Canjin Rayuwa Book 4 Compelet Halima Abdullahi Mashi

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CANJIN RAYUWA BOOK 4 COMPELET HALIMA ABDULLAH MASHI 

"As for his undershirt, I have absolutely no information regarding it, nor do I have any desire to know. Hajiya Sauda arrived alongside Abba and his companion. I believe they are currently upstairs."
Hajiya Binta replied, "Alright, let me go upstairs to meet them." She encountered Abba and Abdulkarim just as they were preparing to step out. They paused right there in the corridor to exchange respectful greetings.
The young men mentioned that they were heading out briefly to perform their prayers, after which—the moment the wedding solemnization was finalized—they would immediately depart.
Hajiya Binta turned to her co-wife and asked, "But wait, Hajiya, how on earth did this entire situation unravel to this point? Do you not suspect for a single second that Nafisa was entirely aware of Mimi’s escape and her open rebellion?"
"I do not think so," Hajiya Sauda responded calmly. "I refuse to harbor malicious suspicions over matters I have neither witnessed with my own eyes nor heard with my own ears. The absolute truth I know is that Alhaji himself is the root cause of everything. Regardless, I constantly immerse myself in fervent prayers that Almighty Allah guides Mimi, reforms her character, and blesses her with an honorable, righteous husband."
"I harbor absolutely no resentment or anger, even though her marriage to the Minister's son failed to materialize. Perhaps it simply wasn't destined to be a source of divine blessing for her."
Hajiya Binta nodded in agreement, "That is entirely true. May Allah accept your maternal prayers, because a mother’s spoken words carry immense spiritual weight over her children."
Hajiya Sauda then glanced toward Usaina, who was completely absorbed in browsing through Mimi’s personal laptop, and directed, "Please serve these children some food; it is right over there." Hasana immediately moved forward to serve Hajiya Binta.
Hajiya Binta waved her hand dismissively, saying, "Honestly, with all this heavy anxiety weighing on my chest, I don't feel even a fraction of hunger."
Sauda countered gently, "What anxiety could you possibly harbor now, especially when our husband's health has shown remarkable improvement?"
Hajiya Binta sighed, "Mimi’s sudden disappearance is a deeply troubling matter that requires serious thought."
"Not in the slightest," Hajiya Sauda asserted firmly. "She chose to run away on her own accord; she didn't get missing. Have you observed the carefree attitude of Abba and Abdulkarim over these past few days? The moment they noticed their father's health stabilized, they simply requested that food be served so they could eat. In fact, I haven't even had breakfast myself. I highly prefer warm, fluid meals in the morning, specifically something comforting like hot tea."
Hajiya Binta replied, "That is certainly much better for the stomach. In that case, Hasana, please serve me some local rice cakes (Waina). May Allah shield our dignity."
They all chorused, "Amen."
Meanwhile, despite the blistering speed of the commercial vehicle Mimi had boarded, it felt to her as though the car was barely crawling. Since the day she was born into luxury, she had never once set foot inside a public commercial vehicle until this very day. Furthermore, she had never experienced a single moment of physical hardship or discomfort in her entire life until this grueling journey after abandoning her parental home. As she sat there in absolute silence, these were the exact bitter calculations running through her mind. Despite her profound, intense affection for Khalil, a deep realization washed over her: she would never, under any circumstances, flee her home again without her father's blessing—meaning, without a proper family-sanctioned wedding.
In the midst of these heavy thoughts, the passengers inside the vehicle suddenly erupted into frantic Islamic invocations (Salati), while the non-Muslim passengers loudly called upon the sacred symbols of their respective faiths. Mimi's eyes widened in sheer terror as she felt the vehicle violently lose control and careen completely off the asphalt. Paralyzed with fear, she began screaming, "Oh my God! Help me, Allah!"
The vehicle came to a grinding, screeching halt mere inches away from a massive, deep ditch. It turned out that one of the tires had violently blown out; because she had been entirely drowned in her world of deep thoughts, she hadn't even heard the initial explosive pop. Absolutely no one inside the car had anticipated that the vehicle could be stopped safely. Passing motorists quickly pulled over, offering prayers of thanksgiving and congratulating them on their miraculous survival.
Mimi’s anxiety spiked to a catastrophic level. Even after the driver successfully replaced the blown tire, her entire body continued to shudder uncontrollably. Despite Khalil deploying every tender word to comfort and soothe her, she could not stop weeping hysterically. Khalil himself was hit by a massive wave of deep regret and self-reproach for ever agreeing to elope with her in this manner. It took immense pleading before she finally agreed to step back inside the vehicle to resume the journey.
At exactly two o'clock in the afternoon, the marital vows were officially sealed.

