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SHIRIN ALLAH 

A wild, deafening slap—one that threatened to rob her of her hearing and sight—landed squarely on her face. She sank straight to the floor, holding her cheek as tears poured down like a broken, leaking tap over her face.

"Shut your mouth! You foolish, hypocritical, senseless girl... Do you actually think you have any pathetic excuse that can stop this wedding? How dare you even talk back about this marriage? Are you trying to show the world that you are truly a shameless, ill-mannered wretch? Well, let me tell you: even if a jinn tries, it cannot stop this wedding. Unless he is the one who comes to say he is calling it off, you are way too insignificant to stop it!"

With a heartbreaking, agonizing cry that barely registered with the listener—as he remained completely unmoved—she began to say: "I agree, Baba Alhaji... let my wedding be held the day after tomorrow. I agree for you to choose a husband for me from anywhere...! No matter what he is like... whether poor or disabled, no matter how old or young..! Whether his heart is white or black, I will live with him, rather than have you force me into marriage with that tyrant. Please, Baba, have mercy on me..." She ended with heavy sobbing, almost passing out.

He shot her a vicious glare and said: "Even if you die, your wedding to FAIZAN will take place the day after tomorrow! And no matter what he does to you, you will live with him, you fool, you ungrateful wretch! You are not powerful enough to make me argue with my older brother over something that is meant to help me! I am certain that Faizan himself doesn't desire to marry a shameless good-for-nothing like you either!"

She looked at her father with a shattered gaze. He was calling her a good-for-nothing right to her face. She wept with a bitter, soul-crushing grief. This wasn't everyone else's fault; it was her parents'. They were the ones who had thrown her into this nightmarish life. But how could they be so unjust as to tie her down to the person she loathed more than anyone else in the entire world? What kind of marriage were they going to have? He despised her even more than she hated him.

She scrambled up and bolted out, weeping uncontrollably, completely uncaring about the large crowd gathered at the house to witness this cursed, ill-fated wedding—as she called it. She collapsed onto her mother’s lap, sobbing frantically.

"Ammi! Baba Alhaji don't love me, Ammi. Ammi, please do something before they kill me before my time is up! Ammi, I swear I hate him. Ammi, I don't want him, I don't love him. Have mercy on me, Ammi..!" Ammi stroked her head, a deep, frozen sorrow gripping her heart. If there was anyone she loathed in this life, it was Faizan’s mother and father. Why did every single aspect of her life and her family have to be dictated by their orders?

God alone knew the kind of marriage she currently endured with her own husband, all because of them. Why did she have no autonomy in her own home with her husband? What made them superior? Money? Status? Why was Professor's order always placed above everyone else's in Sulaiman's life? Where was the love Jaddah claimed to have for Fauziyya?

"Fauziyya, be patient. I tried every possible way to see that this marriage did not happen, but I failed because my own marriage is hanging by a thread. Brace your heart and let the wedding proceed, but I will never force you to live with him or submit to him... Once again, Aisha has defeated me."

Fauziyya let go of Ammi, scrambled up, and rushed out once more, her eyes blinded by tears, searching desperately for a way out. She burst into Jaddah’s suite in a panic, completely unaware of the people present. She began to scream:

"I will kill myself! I swear to God I will kill myself.... The very day my wedding prayers are said with that tyrant, I swear I will die! Carry my corpse to his room instead... Forgive me, Jaddah..."

A steady, cold voice filled with anger and deep pain pierced her ears—a "no-nonsense" tone, a voice she detested more than anyone and anything else in the world. The sound struck her ears and body like a thunderclap...

"Did you hear that, Baba? I have never argued with you in my life. I have never turned white into black when you declared it white. Just this once, for God's sake, do not force me to do what I cannot. I would rather go to hell than be forced into this marriage, because I cannot be just between her and Fatima. Above all that, Baba, I have no desire to mix my bloodline with a promiscuous woman...! If this wedding is conducted, both I and my family have been wronged..." A deafening slap cut him off.

He slowly lifted his bloodshot eyes and stared at her for several minutes without uttering a word. For the very first time in his life, his mother had laid a hand on him—all because of this plague. He rose in blind fury and stormed out like a viper.

"What is your justification for refusing this marriage?" Jaddah threw the question at her for the first time, staring straight at her.

She remained silent, weeping bitterly, because the word promiscuous that he had hurled at her stung her right to the core of her heart.

