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Fahimah Book 1
Page 1: The Sudden Collapse & Medical Crisis
With great difficulty, she managed to stand up by leaning against the wall, but the moment she stood, her bleeding intensified sharply. Suddenly, a thick darkness swallowed her vision, and her sight completely vanished—thud! She collapsed directly onto Fahimah, who was snoring loudly, enjoying the comfort of the air conditioner.
Startled awake, Fahimah frantically pushed Amrah off her legs, reciting prayers of protection. She jumped up, her body trembling with fear, and switched on the electric light. That was when she saw blood pouring from Amrah, who was completely motionless. Paralyzed with panic, Fahimah bolted out of the room toward Ammi’s quarters, screaming her name from the living room.
Even Baba Talatu, who was busy frying pastries (Baskwata), heard Fahimah’s frantic cries for Ammi. Her biggest fear was that people would claim she had killed Uwais’s wife. Caught in a deep sleep, Ammi heard Fahimah’s screams approaching her room, and the two collided right at the doorway. Fahimah cupped her hands together beneath her chin like a desperate beggar.
She cried out, "Please help me, Ammi! Amrah is going to die in my room! I swear to Allah I didn't do anything to her. I just woke up and found her collapsed on me, bleeding heavily. I am ruined, Ammi...!"
Ammi snapped, "Get out of my face, you foolish girl, she is in labor!"
Ammi shoved her aside and rushed toward the bedroom, just as Baba Talatu arrived. Together, they entered the room. The moment they saw the state Amrah was in, they realized this labor was facing severe, dangerous complications.
Ammi turned to Talatu. "Hurry, grab my phone and the car keys!"
Talatu ran back instantly to fetch them. Together, Ammi and Talatu hoisted Amrah up and carried her outside. As they moved, Ammi barked a final order to Fahimah: "Grab the bag Amrah brought with her; it must have baby clothes inside. Follow us immediately!"
They rushed to Standard Hospital, knowing that no matter how late it was, a doctor would be on duty. The medical team received her immediately. Upon the initial examination, the female doctor delivered a devastating update:
"Amrah cannot deliver this baby naturally; there is a massive complication. Furthermore, the baby is in a breech position. The only viable option is an emergency Cesarean Section (CS) to save either her or the baby. In this condition, it is highly likely we might lose one of them."
Overwhelmed by pure panic, Ammi began chanting the Islamic declaration of faith (Shahada). Fahimah stood frozen, shivering violently like a leaf. The doctor urged them, "Hurry, her husband or father must come immediately to sign the consent form. Time is running out, and there is absolutely nothing we can do for her without a CS."
Talatu, managing to find her courage, snapped at Fahimah, "Give me Ammi's phone from your hand, right after you dial my boss for me!"
Fahimah obeyed instantly. She had completely forgotten she was holding Ammi's phone, having left her own at home. With trembling fingers, she searched for Uwais’s number and handed the phone to Talatu.
Uwais answered on the very first ring. Far away, he was pacing restlessly as if he were the one in labor, anxiously waiting to see what would happen next. What on earth had brought Amrah to his family home, let alone into Fahimah's bedroom in the dead of night? And where was Fahimah that she let Amrah answer her phone at midnight? He was certain everything had completely fallen apart. If only he had listened to his mother's advice from the very beginning, none of this would have happened.
Now, what language could he possibly use to explain things to Amrah so she would understand? And what would she think of Fahimah? Amrah would never trust her again; all the love she once had for her would turn to pure hatred today.
The moment Uwais answered, Talatu calmly explained the critical situation and the doctor's grim warning. To Uwais, it felt as though a lightning bolt had struck his head. He wished he could sprout wings and fly to Nigeria instantly. His baby! The flesh and blood he had longed for was now at risk because of his own reckless mistakes.
"Put the doctor on the phone," he managed to choke out in sheer agony.
He informed the doctor that he was out of the country and that her parents were out of town, granting full consent for the emergency CS and any other necessary medical intervention. He pleaded, "Doctor, please help me. Do not let me lose either of them. I love them both, and they mean everything to me. I have wronged her, and I desperately need to beg for her forgiveness... if she dies in this state, I will never forgive myself..."
His voice cracked completely, sounding entirely unlike the bold, courageous Uwais everyone knew. The doctor didn't waste time with long conversations, realizing he was completely beside himself, and immediately prepared Amrah for the operating theater.