Step 28

At exactly two o'clock in the afternoon, the wedding solemnization (Daura Aure) between Naima and Abbas was officially finalized. It was a historic ceremony, marked by an immense, unprecedented turnout of the nation's most powerful political and corporate elites. The singular major crisis of the day was the absolute refusal of the groom himself to attend the ceremony; Abbas remained completely bedridden at his private residence.
As for Naima, she and her friends were over at the grand residence of Momi Nafisa’s elder sister, dancing wildly and celebrating to the heavy rhythm of elite praise-singers they had hired for the occasion. They had strategically relocated the party to that venue explicitly to prevent onlookers from gossiping that they were openly celebrating the fact that the billionaire marriage proposal had been abruptly transferred from Mimi to Naima. An even more staggering point of awkwardness was that Naima and her new husband, Abbas, had never spoken to each other in their lives—not even a single time over the telephone. Yet, from Momi Nafisa down to Naima herself, absolutely neither of them perceived this complete lack of communication as a catastrophic, underlying problem in its own right.
At a quarter to three, the commercial taxi Mimi had chartered on a private drop contract swung sharply around the corner of her family's exclusive residential avenue. Because their street was a secure, non-through close, she immediately became deeply suspicious and anxious upon spotting the massive convoy of luxury vehicles parked along the curbside, alongside a heavy crowd of people.
She stammered nervously, "What on earth is happening? Don't tell me my dad has passed away!"
The taxi driver replied professionally, "To be completely honest, I highly doubt this is a funeral gathering. From the look of things, this is definitely a grand wedding celebration."
Mimi realized it would take too long to navigate the vehicle through the gridlocked convoy to reach the main gates, so she directed, "Pull over right here; I'll be right back." The moment the tires stopped spinning, she grabbed her handbag and burst into a full sprint toward the house.
The entire exterior of her parental estate was completely swarming with people, and the massive security gates were thrown wide open. The very instant she stepped onto the compound, her eyes locked directly into a cold, immediate gaze with Mallam Ismail. The gathering crowd didn't fully recognize her at first glance, primarily because she was a modern girl who never wore a traditional Islamic veil (Hijab), but had hastily thrown one on for her journey.
Ismail stepped forward, his voice filled with shock. "Where on earth are you coming from?"
She cut past his question, demanding, "What on earth is being celebrated in this house?"
He answered flatly, "Naima’s wedding solemnization."
Her eyes widened in absolute shock. "They officially bound the marriage to Naima?!"
"Indeed they did," he confirmed.
She instantly spun on her heel to flee the compound. Ismail shouted after her, "Hey! Stop right there!"
Just as she was about to cross the threshold of the gate, Abba and Abdulkarim were walking in, intending to pay their final respects to Hajiya Sauda before returning to Abuja, as they had deeply resented being forced by their father to stay until the ceremony concluded. Alhaji Bashir had essentially held them hostage, insisting they remain until the vows were sealed, proudly parading them in front of his billionaire associates—many of whom had only ever known Mimi and were completely unaware he possessed these other sons from his first marriage, save for his oldest childhood friends like Alhaji Isa.
Abdulkarim recognized her instantly. Abba was walking slightly ahead and missed her face entirely, especially since the uncharacteristic veil she wore served as a partial disguise. With explosive force, Abdulkarim lunged forward and grabbed a fistful of her veil just as she tried to slip past him. He violently yanked her backward and unleashed a blinding, staggering slap squarely across her face.
Mimi saw stars as a brilliant flash of light crossed her eyes. He roared at her, "Whose father's house do you think you're running back to now?!"
She let out a piercing, blood-curdling shriek that instantly arrested the attention of every single person socializing within the massive courtyard. Mallam Ismail rushed to the scene, pleading frantically, "Please, for the sake of God, have mercy on her! Show her some leniency!"
Abba cut in coldly, "This is exactly the brutal discipline she rightfully deserves."
Together, they violently marched her inside, weeping uncontrollably, as they repeatedly struck her on the head (Rankwashi) and rained heavy, humiliating insults upon her.

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Momi Nafisa hurried out toward the courtyard, accompanying an elite high-society friend who was preparing to depart for her own residence. However, the very moment she stepped onto the veranda, she spotted Mimi trapped in the violent grip of Abba and Abdulkarim. She instantly spun around, running back inside the house to break the news to her daughter that Mimi had unexpectedly returned.
Initially, Momi Nafisa’s eyes widened in calculated panic, and she gasped, "Oh my God, I am ruined! What on earth possessed this foolish girl to return at this exact moment?"
Her daughter, Naima, countered with cold confidence, "Do not stress yourself for a single second, Momi. Let her return all she wants. The marriage vows have already been legally sealed to me."
Momi Nafisa’s face instantly relaxed into a malicious smirk. "You are entirely correct. Let me go back out there and watch exactly how this dramatic movie unfolds." The mother, daughter, and their high-society friends erupted into a bout of mocking laughter and celebratory cheers (Shewa). Nafisa turned to a prominent woman in her circle, commanding, "Hajiya Nana, hand me my phone immediately! It's right there next to you. I need to notify her father right this instant. The moment he arrives on the scene, this live theater will become infinitely more entertaining to watch."
With her performance fully prepared, Nafisa burst out of the inner lounge running, putting on a grand show of maternal panic. Just as the boys were about to force Mimi up the grand staircase, Nafisa threw herself onto the girl, wrapping her in a dramatic embrace while dissolving into floodgates of completely artificial tears.
"Oh my beautiful daughter, where on earth did you disappear to?! Why on earth would you inflict such trauma upon us by doing this?!"
Abdulkarim snapped, "Momi, release your grip on her immediately so we can take her upstairs. Left to her own devices, she will instantly attempt to flee a second time."
Abba commanded in a towering rage, "Move your feet and get upstairs right now!" His anger was fueled by his deep-seated resentment toward Momi Nafisa, whom he held entirely responsible for cultivating the toxic privilege that led to Mimi's moral decay.
Momi Nafisa reluctantly released her grip, and the young men violently pushed Mimi up the stairs, with Abdulkarim firmly clutching her confiscated handbag. Nafisa immediately dialed the Alhaji's number. Forcing her voice into a series of dramatic, gasping simulated sobs, she wept into the receiver, "Alhaji, please return to the house immediately! Mimi has unexpectedly returned, and Abba and his companion are upstairs beating her mercilessly!"
Alhaji Bashir replied coldly over the line, "That is exactly the brutal discipline she deserves. Extend my profound gratitude to the boys for handling her." He abruptly disconnected the call.
Meanwhile, Hajiya Sauda had remained seated in her regular spot, having not moved an inch since completing her afternoon (Zuhr) prayers. Suddenly, Mimi burst into the quarters running, covered in sweat and tears. Right there in front of Hajiya Sauda, the boys continued to subject the girl to a humiliating beating; every single member of the family harbored deep-seated, burning resentment toward her for the public shame she had brought upon them.
It was Hajiya Binta who finally lunged forward, physically shielding the girl and tearing her away from their grip. Hajiya Sauda did not offer her biological daughter even a single glance, completely ice-cold, refusing to utter a single word of comfort or acknowledgment. Hasana and Usaina stood completely frozen in a corner, their faces filled with profound sorrow and pity for their sister, as Mimi curled into a tight ball on the edge of a single sofa, weeping uncontrollably.
Abba stepped forward, his voice dripping with absolute contempt. "You absolute brainless, short-sighted fool! You have permanently tarnished your reputation across the entire world. You have utterly dragged our family's dignity into the mud."
Abdulkarim chimed in fiercely, "Most definitely! Any young girl who possesses the audacity to flee her parental home to wander the streets automatically earns the permanent title of a worthless, loose woman (Yar Iska)."
Hajiya Binta turned to her, shaking her head. "To be completely honest, Mimi, you have behaved incredibly poorly toward yourself. You have displayed absolute injustice and ingratitude toward your father, despite the unparalleled, boundless love and privilege Alhaji has showered upon you since your infancy. If you possessed even a single shred of sanity or moral reasoning, even if your father kindled a roaring bonfire and commanded you to leap into it, you should have jumped in without a moment's hesitation—let alone a prestigious marriage!"

