proves he never loved me for the sake of Allah; it was pure, unbridled lust. Even if I were to marry him, the moment he satisfied his desires, that would be it—he would just abandon me."
Gwaggo shook her head, wiping her tears away. "Sa'ida, I completely agree with you now. I believe that Khalid does not love you for the sake of Allah and His Prophet. If it were genuine love, he would never bring you to ruin. I swear by Allah, I never imagined he would take such a horrific step. Just yesterday, I sat him down and gave him a lengthy moral lecture; he looked like he was taking my words to heart, but it turns out he made a complete fool out of me, planning to humiliate me before the entire world. Fine then! Since he has satisfied his lust, let him dare step foot back into this house and face me. I swear by Allah, he will see the absolute worst of my wrath. My only constraint is that I don't want this matter leaking outside, otherwise, I would have told you to report this immediately to your mother's husband so he could fight for your rights."
I let out a bitter, heartbroken smile as I attempted to sit up. "Gwaggo, whatever punishment they give to Khalid, it will never erase this horrific stain he has left on me. Gwaggo, when I eventually go to my husband's house, what am I going to tell him when he approaches me and finds out I am no longer a virgin?"
She burst into loud tears. "Sa'ida, stop talking about marrying any other man now! We absolutely have to return Alhaji Nura's money. You will just have to be patient and marry Khalid so our family's secret remains hidden. If you marry Alhaji Nura and he finds you without your virginity, a horrific wave of suspicion will destroy your marriage, especially since the townspeople already think the worst of you."
I smiled bitterly. "Gwaggo, do you honestly believe in your heart that if I marry Khalid, that marriage will ever have any blessings?"
She fell completely silent, staring at me. I continued, "Khalid does not love me for the sake of Allah; he was just obsessed with my body. Now that he has gotten what he wanted, what else is left? There is no future there. Even if I marry him, it will be nothing but endless heartbreak. So please drop that idea. Khalid has deeply wronged me, and Insha Allah, my Lord will grant me justice."
She wiped her face, her energy completely drained, and asked, "Where is Khalid right now?" I remained silent as I began trying to climb down from the bed. She firmly caught my shoulders, helping me stand up. She adjusted my wrapper tightly around me, and like a vulnerable patient recovering from a severe procedure, she led me out into the courtyard. She sat me down on a low stool. She quickly rushed back into the room, grabbed a flask filled with hot water, and while wiping her tears, she mixed it into a plastic kettle. She carried it into the bathroom for me, saying, "Go inside and wash up. Let me put some more water on the stove so you can properly sit in hot water to soothe your body. Allah will surely avenge what has been done to you."
Forcing myself to be strong, I stood up. She made a move to support me, but I said, "It's okay, Gwaggo, leave it." She stepped aside, and leaning heavily against the wall for support, I walked into the bathroom, squeezing my eyes shut in pain. The moment I knelt down to wash away the traces of the assault from my body, a fresh wave of uncontrollable crying overtook me. I wept bitterly as I cleaned myself, continuously praising and remembering Allah in my heart.
Standing just outside the bathroom door, Gwaggo handed me a clean wax-print wrapper through the opening. "Take this and wrap it around yourself. Once you're done, I'll bring the hot water inside so you can properly sit in it and soothe your aching body."
My heart ached for her, seeing how profoundly devastated she was on my behalf. I never expected her to be this understanding and supportive about the situation.
While she was busy in the main room, I stepped out of the bathroom. Seeing a medium-sized basin filled with steaming water, I simply gathered up my wrapper and stepped inside to sit... It was only after I immersed myself in the warm water that I began to wonder who else might walk into the house and find out...
Inside the room, Gwaggo was weeping as she stripped the soiled white bedsheet from her mattress. She kept invoking the name of Allah in her heart, praying that He blind the eyes of malicious gossips to this entire tragedy. She brought the stained bedsheet outside and dropped it right by the entrance leading to Ummatu’s quarters.
I watched her, utterly baffled by what she was trying to achieve. "Gwaggo, please take that bedsheet away. For God's sake, I don't want anyone else finding out about this."
She shot back instantly, "Sa'ida, even if the rest of the world remains in the dark, Rabi and Ibrahim absolutely must know! From there, we will..."