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MABARACIYA BOOK 2

Chapter 14 At the entrance of her house, Ameerah found a luxurious car parked. She eyed it suspiciously because of the tinted windows, making it impossible to see who was inside. In her mind, she wondered who would dare drive such a car into their narrow alley, knowing the neighborhood boys might scratch it if the driver wasn't careful. As she pulled her gaze away to head inside, she heard a calm voice call, "Ameerah." A sudden flutter gripped her heart for no apparent reason. She offered a quick silent prayer and turned around to see who had called her. As she turned, he stepped right up to her, and her eyes widened in recognition—it was the same man who had once tried to make her get into his car.

"Are you surprised to see me? I've been waiting here for over two hours for you to return because I realized you didn't like talking on the street. Anyway, my name is Muhsin, and I'm a bank manager. I have a wife and two children, and honestly, I never used to entertain the idea of a second wife because my current wife takes good care of me. But the moment I saw you, I fell in love with you. That's why on the day you refused to let me drop you off, I followed your car until I discovered your neighborhood. I hope I'll find acceptance in your heart," he finished, locking his gaze onto her.

She stared back at him, utterly astonished. Even though she had never been in a relationship, this certainly wasn't how she imagined things worked. Without even asking for her consent to listen to him, he had simply let loose a flood of words. Even if she had been open to romance, his approach was a complete turn-off. "I'm listening to you, Your Highness," she said with a smile that was characteristic of her cheerful nature. In a soft voice, she replied, "Please forgive me, but I'm not allowed to date right now." Without waiting for his response, she slipped inside her house, since they had been standing right by the outer porch.

Muhsin smiled, figuring he could already sense victory because he believed the young girl would be easy to win over. He glanced back at their house and thought to himself, It's true that beauties from places like this get hidden by poverty, never letting their real looks shine. If she lived in a wealthy neighborhood, she'd certainly be married to one of those rich guys. He went back to his wife's section of his life, but soon emerged holding a small shopping bag. Although it wasn't packed with many items due to its modest size, he began scanning the street for a boy to run an errand. Fortunately, he spotted a young boy coming out of a nearby house, called him over, and handed him the bag, saying, "Take this inside and give it to Ameerah, alright?"

When Ameerah entered the house, she found Aunty sitting on a woven mat near their kitchen where the afternoon shade was beginning to fall. Exhausted, she slumped down, groaning, "Wash!" "Did you get tired, dear?" "I swear I am, Aunty. The sun was scorching today, plus I'm starving. What did you cook for us?" "I don't know why you stress yourself out like this. What I fear most is that your husband might return one day and tell you to quit." Ameerah pouted and said, "Just give me some food to eat, Aunty, please." Aunty stood up and brought her food along with a bottle of cold pure water. "Thanks, Aunty, my big brother's premier wife! If you keep pampering me like this, I'll make sure my husband never takes a second wife."

"Oh, Meerah, you say he's thinking of a second wife? Are you sure you aren't secretly plotting something with him?" Hahaha, Aunty, you know yourself that aside from you, there's no room for another." Aunty laughed too and replied, "Meerah, a second wife is a matter of destiny. Besides, if I tried to prevent your husband from marrying again, I wouldn't be fair to him. Since you can see I can't bear children, even though he's very patient and hides his need for kids, he treats me so wonderfully." Ameerah set down the spoon she was holding and said, "Come on, Aunty, the doctors already confirmed both of you are completely healthy; it's simply not time yet. Some blessings come from afar. Insha'Allah, very soon you will give birth to our babies. Don't worry, we'll just keep praying."

Seeing that Ameerah looked genuinely concerned, Aunty smiled and said, "Don't worry, Meerah. Oh, by the way, someone came looking for you earlier. Some guy—what was his name again? I forgot the name the boy mentioned, but I told him you weren't around. Could this be my future in-law?" she teased. Ameerah squeezed her eyes shut, but before she could reply, the boy Muhsin had sent walked in. He handed the bag to Ameerah and said, "Aunty, someone with a big car sent this for her." Because she ran free lessons for all the neighborhood kids every Thursday and Friday, they all adored her fondness for children.

