Dr. Shuraim was truly handsome—fair-skinned, with an average, well-built body. Every part of him was complete. He had small, attractive pink lips that drew the attention of girls. His height was moderate, not too tall, and he had a broad chest covered with fine hair. His bearded face framed his charm, giving him a kind of magical beauty. In fact, he was undeniably handsome.
He was the second son of his parents, and also the last born, for they never had another child after him. Being the youngest, his parents adored him and supported everything that made him happy. His father’s name was Alhaji Muktar Muhammad, and his mother was Hajiya Zainab. Their first child was Umar, who was also handsome—beauty clearly ran in their family.
Education and Discipline
Shuraim’s parents were very proud of him. He studied Business in Japan, where he completed his first and second degrees. Despite his overwhelming attraction to women, he kept himself disciplined. When strong desires arose, he would calm them using a mix of lemon juice and herbal medicines. At thirty-five, he had managed to stay disciplined.
His mother once urged him to marry while he was on holiday, but he insisted he would only do so after finishing his studies. Alhamdulillah, now he had successfully completed them and returned with excellent results.
Shuraim was thirty years old at this time, quiet and reserved. He disliked unnecessary talk. If you saw him laughing or conversing freely, it was only with his parents. He attended primary and secondary school in Kano before being sent abroad by his parents to further his education. His life goal was to become a fully qualified doctor, and Allah granted him success. Now he was back home on holiday, waiting for his final exam for his second degree in Medicine.
This holiday brought his parents great joy, as preparations were being made for Umar’s graduation ceremony, which was set for Saturday.
Personality and Habits
Shuraim’s full name was Abubakar Muktar, but people called him Shuraim after his grandfather. Sometimes when his father jokingly called him “Daddy,” Shuraim would respond the same way, and they would both burst into laughter.
Shuraim had a firm principle in life: if he ever married, it would only be to a wealthy woman from a privileged background. Though women admired him greatly, he often ignored them, dismissing poor women as unattractive, burdensome, and lacking in luxury. He believed only daughters of the rich possessed beauty, charm, and elegance.
Yet, Shuraim also had a generous side. Whenever he came home on holiday, people knew because of his frequent gifts and donations to the poor and less privileged. This kindness was one of his finest traits.
The Girl in Poverty
Elsewhere, in a house marked by poverty, lived a beautiful young girl. She was very fair, though her fairness was fading into a pale yellow. She had a long, straight nose, big eyes like someone half-asleep, and very pink lips that looked like lip gloss but were naturally hers.
Her figure was balanced—not fat, not thin—with the shape of a Coca-Cola bottle. Her long hair cascaded across her shoulders, framing her face. Her breasts were full, her hips noticeable. Even under her hijab, which she wore everywhere, her beauty was clear.
She lived with her sick mother, who had been bedridden since the day before, and her ten-year-old younger sister, Suhaima, who cried of hunger. The older sister, Nabla, comforted her:
“Haba, Suhaima, be patient. You see Umma is sick and sleeping, don’t wake her. Insha’Allah, I’ll find you food.”
Suhaima asked, “Anty, what’s wrong with Umma?”
“She’s not feeling well,” Nabla replied. “Come, let’s go outside.”
She took her hand, and together they stepped out after covering Umma with a piece of cloth against the cold.
Umar’s Graduation Ceremony
Today was Umar’s graduation. Their mother, Ummi, was filled with joy. She invited friends, relatives, and wealthy neighbors to the celebration. Among them was Asabe, a neighbor with three children—two boys and one girl, Salma. Asabe was religious and educated.
Though Asabe herself couldn’t attend, she sent Salma in her place. Salma disliked mingling with wealthy people, but she went out of respect for her mother.
At the party, when Salma walked in wearing a long hijab, Umar couldn’t take his eyes off her. Something about her presence captured him immediately. She was of chocolate complexion, naturally beautiful, and elegant in a simple way. Their eyes met briefly before she turned away shyly, but Umar smiled.
Love and Proposal
Umar’s friend Yusuf noticed and teased him:
“Eh Umar, could it be that you’ve found Ummi her daughter-in-law?”
Laughing, Umar replied, “Almost.”
Later, Yusuf confirmed: “That girl is Salma, Baba Yahya’s daughter.”
After the party, Umar’s mother noticed her son was restless. Yusuf told her, “Ummi, your boy is in love.” Joy filled her heart—this was her greatest wish.
A few days later, Umar and Yusuf visited Salma’s home. She thought visitors had come for her younger brother, but it was Umar. Yusuf explained their purpose while Umar simply watched her, thinking to himself: Can she really handle me? His heart burned with desire.
When they left, Salma informed her mother, Asabe, who was delighted. She had prayed for her daughter to marry well and escape the shame of being unmarried. Preparations began, and the wedding was fixed for one month later.
A New Chapter
During this time, Umar and Salma grew closer. Their love deepened. Umar desired her greatly, and she, too, loved him. On the wedding day, joy filled both families. After the ceremony, Salma cried when parting from her mother, but her parents blessed her and urged her to be obedient to her husband.