Page 2: Heartbreak & Isolation
"It’s a baby boy, but he was stillborn. The mother is still unconscious. She should regain consciousness within the next two hours once the anesthesia wears off. Only then can you go in to see her."
The petite nurse delivered the news to Ammi, simultaneously handing over the infant wrapped in a white shawl. With trembling hands and a shaking body, Ammi received the child and uncovered his face. All three women stared at him. He was the exact spitting image of Uwais—fair-skinned, inheriting absolutely nothing from Amrah's features. Even the baby's fingernails were identical to Uwais's.
Looking at the baby, Fahimah felt an overwhelming rush of love for him, perhaps because of his striking resemblance to Uwais. She buried her face in Ammi’s shoulder and wept bitterly. Uwais kept calling repeatedly, but none of them had the emotional strength to answer his phone. Ammi instructed Fahimah to stay behind while she and Talatu took the baby home so the security guard could call the neighbors to prepare him for burial.
Not long after they left, Amrah was wheeled into the amenity ward. Fahimah quickly followed the nurses as they placed Amrah on the bed, completed the post-operative checks, and stepped out.
Fahimah pulled up a chair right beside Amrah's head. She began reciting prayers, blowing softly on her to bestow blessings. Looking at the blood and intravenous fluids being administered, Fahimah thought about how desperately she used to want children—especially when Uwais told her he would love their future children more than himself. But if childbirth was this terrifyingly brutal, she wanted no part of it. This truly was a matter of having one foot in this world and one foot in the grave.
Remembering the massive pool of blood she had seen Amrah lose, a deep, paralyzing fear gripped her. Since Allah had protected her from getting pregnant so far, she vowed never to engage in anything that would cause pregnancy again. She would leave Uwais entirely to Amrah so they could have as many children as they wanted. She even decided to cancel her plans to move into her matrimonial home; she would continue living with her beloved Ammi forever.
Around 10:00 AM, Amrah slowly opened her eyes. Before her vision could fully clear, her gaze landed on the blood transfusion bag dripping into her veins. It was then she realized she was on a hospital bed. But what had brought her to the hospital? Didn't she just lie down on Fahimah's bed to sleep?
"Masha Allah, you are awake, Aunt y Amrah? Let me call the doctor," she heard Fahimah’s voice beside her.
That voice instantly triggered the raw memory of why she was in the hospital. Amrah quickly reached down toward her stomach, only to find it completely empty! In a panic, she frantically tried to sit up, just as the doctor walked in with Fahimah following close behind. The doctor quickly pushed her back down onto the bed. "Be careful, Madam, you just underwent a major surgery." He then asked her, "Are you alright?"
She simply nodded. She shut her eyes tightly the moment Fahimah stepped closer to her side, asking the doctor if Amrah could be given some tea. The doctor replied that she should wait a little longer; a nurse would soon arrive to administer her medication.
From that moment on, Amrah kept her eyes tightly shut, refusing to open them again. She simply could not stand the sight of Fahimah, though she wasn't sleeping. She remained like this until Ammi and Talatu returned.
Ammi, unaware that Amrah was awake, stood by the bed and whispered to Fahimah that the baby boy had already been buried. She prayed that Allah would bless them with another child and grant the parents the fortitude to bear the loss. She added that Uwais was already on his way back tomorrow, even though he hadn't finished the business that took him abroad.
Scalding tears rolled down the sides of Amrah’s face. My son is gone, she thought bitterly. All the agony I endured during this pregnancy was lost, all because of the heartbreak caused by Fahimah and Uwais. Even if Uwais were the last man on earth, she was completely done with him today. If she didn't leave him, the heartbreak he caused would eventually kill her. She began plotting a way to escape before Uwais could arrive and find her. But with what face could she return to her own parents?
The overwhelming weight of these thoughts caused Amrah to burst into loud, uncontrollable sobs. The others, not realizing she had been awake all along, assumed she was crying solely over the loss of her baby. They had no idea that her heart was breaking from a completely different betrayal. How much could one soul bear?
Ammi rushed forward, holding her hand to console her. "Please stay strong, Amrah. Insha Allah, he will be our savior in the hereafter. You didn't see him, but he looked exactly like Uwais in uniform. Allah has a great reward prepared in the hereafter for parents who lose their children at a young age. Do not despair; pray to Allah to bless you with a living, blessed child in the future, okay?"
