She was running as if she would take flight through a narrow, dark alley. The loud roar of the factory engines nearby drowned out her screams. She looked down at the child in her arms, who showed no sign of breathing. Turning back, she saw the men pursuing her with the intent of snatching the child. Seeing them closing in, she increased her speed. She ducked into a hidden alleyway known to few and quickly laid the girl down, covering her with a black cloth. She bolted out of the alley toward the main road; seeing the crowd of people there, the pursuers stopped following her.
She stood gasping for breath as hot tears rolled down her cheeks. With a trembling voice, she prayed:
"O Allah, I turn to You for help against the fate about to befall me. I have no one and nothing but this daughter, who is everything to me. O Allah, protect my daughter Anusha from evil eyes." Having said this, she hurried back to retrieve Anusha.
Meanwhile, a man was speeding down the road leading to Freedom Radio. His only goal was to return to Abuja that day; he had no desire to stay in Kano. He slammed on the brakes so hard that Hajiya Zainab was startled, dropping the newspaper she was reading.
"Mus'ab, do you want to kill us? What kind of driving is this?" she demanded.
Mus'ab pouted and leaned his head against the car seat. "Allah, Hajiyata, I am so tired. I feel completely weak." Hajiya looked at him and shook her head, well aware of Mus'ab’s lazy tendencies. She dropped her newspaper and signaled him: “Out.”
He grumbled and moved to the passenger seat while she took the wheel, driving away calmly.
The mother hurried back to the alley where she had hidden Anusha. Her heart was pounding. When she reached the spot, she froze. Dizziness swamped her and the world went dark. She searched frantically, but Anusha was gone. There was no trace of her.
*(Author's Note: The author, Nimcy Luv, asks for comments/votes and mentions her other book "Sai Na Aureta".)*
**Section 6–10**
The mother let out a piercing scream, and soon a crowd gathered. She was inconsolable. An elderly woman, Baba Uwani, approached her. “Servant of Allah, what happened?”
Wiping her nose and crying, the mother replied, “My daughter! My Anusha! I hid her here while some men were chasing me to snatch her. Now I've come back and she’s gone.”
The crowd murmured in sympathy; child abductions and rituals were a known terror in the area. Baba Uwani asked, “What is your connection to these people who want to take your child?”
The woman, Khalisat, felt her heart race. She explained: “They have been stalking me for a long time. Since Anusha’s father was killed, life has been hard. We had nothing. One day, a man brought me a huge amount of food. I was hesitant, but he insisted it was just charity. Then, one night, men broke into my small house. I grabbed Anusha and fled through a back door. I overheard them saying the 'Boka' (ritualist) demanded her blood for a sacrifice tomorrow. I hid until they left. They hadn't returned until today. I had just stepped out to buy medicine for Anusha when I saw them behind me. I hid her here to lead them away... and now my joy is gone.”
Elsewhere, Hajiya Lubna was driving fast, also wanting to reach Abuja. As she turned into a side street to reach the main road, she spotted a small girl, no older than five, wandering. She slammed on the brakes just before hitting her. Mus'ab, who was busy on his laptop researching a political candidate, asked irritably, “Hajiyata, what happened now?”
"Oh my God, Lubna, what have I done?" Hajiya Lubna gasped, stepping out of the car. “Mus'ab, help me look at this girl.”
Mus'ab looked up, and the moment his eyes fell upon the child, he couldn't look away.
*(The text then shifts briefly to a scene involving "Diya" and an intense, emotional kiss with a character named Ahmad/A.J., serving as a teaser for the paid version of the book.)*
**Section 11–15**
Mus'ab watched the little girl (Anusha). She seemed dazed and wasn't responding to Hajiya’s questions. He went back to his laptop, researching Chairman Khaleel, a politician surrounded by “bad news.”
After 30 minutes, they were back on the road. Two hours into the trip, Mus'ab closed his laptop and looked at the girl sleeping next to him. He winced; she was dirty, smelled bad, and was drooling. Suddenly, he cried out as Anusha accidentally urinated, wetting his clothes. Hajiya laughed as she reversed the car.
"Don't just stare at me," she teased. “If you can't sit there, move to the back.”
Disgusted, Mus'ab moved to the back seat. He wondered why Hajiya had picked up this child. Did she know the parents? What was her plan? They reached Abuja at 10:00 PM.
