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KANNAN MIJINA 

Mamy said nothing because she knew he didn't want it, she just smiled, and he hugged her and said, "I'll be back."

She stroked his head and said, "Don't stay long."

"In sha Allah," with that, he went out, got into the car, and they drove away from the house.

Islaha didn't know what was happening; her whole body felt cold because of what happened to her yesterday, coupled with her conversation with Barr. She had tried calling him to know the current situation, but he remained silent and didn't tell her anything. Since it was the weekend, she hadn't prepared to go out; she was lying in bed, not caring to hear his footsteps.

Hunger troubled her greatly, so she came out to the living room and saw it was dark as usual. She went downstairs and headed to the dining table to find breakfast sitting there as usual, with signs that it had been touched—a plate and a mug were on the spot, along with some leftovers.

Islaha glared at the plate and said, "Today Mamy's lazybone woke up early, I see," she said as she pulled over some food to eat, ate her fill, and then went back upstairs. As soon as she entered the room, Barr's call came through to her phone. She quickly picked it up and said, "Hamma, I've been waiting for you since yesterday, and you've been silent."

He said, "Islaha, I'm aware of you; I was just gathering everything together, that's why."

"How did it go? Did you go to the house?"

"I went."

"Is she there?"

"I didn't find her. It was confirmed to me that shortly after you left, some people were seen entering the house, and from there she was seen packing her bags and leaving the house."

Islaha clutched her chest in distress and said, "Innalillahi wa'inna ilaihir raji'un! But they didn't do anything to her, did they?"

He said, "They didn't do anything to her; it's just that she was seen packing her bags and leaving the house. Those are signs that she was threatened because of your visit, which is why she left the house."

She grabbed her head and said, "I am ruined! Hamma, I separated her from her home."

Hearing that she was about to start crying, Suraj said, "Don't worry, the work will get easier. Now, let's trace where she is, we will pursue it, and from there we'll know what to do."

"Where will we know where she is?"

"That's not a problem; I will check, because it is imperative that we find her. She is the last woman who spoke to Zainab, and Zainab is our only evidence; we must find her."

Islaha couldn't say anything, she just cried. With difficulty, he consoled her and ended the call. As soon as he hung up, Saheer's call came through. As soon as she picked up, she burst into loud tears......

Saheer was deeply troubled and said, "Why are you crying? Tell me what happened?"

Weeping, she said, "I am ruined, Hamma."

"Islaha, what is it?"

She said nothing, just crying until she grew tired, then she told him everything.

She added, "Where is she going to be found now? What if she gets harmed? I have become the cause of the disappearance of two people—Yafindo and Zainab."

Saheer said, "Stop crying, if Allah wills, nothing will happen to her."

Hearing her lower her voice as her crying subsided, he said, "I told you to take everything slowly, but you wouldn't listen. Now, what if you had been killed? Why would you go there alone without taking the police? If they had run you over with a car and you died, what would the town have become?"

"Hamma, I was worried, I wanted to bring an end to..."

"I was worried too; your worry is my worry. Ask Sadik, there is nowhere I haven't gone searching for Zainab, no information I haven't gathered about the house in order to help you succeed in what you set out to do. You are too hasty; you don't take things slowly, you always want things done right away. Whatever you want is what must happen; you don't consult anyone, you just execute."

Hearing him scold her, she stayed quiet. Saheer said, "Look, your life is already being targeted over this matter; if they had run you over with a car, wouldn't you have ruined us?"

"Please forgive me."

"How can I not forgive you if I don't? Of course I have to forgive."

"Then stop scolding me, I swear I was just worried, that's why you see me doing these things. I want to bring an end to this; I don't want it to keep dragging on because of the growing children. Time is passing, and I've failed to do anything, which is why I'm stressed."

He let out a breath, softened his tone, and said, "I know, I hope for that too. Now, what did Barr say?"

"He said it's imperative to find her; she is our only remaining evidence."

"Where will she be found?"

"We don't know."

"Alright, may Allah make her be found. It seems what she has in her possession is big, since you hear that she was searched for and couldn't be found."

"That is what I am also looking for."

"Alright, may Allah grant us success. But do things carefully, take everything calmly, you hear?"

"In sha Allah."