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It was only at this volatile moment that Hajiya Sauda finally broke her silence. Looking away from Mimi, she spoke with cold, heavy deliberation, "This is exactly why possessing a vast number of children is an immense blessing from Allah. When one child chooses to bring you deep sorrow and tears, another child steps forward to wipe those tears away completely. Naima has proven herself to be a child of immense divine blessing (Yar Albarka). May Almighty Allah grant her a peaceful, blissful residence in her husband's home. As for you, Mimi, you will remain right here and watch reality unfold. Let us see if that doting father whom you openly defied, into whose face you proudly threw handfuls of dirt, and whom you actively sought to humiliate before the entire nation, will continue to pamper you with luxury and shower you with affection as he did in the past."
At that exact seconds, Alhaji Bashir stormed into the grand lounge, his voice booming with absolute, terrifying authority. "She possesses absolutely no residence under my roof! Let her turn around and exit this estate through the exact same path she used to escape. I have officially completely disowned her to the world!"
Hajiya Binta immediately intervened, pleading, "For the sake of heaven, Alhaji, this extreme reaction is simply impossible to execute. Please, find it in your heart to grant her parental forgiveness; she made a terrible, youthful mistake."
Alhaji Bashir marched directly up to Mimi, his eyes flashing with raw fury. "You, Khadija! I am commanding you to stand up right now and permanently vacate my property! You happen to bear the sacred name of my own late mother, but my mother has long since passed away into the grave. Therefore, just as you inflicted a psychological trauma upon my heart that I will never forget until the day I die, I am going to decisively inflict a reality upon your life that you will never forget!"
Mimi collapsed entirely to her knees at his feet, her body shaking violently as she wept, "Dad, for the absolute sake of Almighty God, please forgive me! I swear to you by Allah, Dad, I have fully surrendered. I return completely. I will happily marry absolutely anyone you choose for me!"
Alhaji Bashir laughed mockingly, a sound completely devoid of warmth. "What on earth would Abbas do with a disgraced girl like you at this juncture? You went out and spent nights in the private company of a random man, and now you have the audacity to return and claim you have surrendered to my will?!"
In a state of absolute psychological terror and panic, Mimi shrieked, "I swear to you by the Almighty Allah, I did not spend the night with any man! I swear this to you on my life, Dad!"
Despite her immense emotional resilience and traditional discipline, Hajiya Sauda found herself completely overwhelmed, and warm tears began cascading silently down her cheeks. Seeing their mother break down, Usaina and Hasana immediately rushed to her side, wrapping their arms around her and whispering words of comfort.
Abba turned to his father, suggesting coldly, "Daddy, in that case, simply finalize a forced marriage between her and that low-life boyfriend she chose to run away with."
Alhaji Bashir raised his voice to an absolute roar, "I swear by the living God, never until the end of time! She will absolutely never be permitted to marry him. Just as she deliberately refused to grant me the desire of my heart, I swear by Allah that I will never, for as long as she breathes, allow her to attain the desire of her heart!"
Momi Nafisa walked into the center of the lounge, wiping her face and pleading dramatically with the Alhaji to exercise patience.
He barked back, "I have taken a solemn oath! This very day, this wretched girl must permanently vacate my mansion, even if she were the single, solitary child I ever fathered in this world. I am blessed with twenty-two children; losing a single worthless individual like her does not feel like a loss in the slightest."
Hajiya Binta spoke up, trying to find a compromise, "Alright then, if that is your final decision, we will depart with her immediately to my residence in Malumfashi."
He shot her a furious glare. "Your residence or my residence?! That Malumfashi property is entirely my own real estate, paid for with my own wealth. Therefore, she is strictly barred from setting foot near it. She has permanently exhausted her access to my wealth and privilege—for I have officially severed the marital tie with her mother this very hour."
Abba closed his eyes slowly, realizing that his father’s wrath had crossed into a dangerous, tyrannical territory. Attempting to de-escalate the situation, he offered,