**Section 16–20**
In Kano, Khalisat was starving and grieving. Suddenly, a woman named Inna Talatu barged into her house.
"I want my money!" Talatu screamed.
Khalisat begged for more time, crying. Talatu showed no mercy; she pushed past her and seized Khalisat’s only mattress and few clothes as payment for the debt, leaving her with nothing. Khalisat collapsed from hunger and grief, eventually rising only to perform ablution for the afternoon prayer.
In Singapore, a powerful man known as **Chairman A.J. (Ahmad)** was heading to a high-stakes meeting. He was in physical pain, clutching his groin, suffering from an intense "condition" or "desire" he couldn't resolve. He arrived at a grand hotel, where he was greeted with immense respect.
During the meeting, while discussing party challenges, a commotion broke out outside. A young woman was demanding to see him. A.J. told the security to let her in. The woman burst into the hall and threw herself onto his chest, weeping.
“For Allah's sake, Ahmad, have mercy on me and love me! If you don't, I will die!”
Back in Abuja, Hajiya Lubna was watching the news. Anusha, now cleaned up and wearing a beautiful dress given to her by Hajiya, walked into the parlor. Hajiya called her over, admiring the girl's beauty—her dark chocolate skin, large dimpled cheeks, and long hair.
"Baby, go and call your brother Mus'ab from that room," Hajiya said, pointing.
Anusha walked to the room and pushed the door open. Unknowingly, she entered at the exact moment Mus'ab’s towel had slipped down.
After a 30-minute journey, they arrived at a large manufacturing factory. Upon parking in the compound, the officer (Ahmad) ignored the woman (Khalisat) and walked inside. Khalisat quickly followed him into his office. He sat in his chair, and she pulled up another and sat down.
He looked at her and asked, “What is your educational level?”
Taking a breath, she replied, “A degree.”
His eyes widened. “From which school?”
"In Japan," she answered.
He closed his eyes, feeling she was mocking him. Who would believe someone with a degree from Japan would be out begging among street children? It seemed impossible. Thinking to himself—unaware she could sense his thoughts—he dismissed it as a lie.
She spoke up: “Destiny can bring anything, especially to us women. Please, help me with a job to protect my dignity. I have nothing left; fate has cornered me.”
He stood looking at her, unable to tell if she was lying because she kept her head down. "I am no fool," he said, pointing to the door. “Get out of my office, or else.”
Trembling, she pleaded with tears: “Please, Sir, help me.”
Suddenly, the door opened. A.J. stood up with a smile. "Welcome, Chairman Jazuli." They shook hands and began a long conversation. Eventually, Jazuli noticed Khalisat, whose heart was racing. "Who is she?" Jazuli asked.
The officer explained the situation dismissively, saying he didn't intend to hire her because her story sounded like a “disrespectful lie.”
Chairman Jazuli laughed. “So what if she lied? Your job is to help. Put your feelings aside and give her a chance.”
A.J. finally relented. “Okay, there is a small room near my office. Go there; food will be brought to you. It's late; we will talk tomorrow morning.”
He gave her the key, warning her to keep the door locked. Khalisat entered the room to find a sofa, a royal bed, a wardrobe, and a toilet. She lay down, crying over her past—specifically how she had defied her father for a man she loved.
A knock came. A young man handed her a bag that smelled of delicious food. It contained soda, cold water, chicken pepper soup, and "Dambun Shinkafa" (steamed rice grits) with fish and vegetables. She hadn't eaten like this since her husband died.
After eating, a strange, overwhelming physical sensation (intense desire/arousal) overcame her—unlike anything she felt even as a bride. She collapsed onto the carpet, writhing in pain and calling on Allah as her abdomen felt swollen. In a daze of physical agony and confusion, she ran to the door and opened it just as someone was entering.
**Parallel Scene: The School/Office**
A young woman entered Teacher Ameen’s office without permission. The room smelled wonderful from the AC and fragrance. She looked for him but he wasn't there. Seeing a large chocolate on the desk, she began to eat it. Overcome by sudden sleepiness, she removed her hijab and fell asleep on the sofa, chocolate still on her lips.
Teacher Ameen emerged from the office toilet, now dressed in a black outfit with red stitching. He looked for his chocolate, which he ate habitually like food, but realized it was gone. He saw the girl sleeping and was struck by her beauty. He thought to himself: “No matter what, **I Must Marry Her** (Sai Na Aure Ta).”
