Ragayar Dutse Book 3 Compelete

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• RAGAYAR DUTSE BOOK 3

Baffa quickly returned into the house and found Saheer sitting on a chair, holding his head in a state of deep distress and emotional turmoil. Baffa froze; hearing Mmaa screaming, he had assumed Saheer might have fainted, but instead, he found him sitting there holding his head with both hands.

He approached just as Mama was speaking angrily, saying, "Is she made of gold? Since she chose money over loyalty, shouldn't she just be left alone? Is she the only woman in the world for you to kill yourself over? You just came out of kidnappers' hands, your body hasn't even recovered yet. If you kill yourself, you are the one at a loss, not her. She went to marry into wealth, leaving you here in useless and pointless grief. Forget about her, because she is a married woman now, and take care of your health."

At that moment, Baffa placed a hand on his shoulder. Saheer lifted his bloodshot eyes to look at Baffa, then grabbed Baffa’s hand, his voice trembling intensely as he asked, "Baffa, did she really get married?"

Baffa let out a heavy sigh filled with deep pity for Saheer, holding his hand as he said, "Come, let's go inside."

Slowly, Saheer stood up, feeling his heart pounding as if it wanted to burst out of his chest, and dizziness threatening to make him collapse headfirst. Baffa held his hand, then turned to look at Mama and the others, saying, "Let no one follow us," before pulling him along inside.

Mama watched them go, then laughed and said, "I told you so. As long as I am alive, I swear, I swear, he will never marry that wide-eyed girl. Do we even know her true origins, that we should mix blood with her...? Only if I am no longer alive, I swear." Adda didn't say anything; profound pity for Saheer had overwhelmed her heart in deep anxiety. Hanan was the one echoing Mama as they stepped inside.

Baffa had Saheer sit on a couch and brought him a glass of water, handing it to him. Saheer took it without drinking, keeping his gaze fixed on Baffa as Baffa sat down next to him.

Noticing the way Saheer was staring at him, Baffa said, "Drink the water, Saheer."

He shook his head and replied, "I can't, Baffa. Please tell me what is going on. I can't bring myself to believe what I saw, and I can't accept what my ears heard. Am I dreaming or is this real? I don't know what to think. There is only one thing I want to be certain of: did Islaha really marry someone else, or is this all a cruel joke?"

Baffa breathed out a sigh of deep sympathy for his son. He knew how much Saheer truly loved Islaha—a genuine, sincere, and honorable love. He loved her with the intention of marriage, wanting to take her under his wing and shelter her as his wife. He had loved her ever since her days at the orphanage; that love was what compelled him to bring her into their home and continue caring for her as both an older brother and a future husband.

Apart from Saheer, if anyone else wished for her to marry, it would be Baffa himself. In fact, he could say he was even more eager for her to marry Islaha because of his affection for her and his admiration for her good character. That was why he had wanted them to marry quickly, dismissing Zulaiha's talk as mere folklore. But alas! He could never allow this other marriage to happen—he couldn't let it stand, because such a marriage would spell catastrophe for both himself and Islaha.

The decision he had made was the right one in his eyes, even though he knew he was breaking both of them, hurting their lives, because they both loved each other and dreamed of marrying one another.

Yet what could he do? This had become the only choice and solution for them. What he did was what he felt was best for Saheer and for Islaha herself. Since he kept praying that God would choose a good husband for her, and God chose Rehaan, deep down he felt Rehaan was the right husband for her, not Saheer.

In a soft voice, Baffa called out, "Saheer!"

With tears pooling in his eyes, Saheer looked up at Baffa, waiting to hear what he would say.

Baffa looked at him with profound pity and said, "It is true."

Saheer's voice cracked as he asked, "What is true, Baffa?"

Baffa gazed into his eyes with intense compassion and said, "It is true that Islaha has gotten married. She is on her way to her husband's house."

Saheer squeezed his eyes shut as the words struck his heart, piercing through his veins, muscles, and bones. His brain throbbed fiercely. He drew a sharp breath, releasing it in agony as he felt sweat erupting from every pore of his body. His clothes grew damp from the shock, and sweat poured from his forehead, dripping down onto the front of his shirt.