Both she and Aunty stared at the bag. Seeing that Ameerah had no intention of opening it, Aunty took it and said, "Tell her thank you." Aunty set the bag down without opening it and scolded, "Meerah, didn't you say you were starving? Now you're just playing with your food. If you're not going to eat, you should cover it up." Ameerah didn't say anything; she just kept picking at her food. The hunger she thought she had completely vanished as she wondered: Who is Muhsin, and why did he do this? Oh, did he assume I'm a gold-digger and that material things will make me love him? Well, dream on, because I will never love you!

"You better watch what you say out loud; you might just end up loving him after all." Hearing Aunty's voice made Ameerah realize she had spoken her thoughts aloud. She covered the plate in front of her and said, "Aunty, I swear I don't even know him, nor do I know who showed him our house. And he's so shameless, just coming out to say he loves me! What would I do with a married man?" Aunty laughed and said, "You say that because of his wife, but what's your concern? Since he acknowledges he has a wife and still says he loves you—if he's truly serious, I'd actually be thrilled. This is the exact kind of husband I pray for you to have, Meerah. I want you to have a comfortable life; marrying a poor man won't give you that. I want you to have a husband who can restore the comfort you missed out on."

"Haba, Aunty, please stop talking like that! Comfort doesn't only come from wealthy men. Just pray for a good husband; that's a woman's true comfort. How many women marry wealthy men and have zero peace of mind? Look at you, with the modest provision God has given your husband, he takes care of you and me. Because of his genuine love and care, you share a deep bond. I'm certain you have more peace of mind than some wealthy wives! So as for me, anyone I marry must be someone who truly knows how to love romantically, because I value love and care above everything else."

"Goodness gracious, Meerah! Today you're telling me you prefer romance over financial status when you get married?" Ameerah burst out laughing. "Oh, Aunty, I might as well tell you now since you're my bride's mother, friend, and big sister all at once. If I ever bring home a husband who doesn't know how to romance, don't even agree to let me marry him, because I won't survive living with him!" Aunty just laughed and said, "Alright then, open the bag so we can see what the car owner brought my little sister."

Inside were expensive, sweet-smelling perfumes—three different types—along with a complementary card bearing his contact details. "Masha'Allah, Meerah! Clearly, this man knows the language of romance. Did you see that? Perfume gifts right on the first approach! My advice is not to treat him badly; we never know what God has planned for the future. Take these perfumes to your room so you have some to wear." "No, Aunty, you take them; having a husband means you'll find them more useful." Aunty glared at her and snapped, "I don't have time for your nonsense. Go pack up your things!" "Please, Aunty, take at least two; I'll just use one." After a brief friendly argument, Aunty reluctantly agreed to take one of the perfumes.

That night after completing the Isha prayers, as she and Aunty sat together, Aunty mentioned that her husband had called to say he would be returning by the end of the week. Overjoyed, Ameerah exclaimed, "May God bring him back safely! These past few days have been so hectic, and we haven't spoken in a while. Actually, I was even mad at him for not checking up on me!" Aunty laughed, "Well, you two are closest; when he returns, you can settle your scores."

Suddenly, a voice echoed from the courtyard calling for Aunty, saying someone was asking for Ameerah at the gate. She and Aunty exchanged glances before she bravely went out. Seeing the young boy, she asked, "Jabir, is it you? Who sent you to call me at this time of night?" "It's that same guy with the nice car, Aunty. Didn't you smell his perfume? He came in a huge car!" As soon as she heard that, she knew it was Muhsin. "Go tell him I've gone to sleep," she said. Just as the boy was turning back, Aunty stepped out of the room and instructed, "Jabir, go tell him she's coming."

Ameerah pouted, making a face as if she were about to cry, and whispered, "Aunty, why would he come back this late at night after showing up earlier? I swear I hate this foolishness; the moment he sees me, he thinks I'm desperate!" "Stop your endless arguing and hurry up and go," Aunty urged. Taking Aunty's phone to use its flashlight since she was already wearing her hijab, Ameerah walked out.

