The sudden ringing of a phone startled Aunty Babba, who was fast asleep on their bed. She was so deeply asleep that even lifting a finger seemed impossible. She frowned slightly, clearly irritated.
Ishaq, standing in front of the mirror adjusting his outfit, cleared his throat and said:
> “Madam, please wake up and answer the call. It seems important—the phone's been ringing for a while now.”
With an irritated sigh, Aunty Babba slowly sat up. She was wearing a purple sleeping set—shirt and pants. Her face looked swollen from sleep. She reached for the phone on the bedside drawer. Upon seeing the caller ID—Hayaam—she scowled even harder and picked up the call with clear anger.
> “Why are you calling me, you shameless brat? Are you trying to finish off your disrespect today too?!”
On the other end, Hayaam replied:
> “Come on, Aunty Laila. I’ve even forgotten what happened between us…”
Before she could finish, Aunty Babba cut her off:
> “Even if you forgot, I haven’t! Just tell me why you're calling, or I’ll hang up.”
Ishaq, watching her, thought to himself:
> “She swears like a pagan. Not even the slightest bit of shame. Just curses non-stop. May God pair me with a better person!”
The Alarming News from Hayaam
Hayaam, now more composed, said:
> “Aunty Laila, I’m in serious trouble—no, we are in trouble. Our entire plan has fallen apart.”
As soon as Aunty Babba heard that, her heart skipped a beat.
> “What happened, Hayaam? What kind of problem are you talking about?”
Hayaam revealed:
> “That girl working at their house… she’s their niece. She’s Uncle Abusufyan’s daughter!”
Aunty Babba was so shocked it felt like a thunderbolt hit her.
> “What the hell?! Since when did Abusufyan ever get married?! That’s a lie! Or maybe someone just lied to you—it’s all nonsense!”
This caught Ishaq’s full attention.
> “Who’s this Abusufyan you’re talking about?”
Aunty Babba flinched, suddenly realizing Ishaq was still in the room. In a panic, she got up, intending to leave, but out of confusion, she headed toward the toilet instead of the door.
Ishaq cleared his throat:
> “Don’t enter the toilet with a phone to your ear.”
Startled, she turned around and walked toward the wardrobe, clearly rattled. She bumped her head on it before realizing her mistake and finally exited the room, heading downstairs.
She moved quickly to the old store room—where she once locked up Hosana—and stood in the corridor listening to Hayaam.
> “It’s true, Aunty Laila. I swear. I overheard Uncle explaining everything to Junaid. Even Aunty Azmee confirmed it. The shocking part? They’re triplets. Three beautiful girls who all look exactly alike. You can tell they’re his daughters just by looking at them!”
Aunty Babba in Denial
Aunty Babba placed one hand on her head and held the phone with the other.
> “I will never believe this! How could a man who never married have children—three daughters?! That would mean he fathered illegitimate children! You’re just trying to scare me. Stop playing with me!”
Out of frustration, Hayaam hung up. She broke into tears, overwhelmed by sorrow and guilt. Her heart was burning with unease.
Aunty Babba stared at her phone, scoffing and shaking her head:
> “I knew she was lying. She just wants to scare me so I’ll back down. Foolish girl.”
The Morning Tea Conversation
“Mommy, you’re awake?”
Hafsat’s voice interrupted her thoughts. Aunty Babba turned to see Hafsat standing with a smile, wearing jeans and a ribbon in her hair, holding a cup of steaming tea.
The sight of her smiling early in the morning immediately raised suspicion—Hafsat never smiles this early.
Forcing a smile, Aunty Babba asked:
> “Is everything okay? Why are you smiling?”
Hafsat replied:
> “Yes, Mommy. Something joyful happened. I know once you hear it, you’ll be happy too.”
With a calm voice, Aunty Babba asked:
> “Tell me, daughter. I’m eager to hear this good news. Did they increase your salary or promote you at work?”
Laughing and shaking her head, Hafsat said:
> “No, Mommy. This good news is way bigger than that. Take this tea first, then I’ll tell you.”
