They traveled for about thirty minutes as if they were leaving Abuja. The driver honked his horn in front of a gate with four soldiers standing in front holding their rifles and signs reading WARBAI ORPHANAGE HOME AND HOME OF THE DISABLED. At the gate, soldiers were waving their cars with signs. The gate was opened and the driver got in. It was like they were entering a different city. They started walking. Large flowers lined the middle of the road separating the entrance and exit. The main area was as big as a large university. From the beginning, there was no building in the area except for a sports yard, a place for football, long tennis, and basketball. After about 5 minutes, they arrived at a beautiful mosque. WARBAI MASJID was written in Arabic. There was a big, three-story building with Boys Section written in Arabic. There was no one in front of the place except for a few children. There were about ten of them wearing school uniforms and some male staff members wearing jeans and a uniform shirt with the logo WARBAI ORPHANAGE HOME AND HOME OF THE DISABLED written on it. They were disabled children, some had lame hands, some had different eyes, some had big heads, and one had a paralyzed hand. They were all very clean and tidy. One look at them showed that they were receiving special care. They were wearing clean uniforms and white socks. The school bags they were carrying were named after them because they were easy to recognize because the bags were all the same type, the school bag also had the orphanage logo on it. He looked at his watch and saw that there was a lot left, so he said, "stop the car." The driver parked his car and didn't wait. He got out and opened the gas. He got out in a bit of anger, his expression showing it. The children saw him and shouted and jumped like the children who were running towards him. "Teacher, Teacher, oh my" each of them wanted to reach out and grab his hand, he smiled, one of them had a beautiful and shy face, he slowly bent down to their height and came to the same height in Turkish and said "Hello Children" they also said "Hello Teacher" in Turkish. The children were jumping around except for one person among them who was crying silently and wiping his tears with the back of his hand, the staff who were looking at them greeted him with respect. "Welcome Dr" he didn't stop to answer their greetings strictly he said "why are these children late? Why haven't they been sent to school yet?" one of the staff said "Dr all of them are not doing their homework, they are just being rude" "what happened when you didn't sit with them yesterday? Did you come and pay them all to do what you saw fit?" this is not a joke because it is not about the children or their duty, he can question, he doesn't take any scorn,They were very afraid of him, full of respect, one of them said "we have healed you, Dr., this will not happen again, God willing, by God's grace." "sorry teacher," the children said, seeing the look on his face, he was a bit angry. He stopped talking because they had forgiven him. He raised his head and looked at the crying boy. He stood up and picked him up and said, "why are you crying, man?" The boy smiled and put his hand on his necktie, looking at the thing that had caught his attention. He picked up the necktie and looked at the boy's face and said, "do you like it?" The boy quickly nodded, that made him smile and said "okay, I'll bring yours later, okay" the boy's mouth opened, he was so happy that he put him down and said "let's go to school, bye" "bye Teacher" they both said as they passed the school he stopped and followed them with a look, he didn't want anything, he seemed to see he was the reason behind this innocent children smile, he spent about 5 minutes watching them walking, playing and jumping, the teacher gathered them up, Sanan nodded and passed him, got into the car and the driver opened the door, Sanan opened it and got in front of Sanan's car and they left.

It is a big orphanage for the disabled, there is a big building called kitchen and dining room, here both the staff and the children of the orphanage go to eat, there is a big story building next to the kitchen, it is the only building that is closed, it is called girls section, then on the other side is a big school, there is a nursery up to SS3 for qualified teachers, there is an Islamic school where every 4 children and adults go to Islamic school to study, they get up at 6 o'clock, everyone comes home and smiles, he knows he can never be like his father, he never sees the most generous person in this world like his father, his father has no help, he wants to help the poor, after he died he set up this orphanage in his memory, he gave me a reward, setting it up wasn't easy within the first two years of establishing it, the government approved it, they licensed the orphanage, now they are looking for children The government has given permission for the children to go to the orphanage, he knows that the government is providing support and he doesn't need their support, he has more than enough that can keep the orphanage running for the next hundred years.