She stood by the outer porch and looked toward where he had parked. The driver's side door was open, and one of his legs was resting outside. Because of the bright security light, she could see everything clearly. Muhsin had been watching the doorway ever since she stepped out, expecting her to walk all the way over to him. Instead, she stood her ground, confirming to him that she expected him to come to her. He smiled, genuinely impressed by her playing hard to get.

He walked over exchanging greetings, and she promptly returned them, knowing the religious importance of a greeting. Afterwards, silence fell between them. While he stared admiringly at her, she kept her gaze lowered, playing idly with the phone in her hand. Breaking the silence, he asked, "How was your day?" Realizing she hadn't bothered to ask how his day was out of sheer distraction, she covered her face and apologized, "Please forgive me, I completely forgot. How are you and the kids?" Delighted, he replied, "They're all fine! The kids asked me to send their greetings to their 'Aunty' before they come to see her themselves."

She looked at him in surprise, then smiled. "So they've already heard about me even before I accepted you?" He laughed, "I knew my heart would never desire someone who wouldn't reciprocate. The moment I saw you, it told me you were the life partner it had chosen for me a second time around. If you don't mind, can we step inside the car? There's something important I want to tell you, and I also want to get to know who you really are."

"No, don't bother. I'm actually about to head inside, and honestly, I don't think I'll ever step into your car for a casual chat. You've seen me, and you know where our house is. If you feel you can't stand and talk right here, then you'll just have to forget it. I don't have anywhere else to host you. Conversing inside a car compromises one's dignity, and as Muslims, it's improper for two unmarried people to isolate themselves in a car under the guise of chatting because we know the dangers of that. Earlier today, you sent me a gift, but honestly, I didn't appreciate it. Please don't bring me anything else ever again."

"Alright, I understand. Insha'Allah, I will heed your warning. But since you refuse to enter my car, and standing out here might also risk your reputation, why don't you give me a time when I can visit you properly? We could sit inside the porch or somewhere suitable." "Well... give me a couple of days to think about it. And please, don't come around this week because you won't find me—I have a lot of chores and tasks to handle." "It shall be as you wish, though I know my heart will ache missing the sight of you for two or three days. At least give me your contact number so I can call you; that will ease my longing."

She hesitated briefly, but realized that even if she refused, since he already knew how to find her house, getting her number wouldn't be difficult for him anyway. So without further argument, she gave it to him. He expressed deep gratitude. Just as she was about to step inside the house, he called out, "Wait, you forgot something!" She turned back and asked, "What is it?" He smiled, "Your kids sent greetings, and I brought something for you, but you didn't give them a message to take back to them." A spontaneous smile broke across her face. "Tell them I warmly accept! I send my greetings back as well. When are they coming to visit me?" "Alright, I'll tell them so they can schedule a day to come see you themselves..."

(Author's Note: I used three local Hausa terms that some readers might not understand due to regional dialects: "Cibi" means spoon/cokali, "Zaure" means entrance porch/soro, and "Hira" means casual chat or conversation.)

Chapter 15 Rufaidah, unaware that their father had returned because she rarely involved herself in household affairs or kept track of family schedules, dressed up in a stylish two-piece atamfa outfit and grabbed her car keys. Stepping out into the hallway, she called out for Larai. Larai hurried over, and Rufaidah curtly asked what she should prepare for dinner, wrinkling her nose in disdain. Respectfully, Larai asked, "Um, Hajia, are you going out?" Rufaidah stared at her in disbelief, wondering why she would ask such a foolish question when she was clearly holding a veil and heading out.

Realizing her slip, Larai quickly corrected herself: "Forgive me, I only asked because Alhaji returned today, and you know whenever he's around, nobody usually goes out. May God calm your temper." "Wait, Larai, did you say Abba is back? When? We spoke just the day before yesterday; why didn't he inform me?" "I was actually surprised myself when I saw him return and noticed you hadn't come out. I thought perhaps you didn't know." Indeed! Because they noticed Mama isn't around, they've gone to hoard him in their section while treating the rest of us like outsiders! Dropping her veil in a fit of rage, she stormed out of the house.