Saheer said, "I will call you later," and ended the call. She stared at her phone, blinking her eyes, wondering where Yafindo had gone?........

RDB3P37 Nana Haleema.

Until nightfall, Islaha didn't know Rehaan wasn't there. She stayed in her room, doing everything sluggishly while pondering what she ought to do about the problem surrounding her. After the Ishaa prayer, while sitting upstairs, she heard footsteps coming up, and she watched the door until she saw Banisha enter.

As their eyes met, Banisha smiled, looked at Islaha, and said, "Hello Sis, Mamy is looking for you."

Islaha smiled and said, "Let's go together," adjusting the veil she used for prayer, and they came out together.

She found Mamy sitting in the living room with Ikram, selecting clothes on a phone. Her greeting made both of them look up. Islaha walked over, sat down, and said, "Mamy, good evening."

Mamy said, "Good evening, Islaha. How are you?"

"Fine."

"Do you know Rehaan traveled?"

Islaha looked at Mamy, their eyes met, and Mamy's commanding presence overwhelmed her, making her lower her gaze and say, "I didn't know."

Mamy said, "He went back to England, he won't return until in two weeks. I don't know if his chef is coming?" she asked inquiringly, looking at her.

Islaha said, "He is here; even now, dinner was made."

Mamy said, "Good. I thought there was no food, which is why I called you to tell you. If you want food, you can tell my maids to bring it to you, since there's food over there, that's fine."

Islaha stayed quiet, wanting to speak but unable to. With difficulty, she opened her mouth and said, "Mamy, I..." then stopped, unable to finish.

Mamy, with care, said, "I'm listening to you, say what's on your mind."

"I can't sleep alone; I am scared."

Mamy said, "No problem, come back here and stay until he returns."

Islaha felt happy inside and said, "Alright, thank you."

Mamy said, "You can go back; when you finish what you're doing, come and Kiddo will show you where you will stay." Islaha replied happily before standing up and going out.

Mamy looked at Ikram and said, "She seems to have some sense, doesn't she, Ikram?"

Ikram let out a slight breath and said, "Not bad." Mamy smiled and they continued looking at the clothes they had ordered.

Islaha, upon returning to Ray's apartment, said, "Just like that, I should be left to sleep alone here until this crazy man comes and agitates me? People will frame me again, saying I brought him because I'm the leader of bad people. It's better I go stay over there. In fact, if Mamy would even agree, I'd stay there even if he were around; I don't want to share the same shade with him. God forbid, how many days is this stay anyway? Besides, now that I won't be seeing him early, I'll see time flying by. Before he returns in two weeks, I'll have spent three weeks in this house, time is running out. May Allah speed your journey," she said, going upstairs. She actually felt some joy inside remembering he had left town; she didn't want to cross paths with him at all.

She even glared at his room before entering hers to take what she needed, locked the door, and went out, because she simply couldn't handle staying alone; she was very afraid of Salman.

With a greeting, she entered Mamy's apartment. Banisha answered and said, "Sis, welcome, let me show you the room."

Islaha smiled and held her hand just as Banisha extended it, and they went inside, as Mamy wasn't in the parlor—only Ikram was sitting there.

Banisha opened a door, revealing a long corridor decorated with living room ornaments, with rooms lined up. Banisha opened a room for her and said, "Come in, Sis. Do you know where this is?"

Islaha said, "You have to tell me."

"Ray's old room; even now, when he wants to sleep, he comes here to sleep. You know he loves sleeping near Mamy."

Islaha smiled, looking at Banisha, because she noticed Mamy's family loved talking—the type to speak unprompted. Even Mamy herself was talkative, whereas Rehaan was a bit more reserved.

Islaha put her things down, looking at the room. It was a large, very nice room with everything in it, looking as though it was regularly slept in.

At that moment, Mamy walked past, saw them inside the room, and said, "Kiddo, both of you come to the parlor so this room can be cleaned, there is dust."

Islaha looked at Mamy standing at the door. Her head was uncovered, and she had changed into nightwear.

Islaha stared at her, marveling. Looking at her, you wouldn't say she gave birth to a grown young man like Rehaan, nor would you say she married off a daughter like Riyya. She had a great physique; her age didn't show on her face.