He wiped the remaining chocolate from her lips and ate it, savoring the taste. When she woke up and realized she was near him, she panicked, grabbed her hijab, and fled back to her room, where she cried to her friend Zuby, confused by her feelings for the teacher.
**The Tragedy: The Shooting of A.J.**
In Abuja, Hajiya (A.J.'s mother) was finishing her morning prayers when the sound of non-stop gunfire erupted. Terrified, she ran outside and met Najwa. The security guard, holding a large gun, told her to stay inside as the house was surrounded.
A security guard arrived covered in blood. In a panic, Hajiya asked what happened.
"Hajia, we need to go to the hospital where they took Chairman A.J.," he said.
She slapped him in shock when he used A.J.'s full name, Dr. Ahmad Tijjani Asasa. Najwa screamed, saying she couldn't live without Ahmad.
They raced to the hospital in Abuja, where they found Mus'ab pacing. A doctor emerged, drenched in sweat and blood, and delivered devastating news: **"Chairman A.J. is no more."**
Hajiya collapsed, but the doctor later clarified: they managed to save his life, but he was in critical condition. He had been shot twice—once in the chest (touching the heart) and once in the side.
The doctor explained a "big problem": A.J. suffered from a condition of extreme physical "drive" (arousal) that caused him physical pain in his groin. He had been using lemon juice to suppress it, which was harming him. The doctor's advice: **"He must get married immediately to have a healthy outlet, or he will have permanent health problems."**
**The Dark Act in Kano**
Back in the room in Kano, a man (implied to be A.J.'s political rival, following the "Boka's" orders) approached the dazed Khalisat. He laughed, vowing to ruin A.J.'s reputation and happiness in Abuja through her. Under the influence of the "condition" she was feeling, she was unable to resist. The man turned off the lights and assaulted her, while she felt a level of pain and sensation she had never known, even in her marriage.
*(The author ends by teasing the reason for the title "Raino ne Sila"—meaning the way one is raised/nurtured is the cause of their fate.)*
Kano State. Time: 6:30 PM, Monday, June 22nd.**
She was running as if she would take flight through a narrow, dark alley. The loud roar of the factory engines nearby drowned out her screams. She looked down at the child in her arms, who showed no sign of breathing. Turning back, she saw the men pursuing her with the intent of snatching the child. Seeing them closing in, she increased her speed. She ducked into a hidden alleyway known to few and quickly laid the girl down, covering her with a black cloth. She bolted out of the alley toward the main road; seeing the crowd of people there, the pursuers stopped following her.
She stood gasping for breath as hot tears rolled down her cheeks. With a trembling voice, she prayed:
"O Allah, I turn to You for help against the fate about to befall me. I have no one and nothing but this daughter, who is everything to me. O Allah, protect my daughter Anusha from evil eyes." Having said this, she hurried back to retrieve Anusha.
Meanwhile, a man was speeding down the road leading to Freedom Radio. His only goal was to return to Abuja that day; he had no desire to stay in Kano. He slammed on the brakes so hard that Hajiya Zainab was startled, dropping the newspaper she was reading.
"Mus'ab, do you want to kill us? What kind of driving is this?" she demanded.
Mus'ab pouted and leaned his head against the car seat. "Allah, Hajiyata, I am so tired. I feel completely weak." Hajiya looked at him and shook her head, well aware of Mus'ab’s lazy tendencies. She dropped her newspaper and signaled him: “Out.”
He grumbled and moved to the passenger seat while she took the wheel, driving away calmly.
The mother hurried back to the alley where she had hidden Anusha. Her heart was pounding. When she reached the spot, she froze. Dizziness swamped her and the world went dark. She searched frantically, but Anusha was gone. There was no trace of her.
*(Author's Note: The author, Nimcy Luv, asks for comments/votes and mentions her other book "Sai Na Aureta".)*
**Section 6–10**
The mother let out a piercing scream, and soon a crowd gathered. She was inconsolable. An elderly woman, Baba Uwani, approached her. “Servant of Allah, what happened?”
Wiping her nose and crying, the mother replied, “My daughter! My Anusha! I hid her here while some men were chasing me to snatch her. Now I've come back and she’s gone.”