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"Dad, if that's the case, let us simply handle the matter. Permit us to depart with her immediately; I will take her to live permanently within my own household."
Alhaji Bashir shook his head with absolute, unyielding finality. "I strictly forbid it. If you dare defy my directive by harboring her, I will officially strip you of my fatherly blessing permanently. Keep your eyes completely out of this matter and watch the absolute, merciless retribution I am about to inflict upon her."
Hajiya Binta pleaded desperately, "For the sake of God, Alhaji, I beg of you, do not cast her out onto the streets like a stray animal, do you hear me?"
Momi Nafisa chimed in with a calculated show of emotion, "Please, Alhaji, find it in your heart to show restraint. Since Naima has already successfully been wedded to Abbas, we can simply drop this entire conflict permanently. Let Mimi prepare herself and focus on returning to her university studies."
In a flash of pure, explosive rage, Alhaji Bashir whirled around to face Nafisa, his finger pointing directly at her face. "Which university studies are you talking about?! Nafisa, if you utter another foolish word, I will unleash a torrent of devastating profanity directly at you!" He violently pointed down at Mimi. "This worthless girl, by the soul of her father, has officially permanently concluded her western education under my patronage! She is going to enter a forced marital confinement this very day. This absolute day, I am going to give her away in marriage to absolutely anyone, even if it happens to be the lowest, most destitute creature on this earth! I do not want to hear a single syllable of objection from any human being in this house."
He scanned the room, his eyes wild with dominance. "Mark my words carefully, and watch the absolute judgment I am about to execute. Wherever I choose to dump her under the legal bond of marriage, I have officially placed a devastating parental curse (Alhakin Allah ya isa) upon any member of my extended family or bloodline who dares to attend the ceremony, whether I am made aware of it or not!"
It was only at this horrifying proclamation that Hajiya Sauda slowly lifted her gaze, locking her eyes directly onto him. Despite her deep anger toward Mimi's foolishness, the sacred, unbreakable bond between a mother and her child ultimately transcended everything. She spoke with a quiet, razor-sharp authority, "Alhaji, do you truly not perceive that this judgment is far too tyrannical and extreme?"
He glared back at her, his face contorted with absolute bitterness. "I have absolutely no requirement for your intervention in this matter, Hajiya Sauda! Especially since, from the very inception of this crisis, you explicitly stated that you washed your hands of the situation and were merely a detached advisor. Therefore, for the sake of Almighty God, I highly advise you to keep your advice completely to yourself! You currently hold an immense level of respect in my eyes, and I have no desire for us to initiate a toxic, disrespectful conflict that we have never engaged in throughout our entire marriage."
Hajiya Sauda opened her mouth to deliver a sharp counterargument, but Abdulkarim quickly and frantically signaled her with a desperate wave of his hand, pleading with her to remain absolutely silent. Recognizing the danger of pushing the volatile patriarch further, she clamped her lips shut. The Alhaji stormed out of the grand suite, muttering furiously that the girl was about to realize she wasn't nearly as clever as she fancied herself to be.
Hajiya Sauda turned her cold gaze onto Mimi and stated flatly, "This is the absolute, perfect antidote for your arrogance!"
Hajiya Binta whispered carefully, "Honestly, I strongly suspect that Mimi was systematically manipulated and led into this deep trap by an unseen hand within this house."
Momi Nafisa instantly took defense, snapping, "What exact insinuation are you making here?! Are you claiming that I am the mastermind who instructed her to rebel against her own father?"
Hajiya Binta replied coldly, "In a house like this, absolutely any horror is possible. Tell me, for children who were raised under the exact same moral guidance and roof, how is it that Naima was perfectly flexible and compliant, yet Mimi completely failed to bend?"
Hajiya Sauda cut through the brewing argument imperiously, "Cease this useless chatter immediately. The absolute entirety of the blame rests squarely on Mimi’s shoulders. I do not harbor a single shred of anger toward Alhaji for whatever merciless judgment he chooses to execute upon her life. If she had simply stood her ground and insisted she wouldn't marry Abbas while remaining within this house, it would have been infinitely better for her than this disgraceful escape. Who on earth knows what horrific defilement occurred during her secret flight?"
Mimi cried out desperately, "Hajiya, I beg of you to believe my words!"

