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I. Textual Analysis & Structural Breakdown
1. Narrative Themes
- The Volatility of Triplet Dynamics: The story brilliantly juxtaposes deep familial love with intense, explosive conflict. The rapid escalation from a minor nuisance (a morning song) to physical warfare highlights the raw, unfiltered friction that can exist in high-pressure sibling relationships.
- The Shadow of Trauma: Gwaggo of Katsina’s panicked outburst regarding Ya Sayyadi suggests an underlying, looming antagonist whose past or present psychological torment continues to haunt the family, acting as a catalyst for their internal stress.
Medical Professionalism vs. Familial Care: The contrast between the chaotic, emotional reactions of the family members (such as Junaid weeping and Abusufyan collapsing) and the calm, precise, rule-abiding reactions of the military and medical personnel (SGR and Dr. Harris) grounds the drama in realism.
2. Character Dynamics & Archetypes
CharacterRole / ArchetypeKey Traits & Behavior in this SceneSehrishThe Grounded Narrator / VictimDislikes chaos, values peace; reacts out of irritation but ultimately falls victim to Hosanna's physical outburst.HosannaThe Unpredictable CatalystTriggers the conflict; highly sensitive to labels regarding her mental health ("unhinged/lunatic"); possesses surprising physical strength when triggered.JahadThe Disciplined SiblingPrefers spiritual routine (adhkar/Qur'an); teams up with Sehrish to reprimand Hosanna, underestimating the volatile reaction it would cause.Abusufyan (Daddy)The Doting, Affectionate PatriarchDeeply emotional, intensely protective, and easily broken by the sight of his daughters suffering; refuses to use harsh discipline.SGR (Rafayet)The Controlled AuthorityThe Supreme Military Commander and Surgeon; handles the crisis with absolute precision, enforces boundaries, and maintains professional clinical ethics.Marshal OmarThe Decisive EnforcerAction-oriented, uses logical deduction to figure out the source of the bite marks based on his own past trauma with Hosanna.II. Executive Story Summary
The scene opens on a tense Friday morning within the military estate. The peace is shattered when Hosanna, experiencing a severe trigger of her underlying psychiatric condition due to defaulting on her medication, begins loudly singing a wedding song and drumming aggressively on a dressing mirror. Her triplet sisters, Sehrish and Jahad, wake up highly irritated. A heated verbal argument quickly escalates when they label Hosanna "unhinged."
Losing total control, Hosanna violently assaults her sisters, resulting in a brutal, bloody brawl characterized by severe biting and physical trauma. The bedroom door is locked from the inside, throwing the outer household—including Hafsat, Azmee, and their father Abusufyan—into a state of helpless panic.
The crisis mobilizes the entire household, drawing the intervention of Marshal Omar and the eldest brother, SGR (Supreme Military Commander/Surgeon Rafayet). SGR and Omar use their combined physical force to break down the reinforced door, discovering Jahad and Sehrish unconscious and bloodied, while a trembling Hosanna is trapped in a severe psychological episode.
SGR systematically provides first aid, demonstrating strict medical ethics by refusing to cross lines into psychiatry, instead coordinating a professional intervention with Dr. Harris and the arriving Dr. Emran. Rather than disciplining the triplets for the severe disruption, the doting family chooses to comfort and pamper them, concluding with a firm resolution by the elders to separate the triplets into different bedrooms to prevent future violence.III. Editorial Review & Recommendations
1. Pacing and Tension
The build-up from a minor domestic annoyance to an all-out emergency is exceptionally well-paced. The transition from Junaid’s frantic panic upstairs to SGR's calm, sleeping state provides an excellent narrative contrast that heightens SGR’s entry as the grounding force of the household.
2. Dialogue & Cultural Authenticity
The inclusion of phrases like "Innalillahi wa'inna ilaihirraji'un" and references to morning adhkar and alkubus bread gives the story a rich, authentic cultural setting. It beautifully reflects a deeply respectful, traditional household structure operating within a modern, elite military/medical framework.
3. Medical & Psychological Realism
SGR’s dialogue regarding his professional boundaries ("Omar, I am not a psychiatric doctor...") is a powerful character-defining moment. It reinforces his reputation as an ethical, precise, and highly disciplined professional, which contrasts beautifully with the raw, emotional chaos surrounding his family.