"You have no justification? Then get out of my room." Seeing the expression on Jaddah's face, Fauziyya backed away slowly and hurried out, still crying.

Jaddah pressed her temples, deeply distressed by the unfolding tragedies within her family. She glanced at him as he sat in brooding silence. After a moment, he looked up at Jaddah with deep respect and said: "Truly, my mind is troubled and constrained, Hajiya! I have never done anything in my entire life up to the position I hold today that has brought me such disgrace. I have even officiated marriages for neighbors who welcomed them with joy, let alone my own flesh and blood..."

He paused briefly before looking at Mammi and saying: "Inform your son that from now until this wedding is conducted, if I ever hear his voice arguing about this marriage again, I disown him forever!"

They all stared at him in sheer terror. Indeed, his anger was profound for Baba Prof to utter such a final word.

He stood up and walked out without another word. Instead of heading to his own quarters, he walked toward his younger brother Sulaiman's apartment. He offered brief greetings to the women gathered in the courtyard and walked all the way to Sulaiman’s parlor, where Baba Alhaji—who was about to eat—quickly stood up, exclaiming: "Yaya! You could have just called me on the phone instead of coming yourself!"

With his hands clasped behind his back, standing with the calm dignity of deep Islamic scholarship, he replied: "There was no need for that, Sulaiman, because I want you to know this is an important message. I want you to inform Fauziyya that if you—her biological father—let me hear even a hint of the kind of talk she brought to Hajiya's quarters just now, I will disown her before the world forever!"

Sulaiman quickly looked up at his older brother, his heart pounding. Although the words were harsh, they were willing to go to any lengths to protect their dignity from being dragged in the mud—the very dignity that had been upheld in the eyes of people even before her mother was married.

"Forgive me, Yaya. In sha Allah, this will not happen again."

"May God make it so!" Baba Prof said as he turned and walked out, simultaneously acknowledging Baba Alhaji's morning greetings.

He lingered in the courtyard for a long time, pacing back and forth, before finally walking toward his door after letting out a heavy sigh...

What do you think? What are your predictions for this new book? Who are these family members? What is happening in this house? What is the root cause of the hatred they hold for one another? Why does everyone fling the word "promiscuous" at Fauza? What kind of life will they live after putting fire and cotton under the same roof? Is there any benefit in this marriage or none at all? Will it actually take place, or not?

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Her eyes were completely swollen and shut, altering her appearance entirely. She glanced at the room's clock for the umpteenth time. The light streaming through the window showed it was 12:30 AM. She heaved herself up into a sitting position, her head feeling as heavy as if the mountain of Dala had been placed upon it.

Her eyes drifted to her handbag with intense focus and worry. She pulled it closer, zipped it open, and withdrew a small white container, clutching it tightly in her hand. She surveyed their bedroom—a room holding half and a quarter of the history of her life. Among those sleeping, none could claim close ties; they were mostly distant relatives who had come for a wedding she never anticipated would happen until she saw the final preparations being made late into the night. Straight away, she could tell that five of her family members in that room were currently with their mothers, who had also found no peace since the issue arose.

Her own sister, with whom she shared a mother, had moved to another room to avoid her noise. Gathering her strength, she stood up as dizziness threatened to knock her down. Stealthily, she crept to the door, opened it, and slipped out. No one was in the courtyard, though she could see light glowing from her father's quarters, indicating he was still wide awake. Her hands trembled as she unlatched the small gate of their section and stepped out into the main compound, which housed several suites.

She headed toward the dark back area where light was scarce. Standing there, her eyes fixed on the white plastic container bearing the label Sniper and an illustration of insects, hot, searing tears streamed down her face. Her father's harsh, burning final words echoed in her ears as if he were speaking them right now...

"Fauziyya, I never knew you were truly a shameless, rebellious wretch until you stood before Jaddah and Yaya claiming you would kill yourself over something meant to be a favor to you. Do you think any parents would agree to let their son marry a woman like you? Even I—(he pointed to his chest)—if Farhan came to me proposing marriage to a woman with your character, Fauziyya, I swear to you I would not consent to it. If you give birth, please kill your own child after the wedding, you thoughtless wretch... From the moment you take your own life, I sever all ties with you. I will curse your corpse before it is buried. As for bathing and funeral prayers, certainly not in my house, because I will never pray for an infidel—just as you know the ruling that anyone who commits suicide dies an infidel... Please, don't stop, get out and leave me!"