Islaha wasn't used to seeing this in their Fulani culture—though Mamy wasn't dressed inappropriately, it was a long nightgown, with her hair loose and rolled up at the crown of her head, and her head tie in her hand ready to be worn.

Kiddo and Islaha returned to the parlor. Islaha didn't see any dust to sweep; if there had been dust in that room, the moment she swept she would have felt it in her nose. The room smelled fragrant—how could there be talk of dust?

As they came out to the parlor, Riyya and Jafar walked in. Ikram and Kiddo jumped up, hugging Riyya and rejoicing at seeing her.

Riyya happily said, "My Sisters." They pulled back from her body, and Ikram said, "Sis, look how gorgeous you look!"

She smiled and said, "Where is Mamy?"

Mamy came out smiling and said, "Here I am, Riyya." Riyya ran over and hugged her. Mamy happily held her and said, "Bride, welcome."

Riyya looked up and said, "Mamy, I missed you." Mamy didn't say anything; she pinched her cheeks and looked at Jafar.

Jafar smiled and said, "Mamy, good afternoon."

"How are you, Jafar?"

"Fine, Mamy. Is Rehaan around?"

Mamy widened her eyes and said, "Goodness! You too don't know he ran off to the UK?"

Jazy, in surprise, said, "He didn't tell me, Mamy."

Mamy laughed and said, "In fact, right now he's probably sleeping. I'm sure he got to England a long time ago."

Jazy sat down and said, "He's something else. I said we were traveling together, and he ran off." Mamy said nothing, just smiled.

Jazy looked at Islaha, their eyes met, and she said, "Good afternoon, Mr. Jafar."

Jafar said, "Hajiya Islaha, how are you?"

Islaha looked at him again, hearing him attach "Hajiya" before her name, and she wondered how they were all so used to asking how someone was, even Mamy. She said, "Fine."

Mamy said, "She was scared over there, which is why I told her to come sleep here until he returns."

Jazy said, "That's good."

Mamy looked at Riyya, pointing at Islaha, and said, "Riyya, this is Islaha—the name they gave her is Islam, your older brother's wife."

Riyya looked at Islaha and said, "I know her face, but I forgot where."

Jafar said, "You'll know her; she works at the TV station."

Riyya said, "Welcome, Sis. How are you?"

Islaha looked at the one called Riyya, remembering how Rehaan had ranted at Jafar because of what he did to her. From the way Rehaan had raged, she had thought Riyya was a little girl, around seventeen, but she saw she was around her own age-mate. Even though her wedding had trended on social media, with makeup on her face she hadn't recognized her until now seeing her without cosmetics, and she marveled at the beauty possessed by Mamy's family.

Islaha said, "Fine, Sis," saying it because she noticed they threw around "Sis" like water in their mouths.

Janan's entrance stirred the place up again; they shouted in excitement upon seeing each other before heading into Riyya's room together. By then, the room cleaning was done, and Islaha entered the room because staying in the parlor felt constraining.

After she went into the room, Mamy looked at Jafar and said, "Ever since you told me who this girl is, I've been feeling a lessening of the resentment I felt toward this marriage. I find myself growing quite fond of her, to the point that I wish Rehaan would accept her as his true wife, because I've noticed she has no noise in her."

Jazy said, "Mamy, Islaha has no trouble at all. And during the days she spends here, you'll understand who she is. You can even have a covert background check run on her; you'll understand what she has set her mind on, which doesn't involve Rehaan in the least."

Mamy nodded and said, "I will do that. Before he returns, I want to be certain of who she is."

Jazy said, "That's good, Mamy," and with that, he stood up and went out.

As for Riyya and her crew in the room, they cornered Ikram about her crush on Rehaan. Riyya said, "Ikram, what's going on? Is there still talk of Hamma Ray?"

Ikram sighed and said, "Riyya, I don't know what to do, but I love him so much, yet he's already married."

Janan said, "What do we care about his marriage? As long as he marries you, isn't that enough?"

Riyya said, "Besides, he doesn't love the marriage, and the wife isn't his type. The children of this house, the wives of this house, and the in-laws—all of them are fair-skinned. She is the only one with that skin type, so you see she doesn't fit with him."