Amrah refused to even look at Ammi, continuing to bury her face in her hands and sob. In her heart, she believed that everything Uwais and Fahimah did was with Ammi's full knowledge. After all, they lived right under her nose, and Ammi was educated enough to know what was going on.
What could Ammi possibly say to comfort her now? She had essentially left her son to cater to his mistress, allowing them to continue their illicit affair.
The family was completely baffled by Amrah’s behavior. Ever since she woke up, she had refused to eat or drink, doing nothing but weep and completely rejecting Ammi's attempts to comfort her.
They stood by her bed until nightfall, pleading with her, but she didn't say a single word to them. Out of desperation, Ammi called the head doctor, begging him to examine her to ensure she wasn't suffering from any other complications, fearing her blood pressure would spike dangerously.
Page 3: The Broken Friendship & The Great Escape
The doctor entered the room and asked everyone to give him some space so he could speak with Amrah privately. He pulled up a chair and sat before her. "Madam, may I know what the problem is? I assume you are a Muslim; you know that death is inevitable for everyone, young and old. I expected you to accept Allah's will, pray for the child, and ask Allah to bless you with another pregnancy soon."
Through her tears, Amrah replied, "Doctor, I am actually happy that the baby is gone. If nothing else, he will finally taste the bitter heartbreak he inflicted on me. Because of his betrayal, he too has lost the very thing he longed for. My only concern right now is how to get to Abuja. Please help me, discharge me today, and lend me your phone so I can call my driver to come pick me up."
The doctor sighed, "This is a serious matter. I cannot discharge you until the day after tomorrow. Standard medical regulations dictate that a patient can only be discharged three days after a major surgery, and only if we are certain no complications will arise. Ideally, let me explain to your mother that you wish to travel to Abuja as soon as you are discharged. I am certain she will understand and take you there herself..."
Amrah interrupted him sharply, "Doctor, I have absolutely nothing to do with those people! And if you won't help me, I swear to Allah I will walk out of this hospital even if I have to crawl!"
She burst into another round of hysterical crying. The doctor was entirely at a loss. Since he had Uwais’s phone number—which the previous doctor had handed over during the shift change—he returned to his office and called him, explaining his wife's frantic mental state.
Uwais felt completely utterly helpless, finding no comfort anywhere. To make matters worse, his flight booking for the next day had been canceled due to heavy harmattan haze, meaning he wouldn't get a flight for another three days. With a heavy heart, he begged the doctor to monitor her closely and ensure she didn't leave the hospital under any circumstances until the three days were up. He promised that on the day of her discharge, he would send her elder brother's wife to come pick her up, knowing Amrah would trust her and agree to follow her.
Immediately after, he called Jabeer. The moment Jabeer heard Uwais's voice, he knew something was terribly wrong.
Uwais pleaded, "Jabeer, I don't even know where to begin. I know even you won't forgive me, let alone Amrah. But I swear to Allah, I fully intended to tell her everything the moment I returned, just so she could deliver the baby safely. But destiny caught up with my hopes. Today, my mistakes and my failure to listen to my mother's advice have caused me to lose my baby."
Jabeer gasped, "Hasbunallahu wa ni’imal wakeel (Allah is sufficient for us, and He is the best disposer of affairs). What on earth happened, Uwais?"
Wiping the cold sweat pouring down his forehead, Uwais confessed everything to Jabeer, concluding with, "I never took my marriage to Fahimah seriously. Ever since I married Amrah, I never looked back at Fahimah. I did everything in my power to make Amrah understand that as a man, I couldn't live without a wife at home, begging her to transfer back to B.U.K so we could live together. But Amrah deliberately refused to understand; she packed her bags and went off to Malaysia, leaving me completely alone. As a man, I know you understand the temptation I faced, knowing I already had another legal wife available.
But I swear to Allah, Jabeer, I never thought that secret marriage would amount to anything, which is why I delayed telling Amrah. Then she got pregnant with severe complications, so I delayed the truth further, intending to tell her after she safely delivered. I have no idea how Amrah found out, how she came to our house, or how she ended up in Fahimah's bedroom holding her phone. From there, everything shattered, and I am certain the shock triggered her premature labor. I am so sorry, Jabeer. I swear to Allah it wasn't intentional, but this is what Allah decreed. My baby, whom I loved so dearly, was born dead, and Amrah is throwing a tantrum at the hospital, insisting on returning to Abuja, even though I've booked a flight to return in three days."