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"I swear to you by the Almighty Allah, absolutely nothing untoward happened to me! I spent the night entirely alone inside the hotel room I checked into."
Abba interjected with cold finality, "You have decisively ruined your own life the very moment you set your foot outside your father's gate to chase after a random, full-grown man. Therefore, whatever disgraceful title the world chooses to brand you with from this day forward, you have no choice but to accept it."
Abdulkarim added, "It is our collective maternal suffering and the spiritual burden of our lineage that has caused her to inflict this humiliation upon the Alhaji. Therefore, whatever brutal punishment he decrees for her, my heart will not harbor a single ounce of pity."
Usaina, looking at her weeping sister, carefully offered a softer perspective. "Brother, in my personal view, considering this is the absolute first time Sister Mimi has ever actively defied his authority, shouldn't he exercise fatherly mercy and pardon her? He could always punish her severely if she ever repeats the offense."
Momi Nafisa instantly seized upon the comment, exclaiming, "Exactly, Usaina! That is the precise, merciful approach I am advocating for."
Meanwhile, Alhaji Bashir had stormed out of the estate with the absolute, unyielding determination to legally bind Mimi to the very first human being he crossed paths with. He knew very well that the single thing Mimi despised above all else in this world was poverty and low-class individuals; therefore, she was going to taste the absolute bitter dregs of a destitute lifestyle.
Just as he approached the grand security gates to exit the compound, his eyes locked onto Mallam Ismail, who was currently performing his ritual Islamic ablutions (Alwala) by the tap. It was as if divine destiny had frozen Ismail in that exact spot. Alhaji Bashir came to a sudden, dead halt, staring intensely at the young tutor. In that volatile moment, a specific memory flashed through his mind—he remembered a past conversation where Mimi had explicitly sneered and expressed her profound disgust and contempt for Ismail.
A bitter, vengeful smirk spread across the Alhaji's face. Perfect, he thought.
Mallam Ismail was in the middle of washing his feet when he noticed the billionaire patriarch approaching with intense urgency. He quickly stood up, adjusting his attire, and greeted him with profound respect, saying, "Good afternoon, Alhaji. May your wealth continue to multiply. I observed that Mimi has safely returned to the estate."
Alhaji Bashir forced a highly strained, artificial smile onto his face and replied, "Good afternoon to you, Mallam. Tell me, Mallam Ismail, if I recall correctly, you once confided in me that your own long-term girlfriend was forcefully married off to another man behind your back, correct?"
Ismail deeply detested reviving that painful memory, so he looked down and replied quietly, "That is entirely true, Alhaji. But I have completely surrendered the matter to the divine will of Allah. That was what God decreed."
Alhaji Bashir declared sharply, "Who is your official family representative (Wakili) who possesses the legal authority to accept a marriage covenant on your behalf?"
Ismail’s heart skipped a beat with a violent, panicked thud. Stuttering in absolute bewilderment, he stammered, "Alhaji... I don't quite comprehend. What did you just say?"
The Alhaji waved off his confusion, commanding, "Do not distress your mind for a single second. The moment the late afternoon (Asr) prayers are concluded, I want you to find the head security guard or Hamisu and officially designate them as your legal representative to accept a marriage covenant on your behalf. Do not be surprised by this; our Hausa elders wisely say that a divine denial from Allah is often a hidden blessing in disguise." Without offering another syllable of explanation, the Alhaji marched out of the gate, leaving Ismail standing completely paralyzed, his mind exploding with a thousand frantic questions with absolutely no one to answer them.
A few moments later, the estate security guard and Hamisu approached Ismail, saying, "Mallam, time is running out; you haven't delivered the official call to prayer (Adhan) yet." The guard added curiously, "Though it appeared Alhaji was the one who detained you in conversation, right?"
Ismail turned to them, his voice trembling with shock. "Can you believe that Alhaji just explicitly commanded me to find someone to designate as my legal representative to accept a marriage covenant on my behalf? He even explicitly suggested you, guard!"
The two domestic workers were instantly filled with profound astonishment. Hamisu speculated, "Could it be one of the female domestic workers within the estate staff? Considering he is fully aware you recently lost your bride."

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Ismail shook his head in distress, replying, "Honestly, because I have completely sworn off romance and love—and I only refrain from saying I have permanently retired from it so people don't accuse me of being overly dramatic—this entire situation feels incredibly overwhelming."
Hamisu counseled him wisely, "Listen to me carefully, Ismail. Since a man of his immense stature has personally selected you, he undoubtedly intends to bestow an immense fortune or blessing upon your life. Do not dare object or refuse; maintain absolute silence and submit."
Ismail sighed, "I possess absolutely no power to argue with him anyway; I surrendered my will long ago. Please, join me in fervent prayers that Almighty Allah grants me the spiritual fortitude to pass this trial, because I am clearly in the midst of a severe divine test."
They both chorused solemnly, "Amen. May Allah grant you absolute victory in this trial."
Following the completion of the congregational prayers, the Alhaji did not pray within the estate mosque. Approximately ten minutes later, Alhaji Bashir returned, accompanied by four of his elite business associates and his paternal younger brother, Kawu Shafiu—within whose Abuja residence Ismail had been accommodated since arriving for the wedding festivities.
Right there in the courtyard, Alhaji Bashir reached into his pocket, pulled out a pristine stack of thirty thousand naira cash, and thrust it directly into the hands of the estate security guard. "This represents the official bride-price (Sadaki) on behalf of Mallam Ismail," he announced with chilling authority. Turning to his younger brother, he designated him as the official representative of the bride's family. They immediately retraced their steps into the inner sanctuary of the mosque, where the legal marital vows were officially sealed, binding KHADIJA AND ISMAIL as husband and wife.
Absolutely none of the witnesses present realized that the "Khadija" in question was the billionaire's pampered daughter, primarily because her universally known moniker, "Mimi," completely obscured her legal birth name. The congregants emerged from the mosque whispering among themselves, utterly clueless about the reality of the drama.
Alhaji Bashir and his brother marched directly back into the mansion, heading straight up the grand staircase toward Mimi’s penthouse suite where Hajiya Sauda and the rest of the family were gathered.
Alhaji Bashir threw the stack of cash down, commanding, "Hand this bride-price directly to Binta!"
The entire room fell into a state of absolute, paralyzed silence, their eyes wide with shock. Hajiya Sauda was currently in the middle of performing her prayers, but the shock hit her so violently she felt as though she would faint directly onto the prayer mat. Momi Nafisa, who had greedily followed the men upstairs from the ground floor alongside her high-society guests, stepped forward, her voice trembling. "Alhaji, who on earth is the chosen groom?!"
He replied with an icy, terrifying calm, "He will be making his entrance shortly. Where on earth is Mimi?"
Hasana stammered, "She stepped into her private bathroom to take a shower."
He directed sharply, "The very moment she emerges, instruct her to prepare herself with absolute speed." The Alhaji turned on his heel and descended the stairs, leaving the family standing in a frozen, bewildered cluster, while his younger brother handed over the final legal documents and exited the estate.