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On Friday morning,
While still asleep, Sehrish began to hear the faint sound of a song playing softly: "She is about to get married, say it louder, breaker! She is about to get married, say it louder, breaker!" She kept twisting and turning restlessly inside her blanket. Not only had she not had enough sleep, but she was also being intensely annoyed. Her mood soured completely. She stayed completely still beneath the blanket, hiding away while wondering what kind of demon would be singing and making noise for them in the room so early in the morning. She couldn’t quite identify whose voice it was—it sounded a bit like Hosanna, but also like Jahad. Ultimately, she settled on the thought that it must be Hosanna, as Hosanna was the expert at singing songs, whereas you would rarely ever hear a song from Jahad’s mouth, only the recitation of the Holy Qur'an. Before she could even finish her train of thought, she felt the volume blast louder, accompanied by a heavy drumming beat right against her ears: "She is about to get married, say it louder, breaker! She is about to get married, say it louder, breaker!"
Furious, Sehrish violently flung the blanket off herself. Her eyes locked instantly onto Hosanna, who was sitting on the stool in front of their dressing mirror. Hosanna was putting her absolute entire energy into it, vigorously drumming away on the surface with both hands.
"OMG!!!" Sehrish snatched a pillow, put all her strength into it, and hurled it at Hosanna. Luckily, it hit her dead center on the head, but Hosanna didn't even care; it was as if she didn't feel the pillow at all. Sehrish groped around for another pillow and threw it at her with force. It struck her head again. Startled this time, Hosanna spun around to see what it was. Spotting two pillows lying on the floor, she slowly raised her eyes to look at the person who had thrown them at her.
Sehrish angrily jabbed her finger at her. "Take that, curse you! I knew it had to be you all along. You have absolutely no sense! You are a lunatic. Since the very crack of dawn, you've been tormenting people and making their lives miserable. Out of pure mindlessness, you're singing and drumming away, instead of using your mouth to recite your morning adhkar (supplications)..."
Jahad’s voice cut her short as she chimed in, saying, "So it really was Hosanna singing and drumming for us! Personally, I thought it was your phone ringing. But seriously, Hosanna, you lack any sense and don't know what's good for you! That's why your madness just keeps getting worse. Nothing is going to stop me from speaking to Daddy to have you taken to a psychiatric hospital, so they can examine the loose screws in your brain and tighten them up for you." As she spoke, she illustrated with her hands how they would tighten the loose screws in Hosanna's head. She, too, had only just woken up, having been roused by Hosanna's loud drumming.
From the moment they began talking, Hosanna stared blankly at them. Pure resentment prevented her from replying, and her heart was boiling with rage. In her life, she absolutely despised being called unhinged or crazy. Her face flushed completely and puffed up like baked alkubus bread. Infuriated, she snapped, "Oh, so I'm the unhinged one? I'm the lunatic?"
Speaking simultaneously, they both mocked, "Yes! We said you are unhinged and a lunatic. Do whatever you want!" This coordinated response pushed her over the edge. She stood up from the stool and began rolling up her sleeves—a clear declaration that a physical brawl was about to go down.
The moment she finished rolling up her sleeves, she charged forward at full speed. She took a massive leap and threw herself onto the bed. Before the other two could make a move, she grabbed both of their heads and smashed them against each other. They let out a sharp scream from the piercing pain. Their anger flared instantly. Without holding back, both of them ganged up on Hosanna and began striking her. Hosanna, however, fought back fiercely, throwing heavy, serious punches. She was naturally stronger than both of them. In absolute chaos, all three of them were crying and fighting wildly, and there was no one around to separate them.
Hafsat was walking toward their bedroom, but even before she reached the door, she heard the sounds of their crying and the loud thuds of them beating one another.
Her heart raced with panic. She began banging on the door, but it was locked; they had bolted it from the inside the previous night before going to sleep.
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Her heart raced with panic. She began banging on the door, but it was securely locked; they had bolted it from the inside the previous night before going to bed. As she was frantically pounding on the door, Azmee walked into the corridor leading to their room, evidently coming straight from the kitchen. Seeing Hafsat at the door of Sehrish and her sisters' room, desperately pleading with them to open up, Azmee quickly hurried over and asked if everything was alright. Even before Hafsat could offer an answer, the sound of Jahad and the others crying hysterically inside the room reached Azmee's ears. It was no ordinary crying. Thoroughly shaken, Azmee cried out, "Innalillahi wa'inna ilaihirraji'un! (Surely to Allah we belong and to Him we shall return!) What on earth is happening? Why are they crying like this?"