Jabeer was deeply furious, but maintaining his dignified composure, he spoke firmly: "You made a catastrophic mistake, Uwais. Your elders also failed you. This issue should have been brought forward right when you were seeking Amrah’s hand in marriage, so everyone could decide whether to proceed or back out. But now, you've ruined everything. You know Daddy was never happy about your marriage in the first place; he only consented because he saw how much Amrah loved you. Therefore, I cannot take Amrah into my home without our parents knowing about this. Murjanatu has never given birth before and has no idea how to care for someone recovering from a CS. As soon as she is discharged, I will personally pick her up from the hospital and we will drive straight to Abuja."
From the icy tone of Jabeer's voice, Uwais could tell his friend was harboring immense rage, merely trying to suppress it. Jabeer's deepest hurt was that despite their tight, lifelong friendship, Uwais had hidden the fact that he had another wife. If he had just been honest from the start, Jabeer could have helped him or advised him on how to handle it properly. That is what true friendship was about. But back then, Uwais was completely blinded by his desperate obsession to possess Amrah by any means necessary. Therefore, Jabeer was now fully prepared to support whatever decision Amrah chose to make regarding her marriage, because she loved Uwais blindly, and he had utterly betrayed her trust.
This was exactly why women constantly wept over the untrustworthy nature of men when it came to love; it was true that men could never be trusted when another woman was involved. But why Uwais? The very man Jabeer viewed as the epitome of a loving husband? (If you ever think a man can be completely faithful to you, discard that thought — Takori).
From the cold manner in which Jabeer ended the call, Uwais knew his brother-in-law was profoundly deeply hurt as Amrah's biological brother. If her brother felt this betrayed, how much worse would her parents and Amrah herself feel? He hadn't built his marriage on a foundation of truth from the beginning, so now he had to face the music like a man and prepare for the incoming storm.
Page 4: Tense Confrontations & The Aftermath
Every word of that intense phone conversation was heard by Murjanatu, who was sitting right beside Jabeer. Once he hung up, she looked at her husband, who was breathing heavily in anger. Murjanatu was a highly educated, sensible, and deeply rational woman. She turned to Jabeer and said:
"Uwais is your true friend, and you should stand by him regardless of the circumstances. Do not blindly take your sister's side and throw away years of brotherhood. Right now, he needs your support more than ever. Do not forget it was his own mother who ordered him to marry that girl, and she was the one raising her. His mother explicitly stated that if he didn't marry Fahimah, he wouldn't be allowed to marry Amrah either. I am certain that was his sole reason for complying—the absolute terror of losing Amrah. If you were in his shoes, what would you have done? Would you commit adultery because your wife refused to stay at home with you, or would you turn to your legally wedded wife who was right there?"
Jabeer didn't say a word, but the rigid anger on his face visibly softened.
"Get up, let's go see how she is doing," he told her. "He said she is at Standard Hospital."
Murjanatu grabbed her veil and followed him outside, as he had already marched to the car. His biggest worry was that Daddy would hold him responsible for Uwais's actions, since he had been the facilitator of their entire marriage.
By asking the hospital staff for the patient admitted the previous night who had a stillbirth, Jabeer and Murjanatu easily located the ward where Ammi and Fahimah were staying.
They found Ammi and Fahimah standing over Amrah's bed. Fahimah was holding a cup of thick tea, while Ammi held a plate of fried eggs and boiled liver that Talatu had brought from home. They were desperately trying to coax her into eating, but Amrah refused to even open her eyes, let alone look at them. This behavior was beginning to deeply irritate Ammi, who still had no idea what crime she had supposedly committed against her daughter-in-law, though Fahimah was already drowning in deep guilt.
The sound of Jabeer and his wife reciting the Islamic greeting broke the silence and caused Amrah to instantly snap her eyes open. She made a violent attempt to sit up, but Murjanatu rushed forward, gently holding her down. "Oh no, Amrah. Please lie down and rest so you can heal. I am here now. Lean on me, okay? We are going to Abuja together."