Step 34

The very moment Mimi emerged from her shower, Hasana stepped into the bedroom and announced, "Dad explicitly commanded that you must prepare yourself right now."
Mimi’s eyes widened in panic. "Prepare myself to go where?!"
Hasana shook her head sorrowfully, "He didn't specify the destination, but those were his exact words."
Mimi hastily threw on a simple long traditional gown and sat heavily on the edge of her mattress, resting her chin in her hands in deep, anxious despondency. Hajiya Sauda, having concluded her prayers, sat in the exact same state of deep despair, tears streaming down her face as she murmured, "Unbelievable, Alhaji..."
A few moments later, the Alhaji ascended the stairs once again, barking, "Where on earth are Abba and his companion?"
Usaina was the only one who found the courage to speak, whispering, "They departed quite a while ago, Daddy. They mentioned they were going to perform their prayers elsewhere and head straight back to Abuja."
He grunted and descended the stairs once more. At the grand security gates, he encountered Hamisu and directed, "Mallam Hamisu, take my corporate card and fill the fuel tank of your vehicle to maximum capacity immediately. For the sake of God, I want you to personally transport this bride to Katsina. Now, where is that low-life Ismail?"
Hamisu answered, "He is currently inside his quarters."
The Alhaji commanded, "Go to his room right now and inform him that I explicitly order him to pack his belongings and report to me immediately."
Ismail’s material possessions were incredibly meager; he quickly gathered his few clothes, stuffed them into a single traveling bag, and emerged to stand by the security guard's post, while Hamisu drove out to secure the fuel.
Alhaji Bashir stepped out onto the driveway and imperiously signaled Ismail with a wave of his hand. Ismail approached the billionaire patriarch, his heart hammering against his ribs in absolute terror, silently praying, “Oh Allah, please look upon me with mercy throughout this sudden destiny that has befallen my life.”
He reached the patriarch’s side, and the Alhaji commanded coldly, "Follow me."
They marched together into the main living room. A few high-society wedding guests still lingered, though the crowd had thinned significantly compared to the afternoon peak. The Alhaji began mounting the grand staircase, with Ismail trailing behind like a condemned man. Bashir looked back over his shoulder, giving him a sharp, commanding nod to keep moving.
The moment they crossed the threshold of the penthouse suite, the Alhaji locked his eyes onto Usaina and barked, "Go fetch Mimi immediately."
Hajiya Binta stepped forward, her voice cracking with anxiety. "Alhaji, for the sake of heaven, what on earth is the meaning of this?!"
Momi Nafisa gasped, her eyes darting between them. "Are you seriously implying that this broke tutor is the chosen husband?!"
Usaina hurried into the inner bedroom where Hasana was waiting and whispered, "Sister Mimi, Dad is calling for you right now."
Mimi bolted upright in panic. Without even pausing to throw on a traditional headscarf, she emerged into the lounge in a state of absolute psychological terror. She was entirely under the delusion that her father was about to announce her permanent banishment to her mother's village or Hajiya Binta's home.
The moment she stepped out, she locked her eyes onto him and whispered, "Here I am, Dad."
He pointed a cold finger at Ismail and declared, "Prepare your things immediately. Behold your legal husband standing right before you; you are departing with him this very hour."
Mimi’s eyes widened to their absolute limits, and a blood-curdling shriek ripped from her throat. "Dad! What did you just say?! Oh my God, I am ruined!" She collapsed instantly onto the polished floor, completely unconscious. Hajiya Binta and the other sisters rushed to her side, lifting her limp body while loudly invoking the sacred name of Allah.
Momi Nafisa stepped forward, protesting loudly, "This is absolutely impossible, Alhaji! This cannot stand!"
He unleashed a furious, silencing hiss. "Do not push my patience to its limits, Nafisa! Splash some cold water over her face so she regains consciousness immediately. Pack every single one of her belongings right now; Katsina is a vast distance from here." He then turned his cold gaze onto Ismail, who was so profoundly paralyzed with shock he couldn't formulate a single syllable. "As for you, from this exact second, you are officially fired from my employment."