Baffa simply watched him with overwhelming pity and a heavy heart. God knows this wasn't his original intention; he never meant to hurt his own biological son, but circumstances had driven him to this corner. He wanted to secure a meaningful future for Islaha, which was why he agreed. He wanted her to build her life upon the dreams in her heart, refusing to let her continue living in the shadow of orphanhood and humiliation as she had before.

"Baffa....."

He couldn't finish, looking at Baffa with trembling lips, unable to speak. With immense effort, he whispered, "A dream......"

"Am I having......"

"Or what?"

He spoke in a disjointed, hard-to-decipher manner, only he knew the violent upheaval shaking his heart. He was desperately praying his ears would hear Baffa say it was all a dream and not reality.

Baffa replied, "It is not a dream, Saheer. It is true."

"Hasbunallahu wani'imal wakil!" he muttered, squeezing his eyes shut and leaning back against the couch.

Baffa bowed his head, unable to meet the gaze of his own flesh and blood. Hearing the sound of crying made Baffa raise his head to look at Saheer. To his surprise, Saheer was weeping bitterly. He dropped to his knees in front of Baffa, resting his head against Baffa's lap and crying aloud.

Baffa felt like crying with him. His heart broke, and he placed a hand on Saheer's head, saying, "Be patient, Saheer. I didn't make this decision to throw either of you into this kind of pain. She went through the exact same emotional turmoil when I broke the news to her—she panicked far beyond your imagination. I did this because I didn't want Islaha's life to remain stagnant; she needs progress and a future. You know how much I wanted the two of you to marry, so when you see that I took this action, you must know I had a powerful reason. I didn't do it to tear you apart by force out of malice; I did it because it was the best solution for both you and her. I swear to you, as long as your mother is alive, she would never have allowed this marriage to happen."

Saheer couldn't comprehend a word Baffa was saying. The only image playing in his mind was Islaha getting married and heading off to another man's house as his wife. That thought echoed relentlessly in his ears, burning through his bloodstream.

At that moment, Sadik walked in with a greeting. Baffa answered and said, "Come closer, Sadik. Come comfort your brother regarding the mistake I made toward him."

Sadik hurried over to where Saheer was, filled with pity. Even though he wasn't Saheer, right then he felt a burning anger and resentment over the marriage Islaha had contracted. Even though he knew the reasons behind the wedding, he couldn't push that knowledge aside; he felt the sting of the marriage and deeply shared his friend's jealousy.

He helped Saheer sit up. Baffa watched him, noting how red and swollen his face and eyes were. On top of everything, Saheer was still unwell, his body having barely recovered from the torture he suffered at the hands of the kidnappers. Baffa said, "Sadik, take him to the room to rest, we will talk later. Right now, he isn't in a state to understand anything I am telling him."

In a soft, sorrowful tone, Sadik said, "Alright, Baffa. Saheer, let's go inside, it's almost Maghrib." Saheer sat motionless, as if he hadn't heard a thing, keeping his eyes shut tight.

Sadik lightly tapped his shoulder and said, "Get up, let's go."

At that, Saheer opened his eyes and looked at Sadik. He looked like he wanted to speak, but closed his mouth because his tongue was tied and he couldn't utter a word. With great effort, he stood up, and they walked to his room.

Baffa watched them leave with a heavy heart, yet he still felt no regret for marrying Islaha off to a place where she could build her life the way she desired.

Saheer sat on the edge of his bed, took off his shirt, and tossed it aside, gasping for breath like someone suffering from severe asthma. Sadik sat next to him, staring at how emaciated he had become. The lash marks from the kidnappers were still stark all over his body, alongside unexplained bite marks, and the grime from captivity still clung to his skin.

The room fell completely silent. The only sound was Saheer's heavy, ragged breathing, like someone who had just sprinted a long distance, his heart beating so wildly he could hear it in his ears.

They sat like that for a long time before Saheer broke the silence. "Did you know she got married too?"

Sadik blinked slowly, raised his eyes to look at him, and said, "Wait until you feel better, then we'll talk. You'll understand, In Sha Allah."

"You knew she got married?!" Saheer shouted, glaring at him.