With a face full of distress, Hafsat said, "Wallahi, I don't know! I just got here and heard them crying and slamming around. It sounds like they are having a massive fight among themselves. My biggest fear is that they might severely injure one another."
In a complete panic, Azmee began hammering on the door, shouting out to them at the top of her lungs, "Jahad! Sehrish! Hosanna! Won't you stop this! What are you doing in there? Come and open this door right now before things get ugly!" But all of Azmee's shouting was completely in vain, as no one listened to her. In fact, they weren't even aware she was there because they had completely lost control of themselves.
"Hafsat! Go quickly and inform their Daddy or any of their older brothers about what is happening! Tell them to come help force this door open before these girls ruin themselves!" Azmee urged, her anxiety reaching its absolute peak.
Hafsat sprinted out of the corridor at top speed. In the main parlor, she found Junaid's Mommy, their Abba, and Hajiya Azeema sitting together in deep conversation. She rushed toward them, throwing her hands up in distress, her eyes pooling with tears.
Before she could even utter a word, the moment they saw her state, they leaped to their feet and demanded to know what was wrong.
With her voice trembling violently, she stammered, "It's Jahad and the others! They are fighting inside their room. Right now, they are on the verge of killing each other! We've begged and begged them to open the door, but they refuse. All we can hear is the sound of them screaming and crying!"
Before she could even finish her sentence, their bodies trembling with alarm, they rushed toward the girls' room. Hajiya Azeema even stumbled in her extreme haste. They halted right outside the door. Their Abba began pounding heavily on the door, shouting out their names in a stern, commanding tone. But a deathly silence met his commands; no one answered him, save for the continuation of that distressing, terrifying crying from within.
"I think I should call their father. Perhaps if he speaks to them, they will listen to his voice," Abba suggested. He thrust his hand into his trousers pocket and pulled out his phone. His fingers were shaking visibly as he searched for Abusufyan’s number. He dialed the call, and it began to ring.
Hajiya Azeema and Alexandra were both spiraling into utter panic.
"My absolute biggest worry is that these children might permanently damage each other. Wallahi, this has frightened me deeply and completely unsteadied my heart," Hajiya Azeema voiced, her face looking as though she were on the verge of bursting into tears herself.
Meanwhile, Hafsat remained out in the main parlor, weeping uncontrollably. Suddenly, the sharp click of footsteps echoed through the space. She quickly raised her eyes to see MARSHAL OMAR descending from upstairs at a rapid pace. She rushed toward him immediately, crying out, "Ya Omar! Jahad and the others are having a violent fight inside their room, and they've locked the door! People have tried everything to get them to open it, but they completely refuse..."
Hearing this news caused Omar's composure to shatter instantly. He rushed toward their bedroom without a second thought. Within moments, news of the crisis spread like wildfire through the entire household. Even Junaid, who had been fast asleep in his quarters, was startled awake. Fawan, the twins, Irfan, Jabeer, Dr. Harris, Gwaggo of Katsina, and Ammi—everyone converged on the spot, with the sole exception of SGR (Supreme Military Commander), who remained in his private bedroom.
They huddled in a dense, anxious crowd right outside the door. The poor man, Abusufyan, was more distressed than anyone else; looking entirely beside himself with grief, he kept banging on the door, weeping and begging them to stop their fighting and come open the door for him, but a hollow silence was all that answered him. Marshal Omar was no different; he pounded on the door with such sheer force it seemed as though he would split the wood open, but it yielded nothing. Junaid, completely overwhelmed, broke down sobbing loudly like a tiny, helpless child.
Amidst heavy sniffling, Gwaggo of Katsina wept, "I am completely ruined... Oh my God! Wallahi, I know this is all the evil doing of Ya Sayyadi; he will never leave them in peace. He is definitely the one who has sown discord between them right now. Oh Allah, please deliver us from this black demon..." She wept so bitterly that mucus was running down her face.
Suddenly, a profound, eerie silence fell inside the bedroom. The loud, agonizing wails stopped instantly. This sudden quiet struck terror into their hearts, convincing everyone that something truly horrific had just happened to the girls. Everyone exchanged paralyzed, fearful glances, their hearts hammering violently against their ribs.
His strength entirely spent, Abusufyan collapsed heavily onto the floor, burying his head in his hands as his lips repeatedly uttered the words: "Innalillahi wa'Inna ilaihirraji'un."
"Abba, I think we have no choice but to break this door down," Colonel Yousuf asserted.