Step 36

Mimi dissolved into deep, hysterical weeping the moment she regained consciousness. Momi Nafisa began throwing a dramatic tantrum, screaming, "This is absolute madness! I am completely ruined! What an absolute mockery, considering Naima successfully married Abbas, yet I have to witness Mimi being tied to a destitute beggar she utterly despises!" She let out a sharp, disgusted hiss and stormed out of the penthouse in a towering rage.
Hasana and Usaina immediately began packing Mimi’s clothes, alongside her university textbooks and academic materials. As she continued to weep uncontrollably, the Alhaji returned to the room just as Hamisu arrived from the fueling station. The patriarch marched directly into Mimi’s walk-in closet and demanded, "Hand over every single one of your automated teller machine (ATM) bank cards right now."
She handed them over between gasps of tears, desperately begging and pleading for fatherly mercy. He ruthlessly confiscated absolutely every single asset that connected her to his vast empire. When he reached for her extensive collection of gold jewelry, Hajiya Sauda quickly stepped forward and intercepted them, locking them away.
Hasana whispered carefully, "Hajiya, please, you should have at least let her keep her jewelry."
Hajiya Sauda snapped back fiercely, "Every single one of you needs to shut your mouths right this instant!"
The sisters were forbidden from packing Mimi's entire extensive wardrobe; however, they managed to completely fill all of her premium travel suitcases. Her designer shoes and luxury cosmetics were fully packed. It was only at that volatile moment that Mimi suddenly remembered her smartphone. Spotting her handbag which contained a large stack of personal cash, she looked at Hasana and whispered frantically, "Where is my bag?"
Hasana quickly stepped out into the lounge, fetched the handbag, and handed it to her. Mimi hastily stuffed her smartphone deep inside the lining of another traveling bag after quickly switching it to silent mode. She sneaked a glance at the screen—there were over fifty consecutive missed calls from Khalil. A fresh torrent of tears spilled over her cheeks. In her heart, a desperate, final resolution formed: There is absolutely no turning back now. We have no choice but to elope permanently.
A stream of domestic estate workers began hauling Mimi’s heavy suitcases downstairs, loading them into the backseat and the expansive trunk of the vehicle. As for Mimi, she was completely hollow, unable to do anything except weep continuously. Hajiya Binta gently wrapped a heavy designer shawl around her shoulders.
Alhaji Bashir personally escorted her down to the driveway, monitoring her every step like a prison guard. Every single wedding guest and domestic worker on the estate had gathered in a tense, silent circle, watching the surreal banishment unfold.
He leaned into the car window, his voice dropping into a dangerously calm, permanent directive: "Do not dare entertain the delusion, even as a joke, that you are ever permitted to set foot near my mansion again until the day I personally summon you." He then spun around and locked his eyes onto Ismail, delivering a razor-sharp warning: "As for you, I am placing a severe warning upon your head. Keep your eyes wide open and monitor her continuously, because I know very well that her immediate plan will be to attempt an escape."
Ismail replied solemnly, "By the direct will of Allah (Insha Allah), Alhaji, I shall do so."
Just as the engine roared to life and the vehicle was about to pull away, Hajiya Binta came running down the driveway, desperately waving her hands. She thrust the stack of thirty thousand naira bride-price cash directly through the window into Mimi’s hands, panting, "Take this, my child! It was completely forgotten inside!" Mimi clutched the money tightly, knowing very well that in her impending destitute reality, every single cent would be desperately needed.
The vehicle was an exceptionally large model; yet the entire cabin and trunk were completely crammed with her luggage, leaving barely enough space for two individuals to sit in the rear. Mimi huddled against the window, while Ismail sat in the front passenger seat, staring straight ahead, looking as though he was on the absolute verge of screaming in sheer psychological distress and misery.
Alhaji Bashir stepped up to the front passenger door, looking at the young tutor's pale face. "You look completely overwhelmed, Mallam. Tell me, at this exact moment, what is your single greatest problem?"
Ismail looked up at the billionaire patriarch, his voice trembling with honesty. "My absolute greatest problem, Alhaji, is that I have absolutely no decent shelter to accommodate a girl of her stature."
The Alhaji countered flatly, "Does your family not possess a house in the province?"
Ismail stammered, "We do, Alhaji... but my private room is located within the exterior entrance gatehouse (Soro)."
Alhaji Bashir smirked coldly and declared, "Do not distress your mind for a single second. You will dump her right there inside that gatehouse...!"

Step 37

Ismail swallowed hard and whispered, "Understood, Alhaji. Thank you."
From the exact moment the vehicle pulled out of the estate gates, Mimi wept continuously, her sobs echoing through the cabin as they cleared the city limits. Every now and then, Ismail would nervously turn his head to look at her, but he found himself completely paralyzed, utterly unable to utter a single word of comfort. To be completely honest before God, he harbored an intense level of fear and intimidation toward her at this point.
Hamisu, who was piloting the vehicle, glanced at him from the rearview mirror and urged, "For heaven's sake, man, initiate a conversation with your bride! You need to offer her some tender words of comfort to calm her down."
Ismail replied in a voice filled with deep misery, "Just leave her alone to weep. To be completely honest with you, I feel an intense urge to burst into hysterical tears myself, I swear by Allah."
Hamisu let out a sudden laugh, asking, "What on earth do you mean you want to cry?! Are you serious?! Today of all days, shouldn't you be the happiest man alive on this earth?"
Ismail released a sharp, disgusted hiss and muttered, "I swear to you, the sheer misery I feel this day can only be compared to the catastrophic day my biological mother passed away into the grave."
Mimi’s mind was completely detached from their conversation; she was entirely oblivious to the words they were trading. She carefully reached into her bag, retrieved her smartphone, and switched it off silent mode. Without a second's delay, she dialed Khalil’s number.
On the very second ring, he snatched up the call, his voice filled with frantic panic. "Mimi! Where on earth are you?!"
She whispered urgently, "Are you aware of what has transpired?"
"No, not at all!" he replied.
She broke the news quickly: "As we speak right now, we are officially on the highway heading to Katsina. I want you to immediately board a commercial vehicle heading to Katsina and tail us; I will continuously feed you our real-time location and descriptions along the route. We are permanently leaving this city."
Khalil responded instantly, "Consider it done! If I fail to secure a direct vehicle to Katsina from this station, I will immediately board one to Kaduna, and regardless of how late into the night it gets, I will catch a connection. If all else fails, I will sneak into my family estate under the cover of darkness, bypass my parents, and take one of our private cars."
"Absolutely not!" she commanded frantically. "Do not dare go near your family home where you can be spotted and detained. I would deeply hate for them to lock you down. An immense cascade of catastrophic events occurred the moment I returned to my house. I am hit by a wave of profound, agonizing regret for ever going back, but the moment we reunite, I will explain everything to you. For the sake of Almighty God, please give me your sacred promise that you will come for me?"
"I am entirely committed to you," he vowed fiercely. "Do not worry your head for a single second; I am right behind you."
Mimi deliberately chose to conceal the devastating truth that her marriage vows had officially been legally sealed to Ismail. She desperately withheld the information out of fear that it would completely crush his morale and prevent him from launching his rescue mission to reach her.
Meanwhile, back at the Abuja estate, Hajiya Sauda and her daughters immediately began packing their own belongings, preparing to permanently vacate the mansion. Hasana and Usaina began sorting through the remaining items in Mimi’s room...