Ikram said, "But she is beautiful; she has a beauty that even I saw and can confirm. And she has hair—thick and long. Riyya, with all your hair, you see that in this house you have more hair than anyone, right? Well, even you wouldn't dismiss her volume of hair. It's a very nice kind of hair, long down to her back."

Riyya opened her eyes and said, "Really?"

"I swear, I saw it in Mamy's parlor. She came to greet Mamy when Hamma Salman came in and pulled her veil so hard her ribbon fell off. You saw how her hair spilled out, falling right onto Hamma Ray's face. Hmm! I started giving up, even though I know he doesn't love her, she has qualities that might make him love her in the future."

Janan said, "Mamy is on our side; you could marry him just because of her."

Ikram said, "Mamy is starting to soften. At first, she didn't like the marriage, but now it's like she's accepting it."

Riyya said, "Honestly, Daada didn't do us well by forcing this marriage on him; if he had married you, wouldn't that have been it?" Ikram stayed quiet, saying nothing, and they continued chatting before coming out of the room.

Nana Haleema.

RDB3P38 Nana Haleema.

When they came out, passing by the door of the room Islaha was in—she was wearing a long nightgown that went just past her knees, a fitted gown that wasn't loose, hugging her body curves everywhere, with her hair let down to her back—she stood turned around, unaware they were watching her.

Ikram said, "You see? I told you she's put together."

At that moment, Islaha turned around and their eyes met. They pretended as though they weren't watching her. Riyya entered the room and said, "Ma sha Allah, Sis, you have lovely hair," touching her hair because it impressed her greatly.

Islaha smiled, put on a cap without saying anything, and sat down on the edge of the bed in silence.

Riyya said, "Let's go to Mamy's." She nodded in response, and they went out. She watched them leave and simply let out a sigh.

The next morning, Islaha didn't wake up until ten. She got up, took a bath, performed ablution, prayed Duha, took her phone, and called Barr Suraj. He didn't pick up, so she just put the phone down and stayed quiet.

The apartment was quiet, with no movement from anyone, indicating they were still sleeping. She got up because she wanted to go to Ray's apartment to fetch her laptop. She threw a hijab over the long gown she was wearing and stepped out. Everywhere smelled fragrant. She walked through the second parlor before reaching the main parlor.

It had been tidied up, spotless and fragrant. Everywhere was bright, with no sign of anyone—everyone in that wing was still sleeping.

She heard movement behind her and turned to see Mamy coming out of the kitchen. Even though they had greeted at dawn, she greeted her again.

Mamy acknowledged it and said, "Are you up already?"

Islaha said, "Yes."

Mamy said, "Breakfast is there if you want."

Islaha said, "Okay, Mamy."

Mamy called her maid and said, "Fix those Irish potatoes for me before I come out, so it's done; I don't want Dear to wake up and breakfast isn't ready."

Islaha widened her eyes upon hearing "Dear." She looked at Mamy, shaking her head in astonishment at the endearment, knowing parents of that age usually reverted to calling each other "Father of so-and-so."

Mamy looked at Islaha and said, "If there's anything you want cooked, just tell them to make it for you." Islaha answered, and Mamy turned and went inside.

Islaha went out toward the apartment, hoping to God she wouldn't cross paths with Salman. Just as she was about to pass by, she changed her mind and headed toward Daada's place with the intention of greeting her.

When she arrived, she found her drinking tea while seated on a chair. Seeing her, Daada put down her cup, clapped her hands, and said, "Here is Islama, here is Ishlaya."

Islaha smiled, walked all the way down, and greeted her. She looked at Abba and an elderly man sitting nearby, and greeted them with respect. They answered.

Abba pointed at her and said, "This is Rehaan's wife; I know you don't know her."

Abba's older brother said, "Goodness, I feel like I know you."

Daada chimed in immediately, "She's a journalist; she's broadcast everywhere."

He raised his head and said, "Indeed, that's where I know her from. May Allah help you."

Daada said, "I was told you slept at Nadira's place?"

Islaha said, "Yes, Daada, I was scared over there, so she told me to come sleep at her place."

Daada held her hand to her mouth in shock and said, "Ever since I've had that Indian girl in this house, she has never done anything that impressed me like this. So even the Indian women have sense; they didn't just stop at gallivanting around."