Amrah felt an instant wave of relief wash over her. She let out a long sigh and finally stopped crying. This reaction deeply baffled Ammi—it was blindingly obvious that they were the ones Amrah despised seeing. What on earth had they done to her besides showing her absolute care? Did she honestly suspect that they had hand-delivered Uwais's baby to his grave?
Murjanatu turned to greet Ammi. With a single glance at Fahimah, she instantly deduced she was Uwais's second wife. The girl's sheer elegance and class were undeniable, and her dark complexion was incredibly radiant and expensive-looking. Murjanatu internally felt a sudden wave of shared jealousy on Amrah's behalf. To compete with a striking, drop-dead gorgeous black beauty like Fahimah required a woman with a mountain of courage—and she knew for a fact that Amrah did not possess that kind of strength.
Murjanatu stayed with them until nightfall, and she was the only one who successfully convinced Amrah to drink some tea. What further shattered Fahimah's composure was how, ever since Amrah woke up, she had completely refused to even glance in her direction. This confirmed her darkest suspicion: someone had leaked the truth (Uwais must have confessed over the phone), which triggered her premature labor and this burning fury directed at them, including Ammi.
A deep sense of guilt and exhaustion washed over Fahimah, causing her to step away from the bedside. Seeing that Murjanatu was staying, she whispered to Ammi that she was going home to freshen up and would return late at night to watch over Amrah. Ammi agreed and told Murjanatu to ask Amrah what she would like for dinner. Amrah merely pouted and remained completely silent.
Ammi swallowed her rising anger. She originally intended to leave with Fahimah, but forcing herself to be patient, she decided to stay. Even Murjanatu was deeply displeased by the blatant disrespect Amrah was showing toward her husband's mother. However, since Ammi was right there, she couldn't scold her sister-in-law.
When Murjanatu prepared to leave after Maghrib prayer as Jabeer arrived to pick her up, Amrah threw a massive tantrum. She fiercely refused to let Murjanatu leave, insisting that she must sleep at the hospital so they could drive straight to Abuja first thing in the morning, even if the doctor refused to discharge her.
Murjanatu nearly died of embarrassment, as Amrah delivered this blunt declaration right in front of Ammi. From that exact moment, Ammi's suspicions were fully confirmed: the very disaster she had been helping Uwais avoid for so long had finally blown up in their faces. Some snitch had exposed the secret before the right time.
Ammi no longer blamed Amrah entirely, recognizing that Uwais was fully at fault for this mess. However, she decided to wash her hands of the matter—whoever brought the rain must deal with the mud. She had begged Uwais repeatedly to be honest with his wife from the start, but he had stubbornly refused.
Ultimately, Murjanatu was forced to spend the night at the hospital. Meanwhile, Fahimah returned home, picked up her phone from where Amrah had dropped it the previous night, and checked her call logs. There, she saw a received call from Uwais at midnight—the exact time he usually called her for their late-night romantic chats.
She remembered exactly where she had left the phone and how deeply she had been sleeping. Uwais must have called, Amrah picked up, and he must have unleashed his usual unfiltered, deeply romantic sweet talk before realizing who was on the line. Whenever that man started his romantic prose, Fahimah would usually get so flustered she wouldn't know where to hide out of sheer shyness.
"Hasbunallahu wa ni’imal wakeel," Fahimah uttered aloud, sitting on the edge of her bed and holding her head in her hands.
This agonizing realization was the exact reason she couldn't bring herself to return to the hospital that night. She completely switched off her phone to prevent Ammi from calling and questioning her absence. She didn't want Uwais to call her either today. Everyone needed to deal with their own catastrophic problems alone. She couldn't even sleep; instead, she spent the entire night standing in voluntary night prayers (Nafilah). She didn't even know exactly what she was begging Allah for, or what her true desires were, other than praying for Allah to bring peace and reconciliation to their hearts. She genuinely did not want Amrah's marriage to shatter because of her. A woman's pain is shared by all women. If she had been in Amrah's shoes, no matter how much she loved Uwais, she would have punished him severely—let alone Amrah, who had given him her absolute, unconditional trust.
In her own personal philosophy, Fahimah had never deluded herself into believing a man could belong to her alone. She had always kept it in the back of her mind that even after Amrah, Uwais had the legal right to marry two more women, so she had never deceived herself the way Amrah had. But what about all those times Amrah used to playfully tell her to marry Uwais in the past? It turned out it was all empty talk from the lips, never originating from the heart—just the random mood swings of pregnancy, right? Laughable. Yet, since that incident, Fahimah realized she actually loved Amrah even more, even though it didn't completely stop her from feeling flashes of jealousy from time to time.