Part 2: Structural & Stylistic Description

This segment of the manuscript represents a climactic structural convergence, where the author seamlessly transitions from a fast-paced domestic drama into a high-stakes, multi-layered prose.

1. Linguistic Geometry of Social Collapse

The author uses sharp, contrastive terminology to emphasize Mimi’s sudden fall from grace. The transition from luxury items to the raw reality of traditional life is underscored by specific linguistic choices:

• The word "Soro" (a traditional, mud-brick or basic sandcrete exterior gatehouse typically reserved for low-income guards or male youth) is structurally juxtaposed against Mimi’s "Saman" (her elite, isolated penthouse suite).

• The transition of "Khadija" from a hidden structural asset (her legal name used to execute the forced marriage without the public’s immediate realization) to her reality as a disgraced daughter emphasizes the absolute power of patriarchal authority in this society.

  2. Rhythmic Pacing and Tone Shifts

  The narrative structure utilizes an accelerating domino effect. The text moves rapidly from the physical abuse of Mimi by her half-brothers to her immediate legal disownment, culminating in the sudden, opportunistic deployment of Mallam Ismail as an instrument of parental retribution. The author maintains a tone of dark realism, completely avoiding traditional romantic tropes; the forced marriage is treated as a cold corporate restructuring of familial honor.

  Part 3: Analytical Breakdown

  1. The Dynamic of Fraternal Retribution

  The violent reception Mimi receives from Abba and Abdulkarim highlights a vital sociological element within the polygamous (Kishiyanci) northern elite structure:

• The Burdens of Lineage: The half-brothers do not view Mimi’s flight merely as an act of personal defiance; they view it as a direct threat to the family capital and corporate standing. Their physical violence is driven by an underlying resentment toward the extreme privilege Mimi enjoyed under their father's uncharacteristic favoritism.

• The Erasure of Patronage: By branding her a "Yar Iska" (a loose/worthless woman), the brothers and the father systematically strip her of her status as an elite heiress, transforming her into a liability that must be discarded immediately to preserve the family’s structural integrity.

  2. The Arbitrary Exercise of Patriarchal Tyranny

  Alhaji Bashir’s absolute transformation from a doting, overindulgent father into a merciless tyrant exposes the fragile foundation of Mimi's original status:

• The Retribution Mechanism: Bashir’s selection of Mallam Ismail is a calculated, psychological execution. He doesn't merely marry her off to punish her; he explicitly selects the exact individual whom Mimi had previously singled out as the epitome of low-class destitution. This choice is designed to completely break her spirit.

• The Parental Curse (Alhakin Allah ya isa): By weaponizing traditional Islamic concepts of parental authority and placing a formal curse on any relative who aids her, Bashir completely insulates his judgment from internal family mediation, forcing even the sympathetic Hajiya Binta to comply with her banishment.

  3. The Parallel Tragedies of Subjugation

  The text masterfully balances three distinct states of emotional isolation:

• Mimi's Delusion: Mimi remains trapped in a dangerous cinematic fantasy, relying on a secret smartphone to coordinate an elopement with Khalil, completely failing to grasp the legal and social permanence of the Daura Aure (marriage contract) that has just been executed over her life.
• Ismail's Spiritual Crisis: Ismail is portrayed not as a triumphant opportunist, but as a secondary victim of Bashir's tyrannical whim. His internal comparison of this wedding day to the day of his mother's death (Ranar da mahaifiyata ta mutu) illustrates his profound terror of being forced into a union with an elite, resentful girl who views him with absolute contempt, recognizing that he has been weaponized as an instrument of torture.

• Nafisa's Malicious Miscalculation: While Momi Nafisa celebrates the immediate victory of securing the billionaire alliance for her biological daughter Naima, she fails to realize the structural instability of a marriage built on absolute lack of communication and mutual resentment, setting up a parallel domestic collapse.

  Clarifying Continuation Question

  The narrative has reached an absolute boiling point, with Mimi actively leading Khalil into a high-stakes pursuit toward Katsina, completely unaware of the legal permanence of her new reality. Would you like to proceed with the translation of the next segment to see how Ismail handles her arrival at his family gatehouse, or should we focus on analyzing the impending corporate fallout between Alhaji Bashir and the Minister regarding Abbas's behavior?