The number of cars parked in the main compound confirmed Larai's words. If her anger had a thousand levels, it had just reached the peak. Consequently, she marched straight into Mu'aiseen's section of the house. As she walked in, all eyes turned to her; they were all chatting amongst themselves. She glared at each of them, noting that their father wasn't even present. Without offering a single greeting, she stood there aggressively. None of them bothered to acknowledge her, continuing their conversation instead.

Her face tightened with utter disrespect as she snapped, "Why is everyone staring at me like I'm a stranger?" She rolled her eyes and hissed. "Rufaidah, take your nonsense back to your own section! Don't come in here trying to test our patience," Rumaisa fired back angrily. Their mother (Ammi) gestured silently for Rumaisa to keep quiet. Rumaisa lowered her head because, more than anything in the world, she despised the way Rufaidah constantly disrespected Ammi, yet whenever they tried to defend her, Rufaidah would silence them.

"Rumaisa, since when did I start playing games with you that you can talk to me like that? You know very well the only reason I stepped foot in this section today is because of my father, whom you people prevented from visiting me out of sheer hypocrisy! Otherwise, nothing on earth would bring me here..." She couldn't finish her sentence because a thunderous roar cut her off. Both she and Rumaisa jumped in fright. Mu'aiseen stepped out of his room, his ears having caught the disrespectful outburst.

"I'm going to beat some sense into you, Rufaidah! Why are you completely devoid of manners? Who is being hypocritical here? You refuse to acknowledge anyone's seniority, male or female!" he yelled, pointing toward the exit. She immediately put on a pitiful, crying act because, God as her witness, she hadn't known he was home since she hadn't paid attention to his car. Despite his usually gentle demeanor, Mu'aiseen never tolerated anyone disrespecting Ammi. Furthermore, he was the sole man in the entire world whom Rufaidah secretly loved and desperately wanted to marry, as he possessed every single quality a woman could desire in a man.

Another sharp warning from him made her instantly rush over and cling tightly to him, bursting into fresh tears. Everyone stared in astonishment at the way she practically threw herself onto him, showing complete disregard for Ammi's presence.

Hearing the children respectfully welcoming Abba prompted her to look up. She saw him dressed in a pristine white galabiya, his facial hair neatly trimmed. Shoving Mu'aiseen away, she dashed over to Abba and renewed her crying. Abba gently pulled her hand and seated her on a sofa before sitting down himself. With deep concern in his voice, he asked, "What has anyone done to my crybaby to make her weep like this?"

"Haba, Abba! Just because Mama isn't around, you return to the house without letting me know or checking up on me? And when I walked in to greet you, Rumaisa disrespected me, and when I spoke up, Yaya Mu'aiseen yelled at me!" She broke down crying again. Abba turned to Rumaisa and asked, "Rumaisa, why did you disrespect your older sister?" At a complete loss for words, Rumaisa mumbled, "Abba, please forgive me, but I didn't disrespect her."

Abba shifted his gaze to Mu'aiseen, who was frowning deeply, and said, "Mu'aiseen, always investigate before dispensing punishments." "Haba, Abba, do you even know what this girl did?" "Mu'aiseen," Ammi called out softly. Without looking at his mother, he muttered, "Forgive me, Abba, I will heed your warning." He said this solely because he knew why Ammi had called his name. Without another word, he simply turned around and walked out of the house, his temper completely frayed.

Abba spent a long time consoling Rufaidah until she finally stopped crying, and the two of them began chatting as if no one else was in the living room. Seeing this, Ammi quietly stood up and went inside her private quarters. Rumaisa grabbed Nurain's hands and led them to their room, her heart burning with frustration over Rufaidah's manipulative antics.

"Rufaidah, tell me, are you still attending school?" "Oh, Abba, I finished two months ago! Now I'm just waiting for youth service." "Masha'Allah! That means marriage is next now that your studies are done." She giggled playfully. "I want to have you and your sister married off together so I can finally rest and focus on the twins, Nurain and his brother." She frowned and protested, "No way, Abba! My wedding won't be combined with anyone's. Besides, when did she even grow up? She's only in her 3rd year of university!" Abba laughed heartily. "My goodness, Rufaidah, you have no shame at all saying you won't wait for Rumaisa! Alright then, who is this lucky groom of yours?"