After sipping the tea three times, Aunty Babba asked again:
> “Please tell me! I’m dying to know.”
> “I called Aunty Azmee earlier to greet her, and she told me—Uncle Abusufyan’s children have appeared!”
Shocked, Aunty Babba dropped the cup, spilling hot tea on their feet.
Hafsat jumped back:
> “Mommy! Do you want to burn my foot? I was only sharing good news!”
Furious, Aunty Babba snapped:
> “Get out of my sight, liar! You and Hayaam are the same!”
She stormed upstairs, leaving Hafsat watching her with a smirk:
> “I don’t care. I’m happy. I just can’t wait to see Uncle’s daughters. I already feel like I love them. I’ll even bring them gifts when I visit.”
With that, Hafsat bent down to clean up the broken cup.
Ishaq's Joy and Aunty Babba’s Confirmation
Back upstairs, Aunty Babba approached their room just as she heard Ishaq’s joyful voice:
> “Alhamdulillah! Abba, I’m so happy! Why didn’t anyone tell me yesterday? I would’ve rushed there this morning. I can’t wait to meet them.”
Abba replied:
> “Wait until you see them. Beautiful young girls. They look exactly like Abusufyan—like his photocopies.”
> “Abba, please send my greetings to them. Tell them their big brother, General Ishaq, is excited to see them and will come soon.”
They exchanged prayers before ending the call. Aunty Babba, now convinced the news was true, entered the room weakly, her body drained of energy.
Seeing her, Ishaq turned around, fully dressed in a fine traditional outfit. She quickly cut him off before he could speak:
> “I’ve heard everything. Hafsat told me. Congratulations to you all.”
She then rushed into the toilet. Ishaq called out:
> “I’m heading to Abuja now. You and Hafsat can follow later or tomorrow—up to you.”
From inside the toilet, she replied:
> “Safe journey. Greet everyone for me.”
> “They’ll hear, In sha Allah,” he answered as he left.
Meanwhile at Uncle Abusufyan’s House
Back at their home, Uncle Abusufyan had finished explaining everything to Junaid about Hosana and Jahad.
Junaid, deeply emotional, asked:
> “But why didn’t they grow up with us? Why, Uncle? Why?”
Their father answered:
> “We didn’t know about them, Junaid. Had we known, we’d never have let it happen. It was fate—predestined.”
Junaid stared at Jahad, regretting not growing up with them. He knew they would’ve been deeply loved by the family. Life can be so unfair. They were cheated—separated from their father and denied their family.
> “Now, we should all be happy,” Abba said. “It’s time to move forward. We’ll host a grand celebration for our three girls. We want them to forget their painful past and embrace this new beginning.”
The young ones all nodded in agreement:
> “Yes, Abba. We’ll shower them with love and care until all their pain fades.”
Marshal Omar added:
> “We sincerely apologize for everything you’ve been through. Even though it wasn’t our fault, we still take responsibility. Please forgive us—Hosana, Sehrish, and Jahad.”
Tears welled up in their eyes. Jahad tried to speak through her tears:
> “Everything that happened to us was predestined. We thank Allah for giving us patience to endure. And today… today is our joy. We’ve found our family. And the best part—Uncle Abusufyan is our father, not that wicked man…”
Before she could finish, tears overcame her. Abusufyan pulled her into a warm hug.
Hosana smiled and looked at Marshal Omar, then at herself, then intertwined her fingers—signaling they were now truly family. He gave her a warm, proud smile in return.
Sgr stood quietly in the corner, arms crossed over his chest. He wouldn’t be at peace until he faced Ya Sayyadi.
Breakfast is Served
Azmee interrupted the moment:
> “Abba, breakfast is ready. Everyone should come to the dining table.”
Her eyes gleamed with joy as she looked at Jahad.
Everyone gathered around the large dining table, which was beautifully arranged with a variety of delicious food and drinks. It could seat 12 people comfortably, and an extension had been added for the previous night’s celebration.
Abusufyan sat at the table with Sehrish, Jahad, and Hosana.