Omar agreed, saying, "That is exactly what I am thinking. But this door is heavily reinforced and stuck fast. I've slammed against it repeatedly, and despite all my strength, it hasn't budged an inch."
Choking back tears, Junaid cried, "Let me go grab a hacksaw so we can cut through the lock!" He announced this and dashed off at full speed toward their armory (weapons room). However, he found the armory locked. He had completely forgotten in his panic that the key was in the possession of their eldest brother. Only when he was brought to a halt by the locked door did he sharp-turn, sprint back, and race upstairs.
He burst into SGR's private quarters, entering his bedroom in a state of wild frenzy. At that moment, SGR was lying across his sprawling bed, fast asleep.
Junaid completely bypassed normal protocol due to his frantic state. He rushed toward the side drawer, pulling it open wildly in search of the key. Finding nothing there, he scrambled onto the bed, shaking him and calling out his name urgently: "Babban Yaya! (Eldest Brother!) Babban Yaya, please wake up! Babban Yaya, please get up, for God's sake!"
Through his sleep, Rafayet heard Junaid’s frantic voice repeatedly calling his name. He slowly blinked his eyes open, and they landed directly on Junaid's face. Seeing tears streaming down Junaid's face caused SGR to sit up instantly. He stared at Junaid with a deeply troubled expression. In a low, heavy, sleep-laden voice, he called his name: "Junaid! What are you crying for? What happened?"
"Babban Yaya, I need the key to the weapons room! I want to grab a saw; we need to force open the door to Sehrish and her sisters' room!"
Thoroughly perplexed, SGR questioned, "For what reason? Did something happen to the door that requires it to be broken down?"
Realizing that his brother had no idea what was going on, Junaid rapidly explained the entire crisis to him.
SGR swung his legs out of bed immediately. With Junaid trailing closely behind him, they exited his quarters and strode rapidly downstairs.
The moment they entered the long corridor where Sehrish and her sisters' rooms were lined up, SGR felt a pang of genuine concern. The hallway was packed with the young men of the house, alongside their Abba and the elders, all standing around in anxious groups, their faces etched with profound worry.
The moment their Abba saw him, he grabbed his hand tightly, pleading, "Thank goodness you're here, Rafayet. I know you and Omar can handle this. Please, work together and break this door down so we can find out what is happening inside."
Everyone in the corridor quickly backed away to give them space. Gathering every ounce of their immense physical strength, they threw themselves against the door with a powerful, coordinated slam—CRACK! The internal latch snapped violently under the pressure, the door burst open, and the entire crowd rushed inside.
They were profoundly shaken by what met their eyes—especially Abusufyan. The sight inside tore their hearts to pieces. "Innalillahi wa'inna ilaihirraji'un!!!" was the only phrase that escaped their lips over and over again.
The girls had completely torn the bedroom apart, scattering everything in sight. But it was the splatters of fresh blood they saw that truly terrified everyone.
Jahad was lying flat on the tile floor beside the bed. Her arms were covered in deep, bleeding bite marks where the skin had been brutally torn, and even her cheeks bore the unmistakable marks of teeth. Up on the bed lay Hosanna, sprawled out, holding her head tightly and plugging her ears. Her legs were twitching restlessly, showing that she was conscious but trapped in distress. As for Sehrish, they had no idea where she had ended up.
Abusufyan collapsed to his knees in front of the unconscious Jahad. He reached out, gently shaking her while calling her name repeatedly, tears streaming freely down his face.
A heavy, somber mood fell over the room. Their Abba knelt beside Abusufyan, staring down at Jahad. The deep imprints of teeth left on Jahad's skin confirmed to him that a brutal, primal fight had broken out between them.
"I think she has fainted. Someone bring me water, please," their Abba requested. Fawan bolted out of the room immediately, heading to the main kitchen to fetch water to splash on her face.
Slowly, SGR let his eyes scan the wrecked room. They had made an absolute mess of the place. The brawl had clearly started on the bed; even their heavy blankets had been dragged down and cast onto the floor. He walked around to the other side of the bed, toward the left flank. Before he even reached it, he spotted a pair of feet sticking out, confirming that the third triplet had tumbled over the back edge. When he stepped closer, he found Sehrish lying unconscious on the floor. The corner of her mouth was cut open and bleeding, and there were deep bite marks visibly bruising her chest and her arms. He knelt down directly in front of her, inspecting her condition closely.