The crowd murmured in sympathy; child abductions and rituals were a known terror in the area. Baba Uwani asked, “What is your connection to these people who want to take your child?”
The woman, Khalisat, felt her heart race. She explained: “They have been stalking me for a long time. Since Anusha’s father was killed, life has been hard. We had nothing. One day, a man brought me a huge amount of food. I was hesitant, but he insisted it was just charity. Then, one night, men broke into my small house. I grabbed Anusha and fled through a back door. I overheard them saying the 'Boka' (ritualist) demanded her blood for a sacrifice tomorrow. I hid until they left. They hadn't returned until today. I had just stepped out to buy medicine for Anusha when I saw them behind me. I hid her here to lead them away... and now my joy is gone.”
Elsewhere, Hajiya Lubna was driving fast, also wanting to reach Abuja. As she turned into a side street to reach the main road, she spotted a small girl, no older than five, wandering. She slammed on the brakes just before hitting her. Mus'ab, who was busy on his laptop researching a political candidate, asked irritably, “Hajiyata, what happened now?”
"Oh my God, Lubna, what have I done?" Hajiya Lubna gasped, stepping out of the car. “Mus'ab, help me look at this girl.”
Mus'ab looked up, and the moment his eyes fell upon the child, he couldn't look away.
*(The text then shifts briefly to a scene involving "Diya" and an intense, emotional kiss with a character named Ahmad/A.J., serving as a teaser for the paid version of the book.)*
**Section 11–15**
Mus'ab watched the little girl (Anusha). She seemed dazed and wasn't responding to Hajiya’s questions. He went back to his laptop, researching Chairman Khaleel, a politician surrounded by “bad news.”
After 30 minutes, they were back on the road. Two hours into the trip, Mus'ab closed his laptop and looked at the girl sleeping next to him. He winced; she was dirty, smelled bad, and was drooling. Suddenly, he cried out as Anusha accidentally urinated, wetting his clothes. Hajiya laughed as she reversed the car.
"Don't just stare at me," she teased. “If you can't sit there, move to the back.”
Disgusted, Mus'ab moved to the back seat. He wondered why Hajiya had picked up this child. Did she know the parents? What was her plan? They reached Abuja at 10:00 PM.
**Section 16–20**
In Kano, Khalisat was starving and grieving. Suddenly, a woman named Inna Talatu barged into her house.
"I want my money!" Talatu screamed.
Khalisat begged for more time, crying. Talatu showed no mercy; she pushed past her and seized Khalisat’s only mattress and few clothes as payment for the debt, leaving her with nothing. Khalisat collapsed from hunger and grief, eventually rising only to perform ablution for the afternoon prayer.
In Singapore, a powerful man known as **Chairman A.J. (Ahmad)** was heading to a high-stakes meeting. He was in physical pain, clutching his groin, suffering from an intense "condition" or "desire" he couldn't resolve. He arrived at a grand hotel, where he was greeted with immense respect.
During the meeting, while discussing party challenges, a commotion broke out outside. A young woman was demanding to see him. A.J. told the security to let her in. The woman burst into the hall and threw herself onto his chest, weeping.
“For Allah's sake, Ahmad, have mercy on me and love me! If you don't, I will die!”
Back in Abuja, Hajiya Lubna was watching the news. Anusha, now cleaned up and wearing a beautiful dress given to her by Hajiya, walked into the parlor. Hajiya called her over, admiring the girl's beauty—her dark chocolate skin, large dimpled cheeks, and long hair.
"Baby, go and call your brother Mus'ab from that room," Hajiya said, pointing.
Anusha walked to the room and pushed the door open. Unknowingly, she entered at the exact moment Mus'ab’s towel had slipped down.
After a 30-minute journey, they arrived at a large manufacturing factory. Upon parking in the compound, the officer (Ahmad) ignored the woman (Khalisat) and walked inside. Khalisat quickly followed him into his office. He sat in his chair, and she pulled up another and sat down.
He looked at her and asked, “What is your educational level?”
Taking a breath, she replied, “A degree.”
His eyes widened. “From which school?”
"In Japan," she answered.
He closed his eyes, feeling she was mocking him. Who would believe someone with a degree from Japan would be out begging among street children? It seemed impossible. Thinking to himself—unaware she could sense his thoughts—he dismissed it as a lie.