Description
The Disturbance in the Morning
The sudden ringing of a phone startled Aunty Babba, who was fast asleep on their bed. She was so deeply asleep that even lifting a finger seemed impossible. She frowned slightly, clearly irritated.
Ishaq, standing in front of the mirror adjusting his outfit, cleared his throat and said:
> “Madam, please wake up and answer the call. It seems important—the phone's been ringing for a while now.”
With an irritated sigh, Aunty Babba slowly sat up. She was wearing a purple sleeping set—shirt and pants. Her face looked swollen from sleep. She reached for the phone on the bedside drawer. Upon seeing the caller ID—Hayaam—she scowled even harder and picked up the call with clear anger.
> “Why are you calling me, you shameless brat? Are you trying to finish off your disrespect today too?!”
On the other end, Hayaam replied:
> “Come on, Aunty Laila. I’ve even forgotten what happened between us…”
Before she could finish, Aunty Babba cut her off:
> “Even if you forgot, I haven’t! Just tell me why you're calling, or I’ll hang up.”
Ishaq, watching her, thought to himself:
> “She swears like a pagan. Not even the slightest bit of shame. Just curses non-stop. May God pair me with a better person!”
The Alarming News from Hayaam
Hayaam, now more composed, said:
> “Aunty Laila, I’m in serious trouble—no, we are in trouble. Our entire plan has fallen apart.”
As soon as Aunty Babba heard that, her heart skipped a beat.
> “What happened, Hayaam? What kind of problem are you talking about?”
Hayaam revealed:
> “That girl working at their house… she’s their niece. She’s Uncle Abusufyan’s daughter!”
Aunty Babba was so shocked it felt like a thunderbolt hit her.
> “What the hell?! Since when did Abusufyan ever get married?! That’s a lie! Or maybe someone just lied to you—it’s all nonsense!”
This caught Ishaq’s full attention.
> “Who’s this Abusufyan you’re talking about?”
Aunty Babba flinched, suddenly realizing Ishaq was still in the room. In a panic, she got up, intending to leave, but out of confusion, she headed toward the toilet instead of the door.
Ishaq cleared his throat:
> “Don’t enter the toilet with a phone to your ear.”
Startled, she turned around and walked toward the wardrobe, clearly rattled. She bumped her head on it before realizing her mistake and finally exited the room, heading downstairs.
She moved quickly to the old store room—where she once locked up Hosana—and stood in the corridor listening to Hayaam.
> “It’s true, Aunty Laila. I swear. I overheard Uncle explaining everything to Junaid. Even Aunty Azmee confirmed it. The shocking part? They’re triplets. Three beautiful girls who all look exactly alike. You can tell they’re his daughters just by looking at them!”
Aunty Babba in Denial
Aunty Babba placed one hand on her head and held the phone with the other.
> “I will never believe this! How could a man who never married have children—three daughters?! That would mean he fathered illegitimate children! You’re just trying to scare me. Stop playing with me!”
Out of frustration, Hayaam hung up. She broke into tears, overwhelmed by sorrow and guilt. Her heart was burning with unease.
Aunty Babba stared at her phone, scoffing and shaking her head:
> “I knew she was lying. She just wants to scare me so I’ll back down. Foolish girl.”
The Morning Tea Conversation
“Mommy, you’re awake?”
Hafsat’s voice interrupted her thoughts. Aunty Babba turned to see Hafsat standing with a smile, wearing jeans and a ribbon in her hair, holding a cup of steaming tea.
The sight of her smiling early in the morning immediately raised suspicion—Hafsat never smiles this early.
Forcing a smile, Aunty Babba asked:
> “Is everything okay? Why are you smiling?”
Hafsat replied:
> “Yes, Mommy. Something joyful happened. I know once you hear it, you’ll be happy too.”
With a calm voice, Aunty Babba asked:
> “Tell me, daughter. I’m eager to hear this good news. Did they increase your salary or promote you at work?”
Laughing and shaking her head, Hafsat said:
> “No, Mommy. This good news is way bigger than that. Take this tea first, then I’ll tell you.”
