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THE PRICE OF LOVE (TUKUICIN SO) - CHAPTER 1

By Billy S. Fari Presented by: Haske Writers Association (💡)

The morning rush at the university was relentless. It was already 8:00 AM, and time was quickly ticking toward 8:30 AM—the exact hour her scheduled lecture began. Knowing her tense, turbulent history with the strict lecturer who taught the morning course, she desperately needed to beat the clock. Panic gripped her chest as she floored the gas pedal, completely ignoring campus speed limits and safety regulations. She prayed desperately to reach the classroom before the lecturer arrived, well aware that walking in late would spark an explosive confrontation.

Lost in anxious thoughts as she navigated the sharp corner leading toward the lecture hall, disaster struck. She slammed hard on the brakes, her heart leaping into her throat as she violently jerked the steering wheel to avoid a sudden impact, narrowly stopping after colliding with something right in front of her car. Horrified and trembling, she threw her hands to her head, wide-eyed with shock, and whispered in absolute terror, "Innalillahi wa'inna ilaihirrajiun!"

Standing right there was a remarkably handsome young man who made his modest living selling tiger nuts and dates. Popularly known across the campus as MM Maidabino (Muhammad Muhriz Maidabino), students had affectionately nicknamed him for his polite and approachable demeanor. Despite the physical hardships of his trade, many female students constantly pursued him with romantic advances. Yet, none of that mattered to him. He completely ignored them, keeping his absolute focus on his daily business—his sole source of honest livelihood and self-reliance. Reserved and deeply principled, Muhriz detested unnecessary drama and possessed a quiet, magnetic charisma that kept bold admirers at a respectful distance.

He possessed a gentle, humble nature that endeared him to everyone around him. Whenever a female student approached him with hidden romantic intentions, he could instantly sense the emotional shift caused by infatuation. True to his character, a single polite yet firm change in his expression was always enough to make them check themselves and swallow their feelings. Though frequent gossip about him circulated among the students behind his back, he would merely shake his head and pray for them. Fair-complexioned, strikingly handsome, and of moderate height and build, nothing about his appearance suggested he was in need—except for his signature daily attire. He wore one of two outfits like a uniform: either a long black jalabiya paired with blue trousers, or a traditional green-patterned outfit native to rural dwellers known as zauren ɗari. Today, he wore the latter.

THE PRICE OF LEARNING AND FATE - PART 2

Janan rushed out of her car, gesturing anxiously as she hurried toward Jabir, who was frantically supporting Muhriz. The sight of blood streaming down Muhriz’s forehead and nose sent another wave of panic through her. He kept his eyes softly closed, a clear sign of severe impact. Nearby, his wooden display tray lay overturned on the asphalt, with its contents scattered across the road. Clutching her head in despair as if about to cry, Janan stared at the spilled goods on the ground before turning her gaze back to him.

"Subhanallahi! Please forgive me, I swear I didn't see you coming," she stammered, fighting back tears. "I honestly thought the path was completely clear, which is why I was driving so fast to make it to my lecture with Professor Ingaski..."

Before she could finish, Jabir snapped furiously, stepping protectively in front of Muhriz. "Oh, please save it, Madam! That's typical of you wealthy kids—you have absolutely no respect for poor people. You act as though you own the world and everyone else is just an expendable insect!"

"No, I swear that's not it!" Janan protested defensively, her voice trembling. "I was just terrified! You know how ruthless these lecturers are—if you attend his class even a minute late, he locks you out or marks you absent for the whole semester out of pure spite, especially if he targets you. Please, MM, you have to understand..."

Jabir cut her off with another sharp, angry bark, making Janan jump in fright as tears welled up in her eyes. "Cut the excuses! Driving recklessly across campus just because a teacher is strict? What, do you think the rest of us aren't students here? Men handle stress and pressure with dignity—we don't just rely on pretty smiles to get passing grades! You arrogant—where do you think you're going? You're taking him to the hospital right now, or I'm reporting this straight to school authorities! You know full well campus rules forbid speeding like this—did you think this was your private driveway?"

"I swear I didn't mean to—"

"Don't insult my intelligence with your games. Are you moving your car or what?"

Before Jabir could push further, a soft voice intervened. Muhriz, who had kept his gaze locked on Janan ever since she approached, looked completely unfazed by his own pain. In fact, the intense throbbing in his head seemed to vanish the moment he looked at her. Though blood was still dripping from his cut, he forced a steady, courageous tone.

"That's enough, Jabir. Let her be; it was an accident. It wasn't meant to happen, but fate ordained it today. You can go; you're free to leave," Muhriz said gently, gesturing with his hand for her to return to her car.

Trembling, Janan looked at him with deep gratitude. "Thank you so much, MM."

He offered a faint smile, nodding slowly and closing his eyes to reassure her that everything was fine.

Just as she started her engine, she suddenly switched it off, grabbed a bottled water and a handkerchief from her bag, and stepped back out. Jabir stood frozen in disbelief, staring at her open-mouthed as she walked back toward them.

Kneeling down slightly with deep sympathy as she looked at his bleeding forehead, she offered the items. "Please, use these to clean up your face before I return from my lecture, and then we can head to the hospital."