She wept bitterly, feeling her heart twist in agony. Why did no one bother to understand her? Why always her? Her hands shaking, she unscrewed the cap of the Sniper bottle and brought it toward her lips. Her whole body shook violently. Better to die and leave them all behind in this misery. A rustling sound behind her made her spin around instantly, and their eyes locked.

His hands were casually slipped into the pockets of his sleek white pajama trousers, which outlined his muscular, charismatic, and imposing male physique. His sharp eyes settled on her hand for a moment, lifted to lock with hers, and then he let out a sharp hiss. With the proud stride of a warrior man, he walked toward her until he almost brushed past her, then stopped short. In a voice that could captivate women, he said:

"Death is far sweeter to you than marrying me! Grave life will feel much more comforting if you die an infidel after the kind of life I have prepared for you, should anyone ever say the wedding prayers over you! Faizan has never committed fornication, and by God's grace, he will never marry an adulteress. Drill that into your thick lunatic skull..." With that, he spat on the ground and walked past without a backward glance.

The trouble Fatima had stirred up for him was more than enough. If Fauziyya died, he would be the happiest man alive, I swear. He heard her scream, but it didn't make him look back as he entered the young men's quarters where his room had been since before his marriage.

She sank to her knees, weeping a soul-crushing cry. What kind of wicked destiny was this? Was this the person she was supposed to be celebrating as her husband? The very person who was the root cause of the destruction of her happiness? If he hadn’t meddled in the course of her life, none of this would have happened...

Quickly raising the bottle back to her mouth, she prepared to swallow, but someone knocked the bottle away with a swift motion. Before she could look up, a heavy slap landed on her already swollen face.

"Fauziyya??? Innalillahi wainna ilahi rajiun..!" Even without looking up, she recognized Jaddah's voice. Jaddah yanked her up, dragged her through the courtyard toward her suite, bypassed the people in the parlor, and hurried straight into Fauza's own assigned room (which was currently occupied by visiting relatives from Maiduguri). They entered Jaddah's inner room instead, where Jaddah sat her down on the bed and snapped:

"Fauziyya, are you in your right mind? Why are you trying to kill us before our time is up? Let us deal with one thing at a time! Do you even know your punishment from the moment you commit such an act? Hellfire! Do you even know what eternal damnation in the fire means? Come on, Fauziyya! Where is your education? What disaster is worse than casting yourself into destruction? All because of marrying your cousin, because of a mess you brought upon yourself?"

She shook her head amidst heavy sobs, her hands clutching her head. The entire world felt suffocated; she felt as though she had been locked inside a pitch-black, scorching prison. She couldn't speak, so Jaddah continued:

"If I hadn't heard your screaming outside, we wouldn't even be having this conversation, Fauziyya. Who brought this item to you? How did it get into your hands?"

Jaddah raised her voice sharply until Fauziyya choked out through a raspy whisper: "Sakinah!"

"So those are your fine friends, Fauziyya?" Softening her tone slightly, Jaddah added: "Fauziyya, all these events happening are ordained by God, not by our making. I assure you that Faizan is your ultimate good. If you see this wedding take place, it was preordained from above! Wallahi, seeing you in this state tears my peace apart."

Shaking her head because no one else could see what she was foreseeing, she began: "Why Faizan, Jaddah? Why? Please help me, Jaddah. Marriage isn't entered into today just to walk out tomorrow—no! When you marry, you are supposed to stay together forever until death parts you. How can you expect me to envision happiness and a permanent life with my enemy, whose sole desire is always to see tears in my eyes? A man who never loved me for even a single second! Jaddah, if you stop me from dying, I swear I will run away!"

Jaddah smacked her hand away angrily and said: "Haba Fauziyya, why are you so stubborn? This wedding will take place since your parents have already decided it. Who caused this in the first place? Given your upbringing, I never imagined you would do something like this. You had better bring peace to your heart and accept this marriage. Even if it's your corpse, I consent to it being carried to Faizan's house to rest however you please. No father will ever approve of marrying you once they investigate your background, so it's better we save our own face early. From now on, if I catch you even near the door of this room..."

With that, she climbed onto the bed, lay down, and turned off the lights. Fauza remained seated on the floor by the bedside, occasionally wiping away tears, her heart pitch-black until sleep eventually overtook her.

She had no idea when dawn broke because Jaddah didn't wake her, knowing she wasn't praying—since her father had subjected her to pregnancy and HIV tests before relenting on stopping Faizan from marrying her, even though Faizan's parents didn't care about any of that.