"Oh, Abba, it's nobody—he's right here in this house!" Abba chuckled in disbelief. "Goodness me, who could that be? As far as I know, there are no young men living in this house except for the domestic staff, and I know it's not one of them." "Haba, Abba, please don't even mention those people; they don't count!" "Very well then, tell me who it is." "Uhm, not right now." "Fair enough, but remember—what is cooked in secret will eventually be tasted in public when it goes sour!" Rufaidah laughed, and their pleasant conversation continued. Anyone watching them wouldn't have guessed they were father and daughter; they looked more like close friends.

She spent a long time in that section before finally standing up to leave. "Abba, let me head out now. Have a good rest." "What? Are you done chatting with me already?" She wrinkled her nose playfully. "I know you need to rest, but you'll come visit our side later, right?" she challenged, locking eyes with him. "Of course I will! In fact, I wanted you to stay for dinner here with your siblings. Rufaidah, I want to see all of you united. You're all cut from the same cloth, and it pains me to see this constant friction, especially between you and Rumaisa. Please put aside all your grievances; you are all my children, and I love you equally. Look at your older sister Amina—she wasn't like this. She loved her siblings dearly."

"Haba, Abba, what did I even do? You saw how the moment I walked in, they tried to humiliate me. Why should I keep going where I'm being treated like an outcast? Besides, I'm the older sister to all of them, so if anyone should yield, it should be them. Anyway, Abba, I'm leaving now, and I expect you to visit us." Abba simply shook his head, knowing full well that Rufaidah had inherited Hajia Saudah's difficult personality, whereas Amina had never indulged their toxic ways. Whenever Amina visited, she made it a point to warmly greet Ammi and pull Rumaisa and the others close.

(Author's Note: Please bear with me; I had to rush out today but didn't want to disappoint you, which is why I managed to put this chapter together for you.)

Chapter 16 Just like every other day, Ameerah got ready early. If there was one thing she took pride in, it was never missing the reporting time set by Rufaidah. Dressed in a long atamfa gown paired with a modest white hijab, she bid Aunty farewell and left. Her arrival via commercial motorcycle coincided with the exact moment Mu'aiseen drove in, looking like he was returning from a workout session. She quickly paid the rider and hurried inside, mindful of the intense way Mu'aiseen often looked at her.

Inside the kitchen, she found Larai. They exchanged pleasantries before Ameerah went straight to work. As was her routine, she started by thoroughly cleaning the downstairs living areas before Rufaidah woke up, after which she would move upstairs. She worked in quiet concentration. After finishing mopping, she turned her attention to dusting the flat-screen television mounted on the living room wall.

A sudden rustling sound indicating someone had entered made her turn around, thinking it might be Larai. Instead, her eyes landed on a distinguished elderly man dressed in a white galabiya with a traditional cap sitting neatly on his head. She immediately knelt down to greet him respectfully. With a warm smile, he acknowledged her greeting and asked about Rufaidah. "She hasn't woken up yet," she answered. Seeing that he said nothing further, she started to stand up, saying, "Let me go wake her up," as she realized he must be Alhaji Yusuf, the elderly patriarch, given his striking resemblance to Mu'aiseen.

He raised a hand to stop her, saying, "No, stay here and sit down." She complied, crouching back down on the floor, quietly waiting to see what he wanted. Then he asked, "You haven't been working here very long, have you?" She nodded in response, unsure why he was asking. "That explains why you might not be familiar with the household rules," he continued gently. "When Rufaidah is sleeping, she is never to be woken up until she rises on her own, because she suffers from chronic migraine headaches. So if..."

Summary

In these chapters, Ameerah navigates a delicate balance between her modest home life and her job as a domestic cleaner. Muhsin, a persistent bank manager with a wife and children, tracks her down to her neighborhood and aggressively pursues her with romantic advances and gifts, much to Ameerah's reluctance and Aunty's pragmatic amusement. Meanwhile, tension brews in the wealthy household where Ameerah works as Rufaidah clashes with her stepfamily, displays immense disrespect toward Ammi, and causes domestic friction. Patriarch Alhaji Yusuf intervenes gently with household rules, while familial dynamics and secret affections among the residents begin to unfold.

