Yasmeen and the others kept watching her until she finished the call. She ended it and sat down, turning her back to them.
They looked at each other before Yasmeen said,
“Meerah, give me the phone so I can take some pictures and send them to mine.”
Meemah gave her a suspicious look. Meerah handed over the phone and began arranging her clothes. Yasmeen quickly took it and left the room.
Meemah stood up and moved to where Meerah was sitting, staring at her. Meerah looked back and said,
“Meemah, you don’t believe me.”
“How can I believe you when you’re not telling the truth? I’m your twin. We came from the same womb on the same day. Who would know your character better than me?”
Meerah remained silent, staring at her fingers. Meemah sat beside her, lifting her face gently.
“Tell me the truth. What really happened? Because this doesn’t look like kidnapping at all.”
Immediately, tears filled Meerah’s eyes. As if she had been waiting to cry, she burst into tears and fell into Meemah’s arms.
“Subhanallah, I knew something happened. It’s okay, love, everything will pass. Tell me what happened,” Meemah said, rubbing her back soothingly.
“Meemah, why does our destiny always come like this? Did we commit a sin without knowing? If I had known this fate would come, I wouldn’t have rushed into this world—”
Meemah quickly covered her mouth, shaking her head.
“Whatever happened was written destiny. Don’t speak against fate, Meerah.”
Meerah sighed. “If I tell you everything, please don’t blame me. It will only make my heart more troubled.”
Meemah smiled softly. “You can never be at fault in my eyes. Tell me everything. If you need advice, I’ll give it. If you need to cry, we’ll cry together.”
After another deep sigh, Meerah began.
“Do you know Alyan?”
“Which Alyan?”
“The one we worked for at the company. The one I embarrassed that day with Yaya Mansoor.”
“Ohhh, yes, I remember.”
“Since the day I spilled coffee on him, he became fixated on me…”
She told her everything in tears, ending with,
“If I had known this would happen, I swear I would never have looked for a job at that company.”
Meemah also cried.
“I don’t see your fault, love. Only God knows what was hidden between you.”
“He treated me like a prostitute… like food.”
Meemah hugged her tightly.
“It hurts, but if you can endure it, continue your life as if nothing happened. But stop working at that company. Since he gave you his ATM card, use it to pay your part three school fees and continue your studies.”
Meerah quickly lifted her head.
“And what about you?”
“God will provide for me too.”
“No. However I do it, you’ll do it too.”
Meemah smiled.
“So what about your love for Yaya Mansoor?”
Meerah looked shocked. “Which Mansoor?”
“The one you know.”
“There’s no love in my life anymore. Everything I was proud of was taken from me by force. Even the way I look at men now…”
“Don’t say things like that. If you don’t want Mansoor, there’s Jameel,” Meemah joked.
Meerah only smiled weakly.
---
Later, in India / Delhi, he lay on his big bed during a video call with Ammy. She noticed his worry.
“My son, is something wrong?”
He stayed silent.
“Meeyah!!!” he suddenly blurted.
Ammy looked surprised. “Who is that? Whose daughter has confused you like this?”
He brushed his hair. “Ammy, I’m sleepy. Goodnight.”
He prayed long voluntary prayers before finally sleeping near 3 a.m., waking again for Fajr prayer.
After prayer, he bumped into a beautiful girl who hugged him from behind, speaking in English about missing him. He angrily pushed her away.
“I don’t love you. Don’t act crazy.”
She ran off crying. He warned the security not to allow anyone inside and returned home.
At 8:02 a.m. (12:32 p.m. Nigeria time), he called “Best Choice.”
---
Back in Nigeria, Meerah accidentally confessed during a sleepy phone call that she missed him — even the intimacy they shared. Realizing what she said, she panicked and switched off her phone.
Two weeks passed.
Meerah paid her school fees using the ATM card — even covering Meemah and Yasmeen’s registration. Mansoor was shocked but said nothing.
At school, she met Laylerh (Amina Junaid Dala), sister of Alyan — a wealthy and popular man in Kaduna. Laylerh openly teased her, calling her “In-law” and insisting Alyan was her future husband.
Later, Yasmeen revealed shocking rumors: Alyan once faced an accusation of rape from a girl who claimed he impregnated her. A DNA/genotype test proved the child wasn’t his. The matter even reached court before the truth came out.
Meerah was shaken deeply by this information.
Soon after, she started vomiting unexpectedly.
---
That night at home, the smell of meat made her nauseous. She rushed to vomit again. Mansoor examined her carefully and handed Meemah something to check.
After a moment of tense silence, he announced:
“Mama… the girl is pregnant.”
Shock filled the room.
Mama gasped.
“Meerah!!!”
Yasmeen nearly fainted.
Mansoor’s eyes turned red with anger.
“Who is the father of this pregnancy?!”
Meerah hid behind Meemah, crying.
He dragged her forward roughly.
“If you don’t tell me who made you pregnant, I swear I’ll almost kill you in this house — and we will remove the pregnancy!”