Abba's brother said, "Oh come on, Daada, drop that talk."

"Did I lie? It's her character. When they first married, your younger brother's wife kept him away from coming to greet me abroad, until I stood up in prayer and fought to reclaim him."

"Daada, you reclaimed him, didn't you?"

"There he is before you, you see."

"Well, for that we thank Allah," he said, standing up. He asked, "What is your name?" looking at Islaha.

Instead of Islaha answering, Daada said, "Her name is Islama."

Abba laughed and said, "That's a traditional variation, but her name is Islaha."

He nodded and said, "Ma sha Allah, she ought to be brought around to meet the relatives; I'm sure she doesn't know anyone."

Daada said, "You, being his father, go ahead and tell him to agree, but as for me, he has looked down on me. Nowadays he doesn't see my worth; I'm not important enough for Rehaan to listen to my words. Who am I, anyway?" He said nothing, smiled, and walked out.

Two women entered the parlor with greetings, one holding a young boy by the hand. Just looking at one of their faces, you wouldn't need to be told she was Umma's blood—she resembled Umma greatly. She held the hand of a little boy.

Before they even reached her, Daada said, "I'm not looking for you, go back."

The one resembling Umma frowned slightly and said, "We just came to do something nice."

Then they looked at Abba and greeted him. He answered and asked, "How are the house and the people in it?"

"They're doing fine. Who is this?" Anisa, Mama's daughter, asked, pointing at Islaha.

Daada glared at her and said, "Your close relative's wife, yet you don't know her! You've split yourselves away from him as if you're not his blood. Everyone maintains ties only within their own mother's room; everyone only calls their own mother's child their sibling. Despite Rehaan's love for keeping family ties, you've pushed him aside just as you pushed him away. But when a wedding comes up, you see you wearing matching anko clothes and taking pictures as if you're united, when in truth your hearts are scattered. He sends money, and it gets swallowed up into bags and you move on. Whatever you set your mind on, you know best. If Allah wills the elevation of someone, no one can stop it, and it's rare in a family not to see Allah lift one person above another, even if he's the lastborn of the entire clan. Rehaan's destiny decreed that this should happen through his family, especially you women whom he loved most, yet you are the ones sprinkling pepper in his eyes. God forbid that what's yours goes to ruin."

All of them frowned with regret for entering Daada's room. Abba listened and said nothing, because he knew she was speaking the truth. Rehaan had told him that apart from Janan and the young children of his new wife, he often forgot he even had older and younger sisters. No matter how much Rehaan wanted to be close to them, they refused, casting him aside, which was why he also sidelined them to live their lives however they pleased. It wasn't always like that; they only changed later, and each one was being egged on by her mother.

"Me, Daada, that's why I hate coming to your place, I swear. And as for you talking about not knowing his wife, well, she wasn't brought and handed over to us, since we are senior to him, not junior. If she had been brought to our homes, we would have known her and built a relationship."

Daada hissed and said nothing. Islaha listened, confirming once more that the family was completely fractured without unity. Yet on social media during weddings, seeing them wear matching anko and looking gorgeous, you'd think there was a strong bond among them. She was taking lessons from the house, having finished memorizing Saheer's family dynamics, and now learning anew here.

Anisa and Sharifa walked out of Daada's parlor without paying any more attention.

Summary

Islaha receives a distressing phone call from Barr Suraj informing her that the mysterious woman linked to Zainab has fled her home out of fear after Islaha's visit, destroying their primary lead. Overwhelmed by guilt and anxiety about being the catalyst for two disappearances (Yafindo and Zainab), Islaha breaks down in tears and later receives a scolding from Saheer for acting impulsively without police protection.

Seeking refuge because she is terrified of staying alone in Rehaan's apartment while he is away in England, Islaha approaches Mamy, who graciously offers her a guest room in her own wing. There, Islaha is introduced to Mamy’s visiting children and relatives, including Riyya and Jafar, and observes firsthand the deep-seated divisions, hypocrisy, and lack of genuine familial unity within Rehaan's extended family—a reality further underscored by a sharp reprimand from Daada regarding the family's cold treatment of Rehaan.