Description

This narrative segment explores class contrasts, romantic persistence, and complex family politics. It contrasts Ameerah's humble, principle-driven upbringing—where love and character matter more than wealth—with the toxic entitlement and internal rivalry plaguing Rufaidah's affluent household. Muhsin's persistent pursuit introduces a subplot of marital temptation, while the domestic scenes highlight themes of family loyalty, patience, and underlying emotional tensions.

Analytics

• Character Contrast: Ameerah represents humility, integrity, and emotional values, whereas Rufaidah embodies entitlement, arrogance, and materialism.
• Thematic Conflict: The narrative heavily contrasts genuine human connection and moral boundaries (Ameerah and Aunty's household) with transactional relationships and domestic friction (Muhsin's pursuit of a younger woman despite being married, and the fractures in the wealthy family).
• Pacing: The chapters balance slice-of-life domestic interactions with character development, gradually intertwining the socioeconomic backgrounds of the main characters.

Comments

• Muhsin’s refusal to respect Ameerah's boundaries and his justification of pursuing her despite having a wife highlight a lack of integrity, making his character increasingly unappealing despite his financial status.
• Rufaidah's treatment of her stepfamily and her blatant disrespect toward Ammi establish her as a classic antagonist who relies on manipulation and parental favoritism.
• Aunty serves as a grounded, wise voice of reason for Ameerah, balancing traditional expectations of marriage with emotional intelligence.

Conclusions

The unfolding events suggest that Ameerah's principles will be severely tested by both Muhsin's relentless pursuit and her employment environment. The underlying tensions in the wealthy household indicate impending confrontations, particularly involving Mu'aiseen and Rufaidah, which will likely tie the disparate social circles closer together in future chapters.

Keywords

Ameerah, Muhsin, Rufaidah, Mu'aiseen, Aunty, Alhaji Yusuf, romance, family dynamics, class disparity, domestic fiction, Nigerian literature.

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ChapterMain EventsKey Characters InvolvedChapter 14Muhsin tracks Ameerah to her neighborhood, confesses his feelings, and sends her expensive perfumes as a gift. Aunty encourages Ameerah to keep an open mind, while Ameerah insists she values true romance over wealth. Muhsin returns at night, and Ameerah sets strict boundaries against meeting in cars.Ameerah, Muhsin, Aunty, JabirChapter 15Rufaidah discovers her father has returned and flies into a rage because she wasn't informed. She storms into Mu'aiseen's section, disrespects Ammi, and creates a scene before complaining to her father, who mildly reprimands her siblings while ignoring her poor behavior.Rufaidah, Abba (Alhaji Yusuf), Mu'aiseen, Ammi, RumaisaChapter 16Ameerah arrives early for work and begins her cleaning routine. Mu'aiseen returns from a workout as she enters. While dusting, she is greeted by Alhaji Yusuf, who stops her from waking Rufaidah and begins explaining her chronic migraine condition.Ameerah, Alhaji Yusuf, Mu'aiseen, LaraiSetting / LocationSignificanceAssociated CharactersAmeerah's Neighborhood / Porch (Zaure)Represents humility, community warmth, and strict moral boundaries where public decency is maintained.Ameerah, Aunty, Muhsin, JabirMu'aiseen's SectionA private family space within the wealthy household where tensions flare and family rivalries are put on display.Mu'aiseen, Ammi, Rumaisa, RufaidahThe Main Compound / Living AreaThe formal, expansive part of the family home where Alhaji Yusuf holds court and domestic hierarchy is observed.Alhaji Yusuf, Rufaidah, AbbaPlot ThemeManifestation in TextClass Disparity & MaterialismMuhsin assumes wealth and shopping gifts can sway Ameerah, contrasting with Ameerah and Aunty's appreciation for modest comfort and emotional sincerity.Family Politics & FavoritismRufaidah exploits her father's soft spot to get away with bad behavior and disrespect toward her stepfamily, while her siblings bear the brunt of the fallout.Boundaries & RespectAmeerah firmly rejects secret or improper rendezvous (such as sitting in cars), showcasing her strong moral compass despite social pressure.