The next morning, right after performing her dawn prayer, Fahimah hurried into the kitchen and prepared a special breakfast she knew Amrah could easily eat, along with food for Ammi and the others. She packed everything into a basket and walked out toward the main gate, intending to hail a tricycle (Adaidaita) to the hospital.
The moment she stepped into the courtyard, Ammi's car drove through the gates. Fahimah froze in her tracks, waiting as Ammi parked the car in her usual spot. Fahimah rushed over, took the handbag from her hand, and they walked inside together. Ammi sighed:
"You shouldn't have wasted your time preparing all that food. They left for Abuja a long time ago. And you went ahead and switched off your phone so I couldn't even notify you. I swear, I have seen ultimate madness today. Is jealousy such a disease that a woman would hit the highway to Abuja with a fresh, raw CS wound on her body?"
My suspicions were 100% correct! Fahimah thought bitterly to herself.
With a heavy heart and a numb body, she returned the food basket to the kitchen and retreated to her bedroom. The moment she switched on her phone, an incoming call from Uwais flashed across the screen. She instantly switched it off again; she simply lacked the courage to say a single word to him.
But within seconds, Ammi marched directly into her bedroom, holding her own phone out. "Fahimah! Why on earth are you refusing to answer your husband's calls just because of that girl...?"
Story Summary
- The Tragic Birth: Amrah suffers a catastrophic health collapse due to the shock of discovering her husband's secret. She undergoes an emergency Cesarean Section at Standard Hospital, resulting in a heartbreaking stillbirth of her baby boy, who perfectly resembles his father, Uwais.
- The Secret Exposed: The truth behind Uwais’s secret marriage to Fahimah is accidentally exposed when Amrah answers a midnight romantic call intended for Fahimah. This ultimate betrayal shatters Amrah’s trust, leading her to completely reject both Fahimah and her mother-in-law, Ammi, whom she believes was a co-conspirator in the deceit.
The Great Escape: Refusing to face Uwais—who is trapped abroad for three days due to severe harmattan flight cancellations—Amrah rebels against medical advice. She forces her brother’s wife, Murjanatu, and her furious brother, Jabeer, to illegally spirit her away to Abuja directly from her hospital bed, leaving a fractured family and a guilt-ridden Fahimah behind.
Character & Setting Description
The Settings
- Standard Hospital (The Amenity Ward): A sterile, tense environment where life and death collide. It serves as the staging ground for Amrah's physical recovery and her emotional withdrawal, filled with dripping intravenous lines and silent confrontations.
Ammi’s Family Compound: A spacious home that transforms from a place of domestic peace (pastry frying and sleeping under A.C.) into a pressure cooker of guilt, unacknowledged secrets, and broken phone lines.
Key Characters
- Amrah (The Betrayed Wife): A deeply traumatized and heartbroken woman recovering from a severe emergency surgery. Consumed by the ultimate pain of a stillbirth and her husband’s marital betrayal, she weaponizes silent defiance and immediate flight to cut ties with the family.
- Fahimah (The Guilt-Ridden Second Wife): A stunning, dark-skinned beauty who possesses incredible intellectual depth and a realistic philosophy on polygamy. Despite her innocence in the phone mishap, she is crushed by immense guilt over Amrah's tragic loss, choosing spiritual isolation and night prayers to cope.
- Uwais (The Distant Husband): A bold, military-like figure reduced to absolute emotional wreckage. Trapped in a foreign country by an unstoppable harmattan haze, he is forced to witness the death of his newborn son and the collapse of his marriage over long-distance phone calls.
- Jabeer & Murjanatu (The Rational Rescuers): Amrah’s brother and sister-in-law. While Jabeer struggles to balance his fierce loyalty to his sister with his lifelong brotherhood with Uwais, Murjanatu acts as the ultimate voice of reason, recognizing the complex maternal pressures that forced Uwais into the secret marriage.
- Ammi (The Burdened Mother): An educated, traditional matriarch caught in the crossfire. Though she fiercely tries to nurse Amrah and manage the fallout, she ultimately washes her hands of the drama, letting her stubborn son bear the full weight of the storm he created.