"Rafayet! Who is over there? Is it the third of the triplets?" Ishaq asked, noticing Rafayet kneeling in the corner.
"It's her," he answered succinctly. Hearing this, Abusufyan quickly got up, and along with the others, hurried over to see what state she was in.
Before they could get close, SGR quickly reached out to the front of her torn shirt, pulling the fabric together securely to cover her chest, which had been left completely exposed by the violence of the fight.
Gwaggo of Katsina burst into fresh, noisy tears, wailing, "Oh, my poor Abusufyan's children! I know this wasn't your own doing. Wallahi, Allah will judge whoever brought this upon you! These poor souls have suffered terribly. Look at how their flesh has been bitten and torn. This is exactly the work of Ya Sayyadi—he must have come to them in the form of a hyena to commit this atrocity..." Harris cut her off sharply, saying, "Please, Gwaggo, let us focus on the medical emergency at hand. Your words are only making the pain of their trauma worse."
Hearing this, she quickly clamped her hand over her mouth, though she continued to weep silently.
"This is completely baffling to me! How on earth did this happen? Every single one of them has deep bite marks all over their skin," Junaid's Abba remarked as they stood over Sehrish, with SGR still kneeling by her side.
Hafsat provided the answer, saying, "When I first came to their door, I heard them crying hysterically and loud thudding sounds, like they were boxing one another. I am certain they turned on each other in a frantic rage."
Marshal Omar nodded grimly. "They absolutely had a massive argument that escalated into physical violence. And as for these bites on their skin, no one could have done this except HOSANNA! She bit me exactly like this a while back when she lost her temper at the hospital, and I remember vividly just how incredibly painful it was."
Abba noted, "No wonder! If you look closely, there isn't a single bite mark on her own skin. Look at her lying up there on the bed; she isn't physically battered or exhausted the way her sisters are."
While they were talking, Fawan returned, holding a cold bottle of water he had grabbed from the fridge. Colonel Yousuf quickly took the bottle, twisted the cap off, poured a generous amount of water into his right palm, and splashed it directly onto Jahad’s face. Instantly, she gasped for a long breath, uttering the name of Allah. The entire room exhaled a collective sigh of relief. Abusufyan rushed back to her side, kneeling down to lift her against his chest, calling out tenderly, "Jahad! Jahad!" When Jahad opened her eyes and saw her Daddy’s face, she burst into bitter, painful tears, crying, "Daddy, look at what Hosanna did to us! We were just talking, and she suddenly attacked me and Sehrish, beating us and biting our skin down to the flesh..." She choked on her words as tears flowed freely down her cheeks.
Abusufyan closed his eyes tightly before opening them slowly, deeply cut to the heart by his daughters' suffering.
Omar stepped forward, took the water bottle from Colonel Yousuf, and walked over to where SGR was kneeling. He handed it to him. SGR took the bottle, took a sip of water into his mouth, and expertly sprayed it across Sehrish’s face. Startled, she gasped awake and sat up abruptly, her eyes darting around wildly in fear. She looked at them one by one, her panic spiking when she saw SGR, Hajiya Azeema, and the rest of the family standing over her. She buried her face in her hands and began to weep out of fear and shame.
"Someone bring me the First Aid box from the medical room," SGR commanded. Irfan left the room immediately to fetch the medical kit. Hajiya Azeema gently took Sehrish by the hand, guiding her to sit on the edge of the bed. "It's alright, dear. Calm down and stop crying," she comforted her softly.
Meanwhile, Hafsat climbed onto the bed, reaching out to lift Hosanna against her body. Hosanna’s entire frame was trembling violently; her underlying psychiatric condition had been severely triggered. It was clear she had defaulted on her medication. The family had assumed her condition was manageable, but they were terribly wrong—Hosanna was in desperate, urgent need of a psychiatrist.
Furious at the chaos, Omar barked sternly at them, "What on earth caused all of this? Won't any of you open your mouths and explain this to everyone?!"
Through heavy, broken sobs, Sehrish explained, "It was Hosanna. She woke up at the crack of dawn and started loudly singing that song, 'She is about to get married, say it louder, breaker,' and she kept drumming heavily along with it. It was completely splitting our ears until it woke us up from sleep. When we reprimanded her for it, she simply rolled up her sleeves and launched an attack on us, beating and biting us as if she were dealing with wild donkeys..."
Everyone listened to Sehrish's explanation in absolute amazement. Ishaq remarked, "Are you telling me that because of a silly song, you all nearly crippled each other? Honestly, there is a massive problem here—a very serious one."