Sadik looked at him, knowing he was out of his mind, and nodded. "I knew, that's why—"

Raising his voice, Saheer interrupted, "That's why what?! That's why you'll tell me to wait so you can explain? What kind of explanation are you going to give me? What do you want me to know that I don't already know?"

His voice dropped to a whisper as he stared into Sadik's red eyes. "She got married, Sadik! It wasn't like she went on a trip for work like last time, she wasn't kidnapped—she married another man and went to his house to settle down! And you knew about this and kept it from me? Why would you do that, Sadik?"

Sadik said, "I told you I will explain everything, but not right now."

Saheer threw his hands up and yelled, "Explain what? What are you going to tell me that I haven't seen with my own eyes? Are you going to tell me the marriage isn't real?"

Sadik fell silent, unable to answer. Saheer shook his head in absolute disbelief. "Islaha! Islaha!! Islaha!!!"

He squeezed his eyes shut and lay back on the bed, wishing he would just faint and be done with it. The agony in his chest was so intense he just wanted to black out—to stop feeling anything, to find some relief from the stabbing pain tearing through his heart.

Filled with pity, Sadik said, "Islaha didn't do anything wrong. She didn't hurt you, I swear she didn't betray you. Everything she did was for your sake!"

Saheer opened his eyes and stared at him as if trying to process the words, but then his eyes snapped shut again, and he completely tuned out whatever Sadik was saying.

As the car drove farther away, Islaha didn't stop looking back at the house through her tears. She let out a deep, shaky sigh and bowed her head, tears streaming down her cheeks.

i don't wanna go, but baby we both know, this is not our time, it's time to say goodbye, until we meet again, cause this is not the end, it will come a day, when we will find our way. Violins playin' and the angels crying when the stars align, then i will be there. No i don't care about them all, cause all I want is to be loved, And all I care about is you, you're stuck on me like a tattoo, no I don't care about the pain, I'll walk through fire and through rain just to get closer to you, you're stuck on me like a tattoo, I'm letting my hair down I'm takin' it cool You got my heart in your hand.

The song "Tattoo" played softly in the car, mixing with the cool air and the lingering, comforting scent of perfume inside the vehicle.

Listening to the lyrics, Islaha felt them seep deep into her soul, making the hair on her arms stand up. She felt as though that verse had been written specifically for her and "Hamma," especially the part that said this is not the end. It convinced her that this journey wasn't the final end of her separation from Hamma—there would be another reunion in the future.

She closed her aching, tear-swollen eyes and whispered, "This is not the end. I will come back, I swear I will come back. I am a child of good character, no matter where I go, I will return to you, Hamma!" She curled up in her seat, her heart aching with longing, love, and the guilt of feeling like she had betrayed her true love.

Safeera turned to look at her, saw her eyes were closed, looked away with a heavy sigh, and remained silent. Jazy didn't show any emotion; he just drove quietly, keeping his eyes on the road ahead without speaking to anyone until they reached the house.

Safeera looked around the house in confusion, shaking her head because she wasn't certain where they had arrived—whether it was their own house or Islaha's new home.

The gates opened, and the car drove inside. She began to see people dressed for a celebration, walking in and out. Given how massive the compound was, it didn't just feel like a random party; people were bustling past one another constantly.

Jazy drove straight up to Mamy's apartment, knowing Fulani custom dictates that a new bride is first brought to her mother-in-law.

Parking the car, he looked at Islaha through the rearview mirror and saw her face uncovered, resting her head against the seat. He chuckled inwardly, amazed at this "bride" who sat with her face completely bare and had even stopped crying. He opened his door and stepped out without saying a word.

As he got out, Safeera turned to Islaha and said, "Islaha, what is this? Please cover your face, this isn't cultural. Mama, please talk to her."

At that moment, Atika chimed in, "Islaha, cover your face before we get scolded because of you." Reluctantly, Islaha pulled her veil over her face, though she still kept her eyes closed.

Seeing the house quiet, Jazy figured everyone must be inside attending the mother's eve event as planned. Just as he was about to head into Mamy's section, he heard someone calling him.

He turned around and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Mama approaching. She walked up and asked, "Is that the bride?"

