Nothing could be heard except the humming of the air conditioner.
The people standing around were tense, as though they were waiting for a final judgment.
A young lady was kneeling on the floor, her face full of fear and anxiety, soaked with tears.
“So this is the outcome I deserve from you? Is this really what I get?”
A middle-aged woman spoke harshly,
“What kind of result did you expect from a picked-up cat? A cat will never become a tiger. I warned you long ago, but you refused to listen. Now she has shown you that she is a poisonous scorpion.”
Wiping the sweat from her face, the girl spoke calmly despite the chaos inside her,
“This is not a bad result. It is exactly what you trained me to be. I am standing by what I believe is right. I have no intention of hurting anyone in this house. Everyone is just doing their job. I only want fairness. I should not be painted as a liar while others are supported. Let me do my own work.”
The woman shouted,
“So you are saying you are right—”
The old man raised his hand.
“That is enough. Get up and leave. I don’t even want to see you. Go and do whatever you think is best.”
In shock, the girl said,
“Abba… you don’t want to see me?”
“Yes. If you want to avoid my anger, you must fully cooperate with your brother so he can do his job.”
With panic in her voice she said,
“But Abba, what about my own future? You should listen to me—”
He did not wait to hear her. He turned to leave.
In desperation she grabbed his leg, crying.
“My father, what is left for me in this world if you are angry with me? Please forgive me, I will do whatever you say.”
Tears streamed down her face as she cried uncontrollably, but he pulled his leg away and walked out.
As he left, the people in the living room rushed at her with noise and accusations.
She stood up, wiped her tears, and walked out in the opposite direction without looking back.
---
She entered her room, opened a drawer, brought out some documents and spread them on the bed. She switched on her computer and picked up her phone.
Sensing someone behind her, she turned sharply.
He was standing by the door, his face cold.
She ignored him and continued pressing her phone. He stepped closer.
“Are you ready to do what you were told?” he asked.
“No. I will never be ready. From now till forever. Leave me alone,” she replied sharply.
“So all those tears were fake?” he asked.
“Mind your business. Whether the tears were real or fake, do your job and let me do mine. If you keep interfering, something bad will happen. I will not abandon what I have decided.”
He grabbed her violently.
“What will happen? Do you even know what you are doing? You know the law but you keep breaking it!”
“The law? I am only pushing my limits. You are abusing it. Let us both do our jobs and whoever wins, wins. Even if you go and tell Abba everything, I am not backing down until I succeed.”
He threw her onto the bed angrily and stormed out before he could hurt her further. She sat up, panting, staring at the door.
---
She stood near a building, staring at the court premises. Many luxury cars filled the compound — it was clear a major case was about to be tried.
A prison vehicle arrived, followed by another expensive car. A woman in a lawyer’s coat stepped out.
People rushed to assist her.
She prayed silently,
“O Allah, You are the Almighty. These people are stronger than me, but You are my strength. Let Your truth defeat their lies.”
With confidence, she walked into the courtroom.
---
At Kano State Police Gate, around 9:50pm, a tricycle rider drove fast because his passenger was shouting at him.
She was dressed in black, heavily made-up — clearly returning from a wedding.
“Please hurry!” she cried.
“You should be patient,” he replied.
She snapped angrily, insulting him.
She paid him and ran inside her compound.
A young man warned her,
“Major has been waiting for you since 8pm.”
Fear gripped her.
Inside, her father was seated, waiting.
“Where have you been?” he asked coldly.
“At a wedding,” she replied.
“Go back to where you came from.”
“Please Abba—”
“Get out!”
She was thrown out and forced to sleep in the compound, humiliated, bitten by mosquitoes.
---
By morning, exhausted, she returned inside.
Later she rushed to work as a lawyer.
Her friend Sumayya joined her. They spoke about marriage, freedom, and heartbreak.
Silence covered the living room.
Nothing could be heard except the humming of the air conditioner.
The people standing around were tense, as though they were waiting for a final judgment.
A young lady was kneeling on the floor, her face full of fear and anxiety, soaked with tears.
“So this is the outcome I deserve from you? Is this really what I get?”
A middle-aged woman spoke harshly,
“What kind of result did you expect from a picked-up cat? A cat will never become a tiger. I warned you long ago, but you refused to listen. Now she has shown you that she is a poisonous scorpion.”
Wiping the sweat from her face, the girl spoke calmly despite the chaos inside her,
“This is not a bad result. It is exactly what you trained me to be. I am standing by what I believe is right. I have no intention of hurting anyone in this house. Everyone is just doing their job. I only want fairness. I should not be painted as a liar while others are supported. Let me do my own work.”
The woman shouted,
“So you are saying you are right—”
The old man raised his hand.
“That is enough. Get up and leave. I don’t even want to see you. Go and do whatever you think is best.”
In shock, the girl said,
“Abba… you don’t want to see me?”
“Yes. If you want to avoid my anger, you must fully cooperate with your brother so he can do his job.”
With panic in her voice she said,
“But Abba, what about my own future? You should listen to me—”
He did not wait to hear her. He turned to leave.
In desperation she grabbed his leg, crying.
“My father, what is left for me in this world if you are angry with me? Please forgive me, I will do whatever you say.”
Tears streamed down her face as she cried uncontrollably, but he pulled his leg away and walked out.
As he left, the people in the living room rushed at her with noise and accusations.
She stood up, wiped her tears, and walked out in the opposite direction without looking back.
---
She entered her room, opened a drawer, brought out some documents and spread them on the bed. She switched on her computer and picked up her phone.
Sensing someone behind her, she turned sharply.
He was standing by the door, his face cold.
She ignored him and continued pressing her phone. He stepped closer.
“Are you ready to do what you were told?” he asked.
“No. I will never be ready. From now till forever. Leave me alone,” she replied sharply.
“So all those tears were fake?” he asked.
“Mind your business. Whether the tears were real or fake, do your job and let me do mine. If you keep interfering, something bad will happen. I will not abandon what I have decided.”
He grabbed her violently.
“What will happen? Do you even know what you are doing? You know the law but you keep breaking it!”
“The law? I am only pushing my limits. You are abusing it. Let us both do our jobs and whoever wins, wins. Even if you go and tell Abba everything, I am not backing down until I succeed.”
He threw her onto the bed angrily and stormed out before he could hurt her further. She sat up, panting, staring at the door.
---
She stood near a building, staring at the court premises. Many luxury cars filled the compound — it was clear a major case was about to be tried.
A prison vehicle arrived, followed by another expensive car. A woman in a lawyer’s coat stepped out.
People rushed to assist her.
She prayed silently,
“O Allah, You are the Almighty. These people are stronger than me, but You are my strength. Let Your truth defeat their lies.”
With confidence, she walked into the courtroom.
---
At Kano State Police Gate, around 9:50pm, a tricycle rider drove fast because his passenger was shouting at him.
She was dressed in black, heavily made-up — clearly returning from a wedding.
“Please hurry!” she cried.
“You should be patient,” he replied.
She snapped angrily, insulting him.
She paid him and ran inside her compound.
A young man warned her,
“Major has been waiting for you since 8pm.”
Fear gripped her.
Inside, her father was seated, waiting.
“Where have you been?” he asked coldly.
“At a wedding,” she replied.
“Go back to where you came from.”
“Please Abba—”
“Get out!”
She was thrown out and forced to sleep in the compound, humiliated, bitten by mosquitoes.
---
By morning, exhausted, she returned inside.
Later she rushed to work as a lawyer.
Her friend Sumayya joined her. They spoke about marriage, freedom, and heartbreak.