Description

• Character Dynamics: The chapter heavily explores interpersonal friction. Islaha's vulnerability contrasts with the polished, cliquish, and emotionally fractured nature of Rehaan's household. Mamy shows a surprising softening toward Islaha, privately admitting she is growing fond of her, while other family members (like Riyya, Ikram, and Janan) engage in typical sibling gossip, romantic crushes on Ray, and superficial social media posturing that masks underlying bitterness.
• The Investigation Stalls: The core mystery deepens as the key witness/evidence goes into hiding, raising the stakes and increasing the pressure on Islaha, Barr Suraj, and Saheer.
• The Family Estate Setting: The narrative paints a vivid picture of elite domestic life—spacious apartments, luxurious amenities, nighttime attire, and the sharp contrast between public social media displays of family harmony versus private resentments.

Comments

• Pacing and Tension: The shift from high-stakes investigative stress (the missing witness panic) to domestic drama (Mamy's household and Daada's unfiltered scoldings) provides a well-balanced narrative rhythm. It grounds the thriller elements in rich character-driven family dynamics.
• Character Growth: Islaha is maturing through observation. Instead of reacting rashly, she is quietly absorbing lessons from her surroundings—learning the difference between genuine relationships and superficial showmanship.
• Thematic Resonance: The chapter heavily underscores the theme of family dysfunction. Both Islaha's external crisis (people hiding and running out of fear) and internal family politics (siblings abandoning Rehaan yet showing up for anko photo-ops) highlight how isolation and lack of genuine support plague the characters.

Conclusions

Islaha's desperate quest for truth is proving to be a double-edged sword that endangers not just her, but anyone connected to the case, as evidenced by the disappearance of the key witness. Meanwhile, her temporary relocation to Mamy's wing is slowly dismantling the household's initial hostility toward her, turning potential adversaries into cautious allies, even as the broader family remains hopelessly fractured by pride and manipulation.

Extended Description

• The Psychological Toll on Islaha: The narrative highlights Islaha's growing sense of isolation and moral weight. Being hunted or watched while simultaneously carrying the burden of other people's disappearances (Yafindo and Zainab) puts her mental state on edge. Her fear of Salman and her dread of running into Rehaan force her into uncomfortable compromises, such as seeking shelter under Mamy's roof.
• Domestic Politics and Generational Divides: The interactions in Mamy’s apartment and Daada’s parlor expose a deeply stratified family structure. Mamy operates as the matriarch of her wing, blending authority with unexpected maternal care toward Islaha. In contrast, Daada represents old-school matriarchal unvarnished truth, openly calling out her grandchildren's hypocrisy, superficiality, and emotional abandonment of Rehaan.
• The Superficiality of Modern Social Media Culture: The sharp contrast between the family's glamorous, matching-anko Instagram/social media presence and the toxic reality of their fractured relationships serves as a poignant social commentary. Behind closed doors, siblings barely speak, cousins harbor secret jealousies or unrequited crushes (like Ikram's infatuation with Ray), and genuine familial bonds are replaced by transactional interactions.

Extended Comments

• Character Evolution of Mamy: Mamy’s transition from an icy, formidable figure to someone who takes Islaha under her wing and reconsiders her view of the marriage adds psychological depth to the story. It shows that beneath her protective pride, she values peace and genuine character over superficial prejudices.
• The Narrative Mirror: Islaha's realization while listening to Daada—comparing her own family dynamics with Saheer to the cold, fragmented nature of Rehaan's family—acts as a narrative mirror. It forces her (and the reader) to evaluate the true meaning of loyalty and support systems.
• Suspense Integration: Even during calm domestic scenes (like walking through the pristine apartment or visiting Daada), the underlying threat of Salman and the missing witness hovers like a shadow, ensuring the tension never truly dissipates.

Keywords

• Core Themes: Family dysfunction, guilt, social media hypocrisy, investigative mystery, domestic refuge, generational tension.
• Key Figures: Islaha (Islam), Rehaan (Ray), Mamy, Barr Suraj, Saheer, Daada, Jafar (Jazy), Riyya, Ikram, Janan, Salman, Yafindo, Zainab.
• Key Locations: Rehaan's apartment, Mamy's wing, Daada's parlor, England (Ray's travel destination).

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