He nodded. "It's her."

"And you left her in the car? Open up and let her out!"

"I just wanted to make sure Mamy was inside."

"She is supposed to be taken to Daada's place, not Nadira's. Open the door and let them out."

Without a word, Jazy unlocked the car and said, "Bismillah."

Safeera looked at Islaha, who acted as though she hadn't heard anything, and prompted, "Islaha, let's go."

Islaha let out a sigh and said nothing. Mama Atika stepped out of the car, and Safeera urged, "Please, let's go."

Before Islaha could move, Mama opened the door to her side. With a bright, welcoming smile, she said, "Bismillah, my daughter! Why are you sitting in the car as if this isn't your own home? Come out and let's go inside, everyone is waiting for your arrival."

Islaha looked at Mama through the thin fabric of her veil. Feeling Mama take her hand, she had no choice but to step out of the car, even though she didn't want to.

Mama looked at Atika and said, "Welcome. I'm sorry, we are in the middle of a party inside, which is why we couldn't give you a proper reception at the gate."

Mama Atika was pleased by Mma's warm and cheerful reception and replied, "It's no problem at all, we are grateful."

"Well, you should just stay quiet about it, but this isn't how we wanted it. Where are the rest of the people who escorted the bride?"

"Just the two of us."

Mama widened her eyes in surprise. "Just the two of you? Rehaan's only bride, and only two people escorted her?"

Mama Atika explained, "Her Baffa said he didn't want a large crowd."

Mama smiled and said, "Bless his heart. Let's go inside." She continued holding Islaha's hand, which was warm from nervous tension.

The moment Daada spotted them, her face lit up with a massive smile of joy. They walked over, and Islaha was seated right next to her.

Daada patted her head and said, "Welcome to our family, welcome, child of grace, safe journey to you both." She looked up at Safeera and the others. "Please sit down, you are welcome. Sadikka, bring them food and water." Mama nodded and stepped out.

Safeera exchanged greetings with Daada, then said, "I need to go pray."

Daada was even more delighted to see that Islaha's family prioritized prayer right upon arriving at the house. Happily, she pointed the way: "The bathroom is right over there." Safeera stood up and went inside to perform ablution.

Meanwhile, Islaha stirred as if she wanted to stand up. Daada held her hand and asked, "What is it, Ishlaya?"

Though she was far from happy, Islaha couldn't help but smile at the affectionate nickname Daada used. Softly, she replied, "I want to pray."

This charmed Daada even more, widening her smile as her love for Islaha grew stronger. "Go ahead, stand up and go pray. What a blessed child—the first thing she does upon arriving at her husband's house is pray." Islaha stood up and headed toward the restroom to perform ablution just as Safeera had.

As soon as Islaha stepped away, Daada told Mama Atika, "Your girl is a child of grace. Her upbringing is top-notch."

Mama Atika smiled and replied, "I shouldn't praise her too much, but Islaha is truly exceptional." Daada was thrilled. At that moment, Mama returned with the house staff, carrying trays laden with food and drinks.

Daada asked Mama, "Where is Nadira?"

Mama answered, "They are at the party."

Daada frowned and commanded, "Go tell them to leave that party right now, and make sure everyone gathers here immediately."

"Alright," Mama said, heading out to carry out Daada's instruction.

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By then, Islaha had finished her ablution, leaning against the wall due to a pounding headache, and immediately stood up for prayer without looking at anyone. While she was praying, she heard people crowding into the room. She quickly pulled her veil tighter over her face because, God knows, she didn't want to see anyone. Feeling dizzy, she barely managed to complete her Maghrib prayer standing up. All she wanted was to take some medicine to feel better and then call Sadik to check on how Hamma was doing.

She intentionally prolonged her prayer, delaying the final tasleem because she wanted to avoid any conversation whatsoever. With great difficulty, she finished, sitting quietly without turning around, unaware of how many people had filled the room.

Then she heard Mama's voice announce, "Bride, now that you're done praying, everyone is waiting for you." Islaha's heart dropped into her stomach. She squeezed her eyes shut, readjusted her veil to completely hide her face, and slowly turned around.

Mama instructed, "Bride, you need to stand up and come sit next to Daada."

