She was trying to study hard, but it was futile. No matter how hard she tried to distract herself and her thoughts from what was happening in their courtyard between their father and her sister, it was futile.
Tsaki stood there, covering her ears with her fingers, unable to hear the beatings her father was giving her sister Khadeeja, saying, “By God, I didn't give birth to anything stronger, because I'm so disrespectful. You're the one who said, 'Don't you love my sister's son?'”
She kept shouting, "I'm telling you, I don't love him and by God, I won't marry him," and Dad didn't stop beating her.
This is what happens almost every day in our house, he always stops her and says she should marry his sister's son and she insists that she will not marry him. I am also surprised at how Adda Adija has been so cruel to me, my father is a kind of a traitor that is why we are all afraid of him, not only us who are his children, even the children in the neighborhood are afraid of him because when he sees a child of his own, he will sneak his dorina that is hanging in his room that is why he is very afraid of him but surprisingly, Adda Adeeja's fear has gone away and she is not bothered by the kind of beating he is doing to her, who has been beating her with dorina until he comes back with a knife but she is adamant that she will not marry him, he has a child and she has someone she loves, he has stopped her from going out and stopping her from going to school but that did not stop her from being free. Our mother never paid attention to anything that was happening, she just kept moving around, throwing her clothes away, not even looking up at them, and then she would finish and go to her room.
Ajiyan's heart sank and she stood up and went to the door of the room and lifted the curtain. Unfortunately, she saw her father bending down and tying her sister to the bed. She was crying because her voice was choked on one side. It was Mama who was crying in the evening. My tears fell down on her face. I felt sorry for her sister. Father, I was leaving for prayer. She quickly went to the bed and sat down with her hands raised. Her eyes were swollen and turned inside out because of the pain of crying all the time.
She smiled at her, which made her tears rise in her eyes and she said, "Adda Adeeja, help your life and accept your father's choice. One day you will reap the benefits of your obedience." She smiled and whispered to her sister, “Fateema, you are a girl, you will not understand my situation. I do not love him. I love Abdulhameed. He is the dream of my heart. I hope to live a married life with him, not this little boy.”
Before she could say anything, their mother called her name, which made her quickly stand up and go to her mother's room to pray. She ordered her to go and pray.
The next day, Fateema was getting ready for school. Her mind was on Adeeja who was lying there sleeping soundly, her body wrapped in a blanket. It seemed that the cold and fever had entered her because yesterday, the father's incident had passed their minds because he had left her to sleep in the courtyard, all the cold that is experienced in the city of Jos at the beginning of the twelve months. She touched her neck and felt it was hot and her hair was shivering. She came out of her mother's room and told her that it was what her mother had said.
She came back to her senses, I loved how her mother didn't show any anger towards what her father was doing to Adeejan, wasn't he the only one who gave birth to her? Is this a must? She continued her school preparations in a blue skirt that reached her knees and a white shirt, a blue waistcoat, white long socks that she wore up to her knees and then a pair of short socks before she put on her leather sandals and put on a white hijab and came out with it.
Even before she left the room, she heard her sister's voice and her traveling companion Charity greeting her mother in their Birom language. She came out and they took the road to Bishop's College on foot, as it wasn't very far from the school.
On the way, Charity said, "Is your father still not sorry for leaving Adeeja?" She didn't let her son go and said, "You Hausa people have problems, by God, it's a person's life, but if it's done to him,