Yasmeen and the others kept watching her until she finished the call. She ended it and sat down, turning her back to them.
They looked at each other before Yasmeen said,
“Meerah, give me the phone so I can take some pictures and send them to mine.”
Meemah gave her a suspicious look. Meerah handed over the phone and began arranging her clothes. Yasmeen quickly took it and left the room.
Meemah stood up and moved to where Meerah was sitting, staring at her. Meerah looked back and said,
“Meemah, you don’t believe me.”
“How can I believe you when you’re not telling the truth? I’m your twin. We came from the same womb on the same day. Who would know your character better than me?”
Meerah remained silent, staring at her fingers. Meemah sat beside her, lifting her face gently.
“Tell me the truth. What really happened? Because this doesn’t look like kidnapping at all.”
Immediately, tears filled Meerah’s eyes. As if she had been waiting to cry, she burst into tears and fell into Meemah’s arms.
“Subhanallah, I knew something happened. It’s okay, love, everything will pass. Tell me what happened,” Meemah said, rubbing her back soothingly.
“Meemah, why does our destiny always come like this? Did we commit a sin without knowing? If I had known this fate would come, I wouldn’t have rushed into this world—”
Meemah quickly covered her mouth, shaking her head.
“Whatever happened was written destiny. Don’t speak against fate, Meerah.”
Meerah sighed. “If I tell you everything, please don’t blame me. It will only make my heart more troubled.”
Meemah smiled softly. “You can never be at fault in my eyes. Tell me everything. If you need advice, I’ll give it. If you need to cry, we’ll cry together.”
After another deep sigh, Meerah began.
“Do you know Alyan?”
“Which Alyan?”
“The one we worked for at the company. The one I embarrassed that day with Yaya Mansoor.”
“Ohhh, yes, I remember.”
“Since the day I spilled coffee on him, he became fixated on me…”
She told her everything in tears, ending with,
“If I had known this would happen, I swear I would never have looked for a job at that company.”
Meemah also cried.
“I don’t see your fault, love. Only God knows what was hidden between you.”
“He treated me like a prostitute… like food.”
Meemah hugged her tightly.
“It hurts, but if you can endure it, continue your life as if nothing happened. But stop working at that company. Since he gave you his ATM card, use it to pay your part three school fees and continue your studies.”
Meerah quickly lifted her head.
“And what about you?”
“God will provide for me too.”
“No. However I do it, you’ll do it too.”
Meemah smiled.
“So what about your love for Yaya Mansoor?”
Meerah looked shocked. “Which Mansoor?”
“The one you know.”
“There’s no love in my life anymore. Everything I was proud of was taken from me by force. Even the way I look at men now…”
“Don’t say things like that. If you don’t want Mansoor, there’s Jameel,” Meemah joked.
Meerah only smiled weakly.
---
Later, in India / Delhi, he lay on his big bed during a video call with Ammy. She noticed his worry.
“My son, is something wrong?”
He stayed silent.
“Meeyah!!!” he suddenly blurted.
Ammy looked surprised. “Who is that? Whose daughter has confused you like this?”
He brushed his hair. “Ammy, I’m sleepy. Goodnight.”
He prayed long voluntary prayers before finally sleeping near 3 a.m., waking again for Fajr prayer.
After prayer, he bumped into a beautiful girl who hugged him from behind, speaking in English about missing him. He angrily pushed her away.
“I don’t love you. Don’t act crazy.”
She ran off crying. He warned the security not to allow anyone inside and returned home.
At 8:02 a.m. (12:32 p.m. Nigeria time), he called “Best Choice.”
---
Back in Nigeria, Meerah accidentally confessed during a sleepy phone call that she missed him — even the intimacy they shared. Realizing what she said, she panicked and switched off her phone.
Two weeks passed.
Meerah paid her school fees using the ATM card — even covering Meemah and Yasmeen’s registration. Mansoor was shocked but said nothing.
At school, she met Laylerh (Amina Junaid Dala), sister of Alyan — a wealthy and popular man in Kaduna. Laylerh openly teased her, calling her “In-law” and insisting Alyan was her future husband.
Later, Yasmeen revealed shocking rumors: Alyan once faced an accusation of rape from a girl who claimed he impregnated her. A DNA/genotype test proved the child wasn’t his. The matter even reached court before the truth came out.
Meerah was shaken deeply by this information.
Soon after, she started vomiting unexpectedly.
---
That night at home, the smell of meat made her nauseous. She rushed to vomit again. Mansoor examined her carefully and handed Meemah something to check.
After a moment of tense silence, he announced:
“Mama… the girl is pregnant.”
Shock filled the room.
Mama gasped.
“Meerah!!!”
Yasmeen nearly fainted.
Mansoor’s eyes turned red with anger.
“Who is the father of this pregnancy?!”
Meerah hid behind Meemah, crying.
He dragged her forward roughly.
“If you don’t tell me who made you pregnant, I swear I’ll almost kill you in this house — and we will remove the pregnancy!”