Before she finished speaking, Jabir exploded again. "Are you seeing this, MM?! I swear this is entirely your fault for telling her to go! Look at this arrogant display—why is she coming back? Just because you gave her a pass, she thinks she can play games with us! Let me put her back in her place since she has no respect for ordinary people!"

Both Janan and Muhriz turned to look at Jabir, who looked ready to lunge at Muhriz out of sheer frustration. With a pleading look in her eyes, Janan turned to Muhriz. "Please, try to understand. I told you it wasn't intentional. What's wrong with bringing him something to clean his wound? I caused this, not him. Please stop shouting at me."

"And if I refuse?" Jabir snapped.

Tears finally spilling over her lashes, Janan looked at Muhriz. "Here, MM. Take this. I'll check on you when I'm done."

Before Muhriz could react, Jabir snatched the items from his hand and shoved them roughly back at her. "Take your rubbish and leave! Who knows if you did this on purpose, you arrogant snob!"

Quickly stepping in, Muhriz reached out and took the items back from her hands. "Leave it, Jabir. Thank you so much," he told Janan softly. "Just go to your class. If it were up to him, you'd be standing here apologizing all day. He's just overly protective of me."

Biting her lip, Janan handed the items back to Muhriz, gave Jabir a bitter look, and hurried back to her car. Driven by frustration and anger at Jabir's hostility—and vowing never to let anyone treat her that way again—she sped off toward her lecture hall, her heart heavy with emotion.

Meanwhile, Muhriz watched her car disappear before turning away to wash his face with the water she had provided. As he lifted the handkerchief to dry his face, a sudden, sweet fragrance hit his senses. He paused, closing his eyes as he clutched the fabric tightly in his palm, experiencing an unfamiliar and intoxicating wave of emotion.

Jabir stared at him in disbelief, slapping his shoulder in exasperation. "What on earth are you doing, Muhriz?! Are you losing your mind over Janan? Look! I swear if you don't snap out of this right now, I'm walking away! I won't stand by and watch you lose your dignity over a wealthy student who doesn't even know who you are!"

"Did you feel that, Jabir? That was Janan," Muhriz whispered, staring dreamily at the handkerchief.

"My God! Have you lost your senses? Where is the cold, unbothered Muhriz everyone knows?"

"I don't know, Jabir. For the first time in my life, I feel like a completely different person. When she stepped close to me earlier, it felt like an electric current pulling me toward her. What does this mean?"

Jabir shook his head in absolute shock. "It means you've gone mad, Muhriz! You've forgotten who you are and what you stand for on this campus. You're just a humble vendor selling dates, and she's a wealthy elite girl! Have you forgotten your vows?"

"I haven't forgotten anything, Jabir," Muhriz replied softly, a profound look in his eyes. “But deep down inside... I think I've fallen for her.”

THE TRAGIC PAST AND THE RESILIENT HEART - PART 3

Muhammad Muhriz was a handsome, proud young man of about 32. A wealthy merchant and entrepreneur, he had made a significant name for himself across Katsina State through both domestic and international trade. However, life had not always been kind to him. He and his younger sister, Razina—who was only two years old at the time—had lost their parents tragically when Muhriz was just fifteen.

The tragedy struck during a brutal bandit raid on their remote village of Charanchi in Katsina State. The attackers mercilessly slaughtered all the men of the village, along with any women who resisted their attempts at abduction. Among those women was Bilkisu, the mother of Muhriz and Razina. Their father had fought fiercely to protect his family, but he was ultimately overpowered and murdered by the outlaws. Though the bandits had attempted to abduct teenage Muhriz as well, he managed to escape into the dark unnoticed.

When he finally crept back to their home, he found little Razina sitting alone in the glaring sun, crying inconsolably. He scooped her up and rushed into his father’s room, only to discover his father lying lifeless in a pool of blood. Pressing Razina’s tear-streaked face against his shoulder, Muhriz knelt beside his father’s body and wept a broken, helpless orphan's cry—a sound born of absolute desolation and sudden, crushing responsibility. For thirty agonizing minutes, he sat there holding her, until the distant crack of a gunshot snapped him back to reality.

Panicked, he fled the house carrying his sister, blindly searching for safety. As he reached the edge of the village, he tripped over a fallen body and stumbled hard to the ground with Razina. When he looked up, horror gripped his heart: it was his mother. She had suffered the same brutal fate as his father, stabbed in the abdomen. Yet, by some miracle of resilience, she was still drawing her final, shallow breaths when she heard her children crying.

"Muhriz... take your sister and run," she whispered with her dying strength, her hand gently brushing away his tears before slipping lifelessly to the ground.

In that exact moment, a profound shift occurred inside Muhriz. All fear, panic, and hesitation evaporated, replaced by an unyielding wall of emotional ice. He gently closed his mother’s eyes, wiped Razina's tears, and stood up with a fierce determination.

"Don't cry anymore, Razina. We must face our destiny head-on," he murmured softly.

Refusing to cower further, he carried his sister back toward the heart of the village, prepared to face whatever horrors remained. Though the authorities and security forces had failed to protect their home, Muhriz vowed that he and his sister would survive against all odds.