The commotion and shouts coming from the courtyard startled her awake. Though she didn't want to get up, the mounting noise prompted her to stand. Wiping her swollen, exhausted face ravaged by trauma, she headed outside. In her experience, whenever there was a commotion at Baba Prof's house involving Fauziyya, it meant trouble. What was happening today?

She stopped at the threshold of Jaddah's gate, watching the women gathered in the courtyard, with even more clustered around their section. Just as she was about to turn back because she couldn't see what was going on, she caught sight of him approaching with Fatima. Both of them looked distressed, and one look at his face made it obvious he didn't harbor an ounce of affection for her. Straining her eyes, she saw what looked like blood trickling down Fatima's legs—a sign that the pregnancy he had so fiercely obsessed over was gone.

She curled her lip, feeling a flicker of malicious satisfaction in her heart. Let him experience misery just as she was doing. Just as she turned to go back inside, one of their female relatives remarked aloud: "Ah, I pity that girl. A co-wife is no small matter in this era, especially the kind of co-wife you grew up with like a sister, while your mothers are married to the same man!"

Another relative, who was a blood relation of Fatima's mother, replied: "That is pure selfishness, plain to see. The bride was clearly forced on him; his initial outrage showed everything. Oh dear, Fatima was nearly five months pregnant, and she lost it all because of this cursed marriage!"

Fauziyya turned around and went back inside, amazed at herself. For the first time ever, something happened concerning Fauxa, and she simply shrugged it off and walked away. Truly, what truly weighed on her mind overshadowed everything else.

She settled once more onto Jaddah's bed, plunging back into an endless cycle of brooding thoughts. She looked up as someone entered.

"Ya Fadeelah!" She called out the name softly before casting her eyes downward. Fadeelah was her older sister, the eldest female among their siblings. She didn't have much of a close bond with anyone in the house except Jaddah and Fa'iza—though she knew Fa'iza wouldn't come near her right now even if she were intoxicated.

Fadeelah walked over, sat beside her, and took her hand. "Fauxa! Have you looked at how you've withered away? Is this really Fauxa? The Fauza I know could never sit quietly for two minutes without picking a fight or talking about someone? Fauxa is mine...!"

Fauziyya looked up, frowning slightly. "No, Ya Fadeelah, except for the bad one."

Fadeelah burst out laughing, and Fauza managed a faint smile as they both remembered how her signature phrase when Fatima was around used to be proudly proclaimed: "Fauziyya belongs to everyone except the bad one." And now, divine destiny had forced them under the same roof as co-wives.

"Aren't you going to ask when I arrived? Or where the kids are?"

Fauziyya raised her eyes to look at her in exhaustion. "Ya, stop being nice, please. That's not how we are."

Squeezing her hand, Fadeelah said: "I know, but now I want us to be better than that... Fauziyya, you are still young, yet God has tested you with marrying someone you considered your lifelong enemy, and tied you to someone you and her never loved as a co-wife from the day she arrived as a ward. You aren't going to live in Yola where Jaddah or Ammi could keep an eye on things; you are going to Abuja, where it's just the two of you. You really need a guardian. Please, Fauxa, grow up and let me be the good sister I should have been from the start."

Hot tears fell as Fauziyya stared at Fadeelah. "Ya Fadeelah, even you want me to just accept this and live with my enemy, knowing how much we loathe each other? And as for his wife, we couldn't even stand each other for two minutes! Ya Fadeelah, wallahi, wallahi, I never committed fornication. Why is everyone pinning this false testimony on me when it's all Faizan's malice?"

Fadeelah squeezed her hand again. "Fauziyya, pray, do you hear me? Ease your heart and assume this marriage is your blessing and your paradise. Don't forget that what an elder sees from atop a hill, a youth cannot see even if they climb a mountain. Right now, all our parents are furious with both of you, especially you because of your stubborn heart. Fatima has become a pathetic figure, lying there in the hospital having lost the pregnancy she so deeply desired."

Fauziyya retorted, "Ya Fadeelah, it's all hypocrisy! I have never in my life seen a hypocrite like Fatima!"

Fadeela pressed her palms to her face in exasperation. Fauza turned her head away. Soon, Fadyaa walked in, and together they tried to counsel her. But she possessed an impossible, stubborn streak—unyielding as ancient stone. With great difficulty, they managed to get her to bathe and eat something. Fadyaa eventually left, leaving Fauziyya with Fadeelah, who continued patiently dispensing advice.