With a smile, Daada said, "You know she can't manage on her own. Help her over here."

Mama walked over to Islaha, took her hand, and helped her stand up, leading her to the center of the living room. Islaha sat down, peering through her veil at the crowd—every single person present was a woman.

As she sat down, everyone in the room stared at her, especially Janan, Ikram, Nana, Banisha, and the rest of the groom's female relatives.

Daada instructed, "Sadikka, open the gathering with a prayer."

Mama recited the opening prayer as requested, after which Daada announced, "It's time for the unveiling of the bride's face. Where is Nadira?"

Mamy sat quietly, looking as though she didn't even want to be there. She just stared at Islaha, her heart burning with resentment. Hearing Daada call for her, she slowly raised her head, her face completely expressionless, and said, "I'm right here."

Mama looked at Mamy and said, "Come closer." Mamy stood up and walked over, sitting right next to Islaha. Daada turned to Mama Atika and said, "We are going to buy the bride's face."

Mama Atika laughed and replied, "She belongs to you now."

Daada smiled. "Well, she has always been a daughter of this house."

Daada reached over and opened a decorative box, revealing a massive, thick, heavy gold necklace. Holding it up, she announced, "I am buying the bride's face with this."

Mama was the only one in the parlor who cheered, "Ma Sha Allah! Rehaan's bride deserves this!" Everyone else remained dead silent, showing no sign of joy at Daada's lavish gesture, save for the housemaids who offered congratulatory cheers and ululations.

Mama Atika smiled and said, "The bride says a very big thank you."

Mamy looked as though she wouldn't speak at all, but noticing the sharp look Daada was giving her, she reluctantly parted her lips. She hadn't prepared for any unveiling ceremony because she had completely forgotten about this particular cultural tradition.

Seeing her hesitation, her older sister Sanah chimed in, "Rehaan's mother, she's right here," pointing toward Mamy.

Safeera and Mama Atika eyed her warily. Mamy's face was completely unsmiling; anyone looking at her could tell how much she despised this marriage without her even having to say a word.

Speaking in heavily accented Hausa, Sanah said, "She is buying the bride's face with this," as she stood up and slid a beautifully decorated woven basket forward.

Daada told Mama, "Open it."

Mama had been waiting for that exact cue so she could see what was hidden inside. She opened the basket and pulled out bundles of crisp ten-thousand-naira notes, followed by gold bangles, rings, a set of premium English gold jewelry, a large bottled perfume in its case, traditional incense (turaren wuta), and room fresheners.

The housemaids erupted into loud ululations and cheers of congratulations, thrilled by Mamy's generous gift. Mamy simply glanced at her sister; she knew Sanah had handled it because she herself hadn't prepared anything, having totally forgotten about the custom.

Mama, who was sitting nearby, chimed in, "I am also buying the bride's face with this," pulling out a wrapped package from behind her. It contained a luxury lace fabric that anyone could tell at a single glance cost well over a million naira.

Another round of joyful ululations echoed through the living room. Umma hadn't prepared anything either, but seeing her co-wife present such a gift prompted her to say, "There is a set of special Arabian incense I ordered for the bride that hasn't arrived yet, but it will be brought directly to her room." Abba's other wife said nothing, as she hadn't planned on giving anything.

Daada looked at the pile of gifts accumulating in front of Mama Atika and asked, "Can we finally uncover the bride's face now?"

Mama Atika smiled. "Go right ahead, you have our permission."

Daada adjusted her glasses and asked, "Where is Banisha?"

Banisha stepped forward, and Daada instructed, "Come and uncover her face for us so we can see—"

Summary

Deeply distraught upon discovering that Islaha has married another man (Rehaan), Saheer sinks into severe emotional shock and physical distress, refusing to accept the reality despite Baffa's and Sadik's explanations. Baffa defends his difficult decision, insisting it was done for Islaha's future and well-being, knowing Saheer's mother would never have allowed their union. Meanwhile, Islaha is escorted to Rehaan’s family home by Jazy, Safeera, and Mama Atika. Despite her profound sadness and grief-stricken longing for Hamma, she is warmly received by Daada and Mama, participating in the traditional bride-unveiling ceremony where lavish gifts of gold, cash, and luxury fabrics are presented by the family members—though Mamy displays visible coldness and resentment toward the marriage.