After sipping the tea three times, Aunty Babba asked again:
> “Please tell me! I’m dying to know.”
> “I called Aunty Azmee earlier to greet her, and she told me—Uncle Abusufyan’s children have appeared!”
Shocked, Aunty Babba dropped the cup, spilling hot tea on their feet.
Hafsat jumped back:
> “Mommy! Do you want to burn my foot? I was only sharing good news!”
Furious, Aunty Babba snapped:
> “Get out of my sight, liar! You and Hayaam are the same!”
She stormed upstairs, leaving Hafsat watching her with a smirk:
> “I don’t care. I’m happy. I just can’t wait to see Uncle’s daughters. I already feel like I love them. I’ll even bring them gifts when I visit.”
With that, Hafsat bent down to clean up the broken cup.
Ishaq's Joy and Aunty Babba’s Confirmation
Back upstairs, Aunty Babba approached their room just as she heard Ishaq’s joyful voice:
> “Alhamdulillah! Abba, I’m so happy! Why didn’t anyone tell me yesterday? I would’ve rushed there this morning. I can’t wait to meet them.”
Abba replied:
> “Wait until you see them. Beautiful young girls. They look exactly like Abusufyan—like his photocopies.”
> “Abba, please send my greetings to them. Tell them their big brother, General Ishaq, is excited to see them and will come soon.”
They exchanged prayers before ending the call. Aunty Babba, now convinced the news was true, entered the room weakly, her body drained of energy.
Seeing her, Ishaq turned around, fully dressed in a fine traditional outfit. She quickly cut him off before he could speak:
> “I’ve heard everything. Hafsat told me. Congratulations to you all.”
She then rushed into the toilet. Ishaq called out:
> “I’m heading to Abuja now. You and Hafsat can follow later or tomorrow—up to you.”
From inside the toilet, she replied:
> “Safe journey. Greet everyone for me.”
> “They’ll hear, In sha Allah,” he answered as he left.
Meanwhile at Uncle Abusufyan’s House
Back at their home, Uncle Abusufyan had finished explaining everything to Junaid about Hosana and Jahad.
Junaid, deeply emotional, asked:
> “But why didn’t they grow up with us? Why, Uncle? Why?”
Their father answered:
> “We didn’t know about them, Junaid. Had we known, we’d never have let it happen. It was fate—predestined.”
Junaid stared at Jahad, regretting not growing up with them. He knew they would’ve been deeply loved by the family. Life can be so unfair. They were cheated—separated from their father and denied their family.
> “Now, we should all be happy,” Abba said. “It’s time to move forward. We’ll host a grand celebration for our three girls. We want them to forget their painful past and embrace this new beginning.”
The young ones all nodded in agreement:
> “Yes, Abba. We’ll shower them with love and care until all their pain fades.”
Marshal Omar added:
> “We sincerely apologize for everything you’ve been through. Even though it wasn’t our fault, we still take responsibility. Please forgive us—Hosana, Sehrish, and Jahad.”
Tears welled up in their eyes. Jahad tried to speak through her tears:
> “Everything that happened to us was predestined. We thank Allah for giving us patience to endure. And today… today is our joy. We’ve found our family. And the best part—Uncle Abusufyan is our father, not that wicked man…”
Before she could finish, tears overcame her. Abusufyan pulled her into a warm hug.
Hosana smiled and looked at Marshal Omar, then at herself, then intertwined her fingers—signaling they were now truly family. He gave her a warm, proud smile in return.
Sgr stood quietly in the corner, arms crossed over his chest. He wouldn’t be at peace until he faced Ya Sayyadi.
Breakfast is Served
Azmee interrupted the moment:
> “Abba, breakfast is ready. Everyone should come to the dining table.”
Her eyes gleamed with joy as she looked at Jahad.
Everyone gathered around the large dining table, which was beautifully arranged with a variety of delicious food and drinks. It could seat 12 people comfortably, and an extension had been added for the previous night’s celebration.
Abusufyan sat at the table with Sehrish, Jahad, and Hosana.