The walimah (reception) scheduled for that day had initially been cancelled, but Baba Prof insisted it proceed since invitations had already gone out. Faizan had assumed the wedding would be called off the next day given everything that had happened, but by the evening of the walimah, Mammi had intervened to ensure the bride emerged, while Fatima remained hospitalized. Upon waking up, Fatima wept continuously, and doctors assured Faizan her blood pressure had spiked dangerously, urging him to avoid anything that would upset her further.

He had returned home holding that medical report, thinking it would serve as his leverage to escape this cursed wedding. But his expectations proved false. The very next morning, massive crowds from different towns—including traditional rulers and politicians—gathered...

Summary

The narrative revolves around Fauziyya (Fauza), a young woman subjected to intense emotional abuse, betrayal, and a forced marriage to Faizan, a man she passionately loathes and who equally despises her. Her family—including her father, Baba Alhaji, and her influential uncle, Baba Prof—unflinchingly enforce the union under pressure from powerful social dynamics, dismissing her desperate protests and even a suicide attempt with harsh condemnation.

Fauza finds herself trapped between familial tyranny, the hostility of her co-wife and rival Fatima (who has recently lost a pregnancy amidst the chaos), and a community that brands her a sinner. Despite her desperate resistance, suicide threats, and attempts to escape her fate, her family remains utterly unyielding. As the text concludes, the pre-arranged wedding preparations stubbornly press forward, drawing crowds of dignitaries, leaving Fauza emotionally broken and bracing for a nightmarish marital life.

Description

The text is a dramatic excerpt from a Hausa romantic-drama fiction titled DIGDIGAR KAYA... (Mai wuyar tsincewa) authored by Fatima Muhammad Gurin. Written in rich, emotive prose common to contemporary Hausa literature (Littattafan Soyayya), the excerpt vividly captures themes of parental authoritarianism, toxic family politics, forced marriage, intense rivalry, depression, and existential despair. It employs sensory-heavy descriptions—from stinging slaps and tear-stained faces to sterile hospital rooms and toxic household dynamics—to immerse the reader in the profound psychological turmoil of the protagonist.

Analytics

• Character Dynamics & Conflict: The core conflict is multi-layered:
  • Intergenerational Conflict: Authoritarian patriarchal figures (Baba Prof, Baba Alhaji) versus youthful autonomy and emotional survival (Fauza).
  • Interpersonal Enmity: The toxic, pre-existing hatred between Fauza and Faizan, exacerbated by the introduction of a forced marital bond.
  • Polygamous Rivalry: The deep-seated animosity between Fauza and Fatima, further inflamed by shared domestic spaces and competing status.
• Thematic Motifs:
  • Coercion and Loss of Agency: Fauza's utter lack of control over her body, future, and relationships highlights the oppressive weight of family honor over individual well-being.
  • Despair and Self-Destruction: The recurring motif of suicide (the Sniper poison episode) underscores the extreme psychological breaking point of a trapped youth.
  • Reputation vs. Reality: The older generation's obsession with public image and societal respect (mutunci) completely overrides empathy for their children's mental health.
• Literary Tone: Melodramatic, tense, emotionally heavy, and fast-paced, utilizing dialogue and internal monologues to maximize dramatic tension.

Comments

• Emotional Resonance: The author successfully evokes deep empathy for Fauziyya. The visceral depiction of her helplessness—where even her mother admits defeat against systemic patriarchal pressure—makes her resort to self-harm feel like a tragic, desperate cry for help rather than mere rebellion.
• Characterization: Faizan and Baba Prof come across as rigid and merciless, while characters like Fadeelah attempt to bridge the gap between harsh reality and emotional survival, adding psychological depth to the household's ecosystem.
• Pacing and Engagement: The excerpt effectively utilizes cliffhangers and intense emotional peaks, keeping the reader hooked on the unfolding tragedy and the psychological aftermath of the impending forced union.

Conclusions

The impending marriage between Fauziyya and Faizan is less a union of compatibility and more a collision of mutual destruction engineered by uncompromising family elders. Driven by pride, social hierarchy, and unyielding patriarchal decrees, the household is hurtling toward a volatile future. Rather than fostering harmony, this forced alliance promises a toxic battleground where two hostile adversaries—alongside a bitter co-wife—are trapped under one roof, guaranteeing that the fallout will affect not just the couple, but the entire extended family.