Abbas added, "It is actually rare to see twins or triplets living in absolute peace. You will see them loving each other fiercely, but on the flip side, their conflicts are extreme. I once heard a story of triplets who got into a brawl exactly like this and ended up killing each other."
Hearing Abbas’s words caused a fresh wave of anxiety to grip the family. Abba declared firmly, "Insha Allah, we will never allow that to happen here! Since this has escalated to physical warfare and drawing blood, we must separate them into different bedrooms. That is the only logical solution."
"That is exactly what I was about to suggest," Hajiya Azeema agreed.
Ammi was completely overwhelmed by the situation. She, Alexandra, and Hajiya Saratu stood by silently, staring in absolute bewilderment at the scene. The volatile nature of these girls completely baffled them.
Irfan returned to the room holding the heavy First Aid box and handed it to SGR. SGR took it and set it firmly on the floor.
He then sat down on the edge of the bed, facing Sehrish directly. She was still sobbing softly. The moment he fixed her with his piercing, intense gaze, her tears dried up instantly out of sheer intimidation.
"Close your eyes," he commanded. She closed them immediately, exactly as ordered. She felt the cool touch of the cotton pad as he applied it to her wounds, gently wiping away the dried blood. He methodically and precisely dressed the cuts and bruises she had sustained. Once he finished treating her, Abusufyan took Jahad by the hand, brought her over to SGR’s side, and had her sit down. Within a short time, SGR completed dressing her wounds as well.
"What are we going to do about Hosanna? Should we admit her to a hospital?" Abusufyan asked anxiously.
Omar turned to his brother. "Rafayet can evaluate her right here at home."
"Omar, I am not a psychiatric doctor," SGR corrected flatly. "Though I have experience with their protocols and can evaluate her baseline, strictly speaking, a certified psychiatric doctor needs to run her diagnostics. I will not cross lines into a field that isn't mine." (Spoken like a true, rule-abiding professional!)
Omar nodded with a slight smile. He turned toward Dr. Harris, who was standing nearby with his arms crossed over his chest. "Bismillah," Omar said, gesturing toward Hosanna, who was currently slumped semi-conscious against Hafsat. Her eyes had rolled back, leaving only the whites visible, and her fingers and toes were trembling uncontrollably.
Dr. Harris looked at her intently without making physical contact, and immediately named the specific sedative injection she required.
Omar quickly pulled out his phone, dialed a sequence of numbers, and called Dr. Emran at SGR’s private hospital. The moment Emran answered, Omar handed the phone over to Dr. Harris so they could coordinate the clinical specifics directly.
After concluding the call, Dr. Harris looked up at the Marshal and reported, "He informed me that he will be here within 15 minutes with the exact injection and her specialized medication."
Omar nodded. "Excellent. May Allah bring him safely."
"Have them lie down on the bed, and lay the sick one down properly as well before the doctor arrives. Azmee, go prepare their breakfast; right now, hunger is likely fueling their volatility, which is why they broke into this violent brawl," Ammi finally chimed in. Out of sheer favoritism and doting love, instead of finding someone to scold them or discipline them with a whip, everyone completely overlooked their behavior, opting instead to baby and pamper them. Such is the privilege of beloved children—the precious darlings of Abusufyan.
SGR stood up from where he was sitting and gestured for the girls to rest. Slowly, each of them lay down, looking entirely spent and exhausted, as though they had been battling a long illness. Hafsat gently eased Hosanna off her lap and laid her down flat. Hosanna had still not fully regained her senses; her eyes kept fluttering blankly, and her extremities continued to tremble.
Speaking together, Fawan and the other young men offered their sympathies, wishing them a quick recovery. Afterward, the young men filed out of the room alongside Ammi and Hajiya Saratu. That left only SGR, Marshal Omar, Hajiya Azeema, Abusufyan, Gwaggo of Katsina, and Hafsat in the room. Azmee hurried off to the kitchen to prepare their breakfast. Within exactly 15 minutes, Dr. Emran pulled up to the estate in his car. Outside the mansion, he was met by Dr. Harris and Colonel Yousuf, who were already standing there waiting for him. He stepped out of his vehicle holding a medical bag containing Hosanna's prescription and the sedative injection. They exchanged warm greetings, a brief smile passing between them, and Colonel Yousuf took the medical bag from Emran. They were about to invite him inside—