Description

• Setting: A tense family home in northern Nigeria where Saheer confronts the heartbreaking news of Islaha's arranged marriage, contrasted with the bustling, opulent household of Rehaan's family during a traditional bridal welcoming ceremony.
• Tone: Emotional, dramatic, heavy with heartbreak, and culturally rich.
• Key Themes: Familial duty versus romantic love, heartbreak, grief, cultural traditions in northern Nigerian weddings, and maternal protection/interference.

Analytics

Expanded Story Description

The narrative unfolds across two emotionally charged, contrasting settings: a quiet room where a young man's world collapses, and a grand, bustling household where a wedding reception masks deep underlying tensions.

In the first setting, physical exhaustion and psychological trauma violently collide. Saheer, barely recovering from the brutal ordeal of kidnapping, is struck by a blow far more agonizing: the betrayal of time and circumstance. The atmosphere is thick with stifled breaths, sweating skin, and the suffocating realization of finality. Baffa’s perspective provides a tragic weight to the scene—a father who chose the path of least catastrophe, sacrificing his own son's immediate happiness for what he perceived as a necessary shield against societal cruelty and familial sabotage.

In stark contrast, the narrative shifts to the opulent, high-society estate of Rehaan's family. Here, the traditional Fulani welcoming ceremony plays out with all its complex social choreography. Amidst the hum of foreign music, the scent of expensive Arabian perfumes, and the rustle of luxury lace, Islaha sits enveloped in a veil, navigating her transition from an uncertain past into a gilded cage. The atmosphere vibrates with a delicate balance of genuine warmth from matriarchs like Daada and icy, resentful detachment from Mamy. It is a portrait of tradition as both a comforting anchor and an unyielding prison, where personal grief must be neatly folded away beneath bridal ornaments and public expectations.

Detailed Literary Analytics

Character Psychology & Motivation

• Saheer: Exemplifies the trope of the tragic romantic protagonist whose physical vulnerability mirrors his emotional fragility. His collapse is not merely about heartbreak; it is the shattering of his identity, as Islaha represented both his future and his redemption after surviving captivity.
• Baffa: Represents the archetype of the pragmatic patriarch burdened by hard choices. Driven by a protective instinct and a realistic fear of his wife's malice toward Islaha, he acts as both architect and executioner of the lovers' separation.
• Islaha: Displays profound emotional resilience coupled with quiet resignation. Her internal monologue reveals a deep-seated loyalty to Hamma, yet she submits to her fate because she understands the systemic constraints of her world.
• Mamy: Acts as the primary domestic antagonist through passive resistance. Her icy reception and lack of preparation highlight her disapproval of the match, creating an immediate hostile environment for the new bride.

Narrative Architecture & Pacing

• The Dual-Track Structure: The chapter juxtaposes intense, claustrophobic grief (Saheer in the bedroom) with expansive, public spectacle (Islaha at the bride-welcoming ceremony). This dual-focus amplifies the emotional stakes, contrasting private devastation with public celebration.
• Sensory Contrast: The author heavily utilizes tactile and olfactory imagery—the cold sweat and ragged breathing of Saheer versus the sweet scent of turaren wuta, the cool breeze of the car, and the heavy weight of gold jewelry.
• Musical Intertextuality: The integration of the lyrics to the song "Tattoo" serves as an emotional bridge for Islaha, externalizing her internal monologue and providing a timeless anchor to her enduring bond with Hamma.

Cultural & Thematic Motifs

• Sacrificial Duty: The narrative explores how older generations manipulate younger lives under the guise of "what is best," weighing social status, orphanhood, and security against genuine emotional connection.
• The Ritual of Buɗan Kai (Unveiling): Used as a literary device to transition the protagonist from a state of hidden grief to public scrutiny, highlighting the transactional and communal nature of traditional marriages.
• Matriarchal Authority: The contrasting influences of Daada (authoritative, welcoming, traditional) and Mamy (subversive, resentful) illustrate the complex power dynamics within a large northern Nigerian household.