She spoke up: “Destiny can bring anything, especially to us women. Please, help me with a job to protect my dignity. I have nothing left; fate has cornered me.”
He stood looking at her, unable to tell if she was lying because she kept her head down. "I am no fool," he said, pointing to the door. “Get out of my office, or else.”
Trembling, she pleaded with tears: “Please, Sir, help me.”
Suddenly, the door opened. A.J. stood up with a smile. "Welcome, Chairman Jazuli." They shook hands and began a long conversation. Eventually, Jazuli noticed Khalisat, whose heart was racing. "Who is she?" Jazuli asked.
The officer explained the situation dismissively, saying he didn't intend to hire her because her story sounded like a “disrespectful lie.”
Chairman Jazuli laughed. “So what if she lied? Your job is to help. Put your feelings aside and give her a chance.”
A.J. finally relented. “Okay, there is a small room near my office. Go there; food will be brought to you. It's late; we will talk tomorrow morning.”
He gave her the key, warning her to keep the door locked. Khalisat entered the room to find a sofa, a royal bed, a wardrobe, and a toilet. She lay down, crying over her past—specifically how she had defied her father for a man she loved.
A knock came. A young man handed her a bag that smelled of delicious food. It contained soda, cold water, chicken pepper soup, and "Dambun Shinkafa" (steamed rice grits) with fish and vegetables. She hadn't eaten like this since her husband died.
After eating, a strange, overwhelming physical sensation (intense desire/arousal) overcame her—unlike anything she felt even as a bride. She collapsed onto the carpet, writhing in pain and calling on Allah as her abdomen felt swollen. In a daze of physical agony and confusion, she ran to the door and opened it just as someone was entering.
**Parallel Scene: The School/Office**
A young woman entered Teacher Ameen’s office without permission. The room smelled wonderful from the AC and fragrance. She looked for him but he wasn't there. Seeing a large chocolate on the desk, she began to eat it. Overcome by sudden sleepiness, she removed her hijab and fell asleep on the sofa, chocolate still on her lips.
Teacher Ameen emerged from the office toilet, now dressed in a black outfit with red stitching. He looked for his chocolate, which he ate habitually like food, but realized it was gone. He saw the girl sleeping and was struck by her beauty. He thought to himself: “No matter what, **I Must Marry Her** (Sai Na Aure Ta).”
He wiped the remaining chocolate from her lips and ate it, savoring the taste. When she woke up and realized she was near him, she panicked, grabbed her hijab, and fled back to her room, where she cried to her friend Zuby, confused by her feelings for the teacher.
**The Tragedy: The Shooting of A.J.**
In Abuja, Hajiya (A.J.'s mother) was finishing her morning prayers when the sound of non-stop gunfire erupted. Terrified, she ran outside and met Najwa. The security guard, holding a large gun, told her to stay inside as the house was surrounded.
A security guard arrived covered in blood. In a panic, Hajiya asked what happened.
"Hajia, we need to go to the hospital where they took Chairman A.J.," he said.
She slapped him in shock when he used A.J.'s full name, Dr. Ahmad Tijjani Asasa. Najwa screamed, saying she couldn't live without Ahmad.
They raced to the hospital in Abuja, where they found Mus'ab pacing. A doctor emerged, drenched in sweat and blood, and delivered devastating news: **"Chairman A.J. is no more."**
Hajiya collapsed, but the doctor later clarified: they managed to save his life, but he was in critical condition. He had been shot twice—once in the chest (touching the heart) and once in the side.
The doctor explained a "big problem": A.J. suffered from a condition of extreme physical "drive" (arousal) that caused him physical pain in his groin. He had been using lemon juice to suppress it, which was harming him. The doctor's advice: **"He must get married immediately to have a healthy outlet, or he will have permanent health problems."**
**The Dark Act in Kano**
Back in the room in Kano, a man (implied to be A.J.'s political rival, following the "Boka's" orders) approached the dazed Khalisat. He laughed, vowing to ruin A.J.'s reputation and happiness in Abuja through her. Under the influence of the "condition" she was feeling, she was unable to resist. The man turned off the lights and assaulted her, while she felt a level of pain and sensation she had never known, even in her marriage.
*(The author ends by teasing the reason for the title "Raino ne Sila"—meaning the way one is raised/nurtured is the cause of their fate.)*