They began their married life in Kano, in a modest two-room house. Umar soon secured a good business and expanded into trade—selling fabrics, gold, and other goods. With time, his wealth grew, and life flourished.
Rukayya’s Story
Their sister, Rukayya, was also beautiful and deeply admired. She excelled in both Western and Islamic education. Many suitors came, including their schoolteacher, Ibrahim, who was Fulani from Adamawa. Though their parents initially resisted because his family lived far away, Rukayya’s strong love for him made them accept.
Her wedding was fixed, and preparations were made. On the day of her fatiha (wedding contract), she wept when parting with her parents. Advice was given, prayers offered, and she began her new life happily with her husband in Kano.
The Family’s Progress
Alhaji Muktar, their father, was proud of his children. With Umar married, Shuraim pursuing Medicine, and Rukayya happily settled, the family felt blessed. Their mother, Ummi, continued to support them with love and prayers.
Business thrived, education advanced, and marriages brought joy. Truly, Allah’s blessings were visible upon this family.
Description
Dr. Shuraim
Dr. Shuraim was truly handsome—fair-skinned, with an average, well-built body. Every part of him was complete. He had small, attractive pink lips that drew the attention of girls. His height was moderate, not too tall, and he had a broad chest covered with fine hair. His bearded face framed his charm, giving him a kind of magical beauty. In fact, he was undeniably handsome.
He was the second son of his parents, and also the last born, for they never had another child after him. Being the youngest, his parents adored him and supported everything that made him happy. His father’s name was Alhaji Muktar Muhammad, and his mother was Hajiya Zainab. Their first child was Umar, who was also handsome—beauty clearly ran in their family.
Education and Discipline
Shuraim’s parents were very proud of him. He studied Business in Japan, where he completed his first and second degrees. Despite his overwhelming attraction to women, he kept himself disciplined. When strong desires arose, he would calm them using a mix of lemon juice and herbal medicines. At thirty-five, he had managed to stay disciplined.
His mother once urged him to marry while he was on holiday, but he insisted he would only do so after finishing his studies. Alhamdulillah, now he had successfully completed them and returned with excellent results.
Shuraim was thirty years old at this time, quiet and reserved. He disliked unnecessary talk. If you saw him laughing or conversing freely, it was only with his parents. He attended primary and secondary school in Kano before being sent abroad by his parents to further his education. His life goal was to become a fully qualified doctor, and Allah granted him success. Now he was back home on holiday, waiting for his final exam for his second degree in Medicine.
This holiday brought his parents great joy, as preparations were being made for Umar’s graduation ceremony, which was set for Saturday.
Personality and Habits
Shuraim’s full name was Abubakar Muktar, but people called him Shuraim after his grandfather. Sometimes when his father jokingly called him “Daddy,” Shuraim would respond the same way, and they would both burst into laughter.
Shuraim had a firm principle in life: if he ever married, it would only be to a wealthy woman from a privileged background. Though women admired him greatly, he often ignored them, dismissing poor women as unattractive, burdensome, and lacking in luxury. He believed only daughters of the rich possessed beauty, charm, and elegance.
Yet, Shuraim also had a generous side. Whenever he came home on holiday, people knew because of his frequent gifts and donations to the poor and less privileged. This kindness was one of his finest traits.
The Girl in Poverty
Elsewhere, in a house marked by poverty, lived a beautiful young girl. She was very fair, though her fairness was fading into a pale yellow. She had a long, straight nose, big eyes like someone half-asleep, and very pink lips that looked like lip gloss but were naturally hers.
Her figure was balanced—not fat, not thin—with the shape of a Coca-Cola bottle. Her long hair cascaded across her shoulders, framing her face. Her breasts were full, her hips noticeable. Even under her hijab, which she wore everywhere, her beauty was clear.
She lived with her sick mother, who had been bedridden since the day before, and her ten-year-old younger sister, Suhaima, who cried of hunger. The older sister, Nabla, comforted her:
“Haba, Suhaima, be patient. You see Umma is sick and sleeping, don’t wake her. Insha’Allah, I’ll find you food.”
Suhaima asked, “Anty, what’s wrong with Umma?”
“She’s not feeling well,” Nabla replied. “Come, let’s go outside.”
She took her hand, and together they stepped out after covering Umma with a piece of cloth against the cold.
Umar’s Graduation Ceremony
Today was Umar’s graduation. Their mother, Ummi, was filled with joy. She invited friends, relatives, and wealthy neighbors to the celebration. Among them was Asabe, a neighbor with three children—two boys and one girl, Salma. Asabe was religious and educated.
Though Asabe herself couldn’t attend, she sent Salma in her place. Salma disliked mingling with wealthy people, but she went out of respect for her mother.
At the party, when Salma walked in wearing a long hijab, Umar couldn’t take his eyes off her. Something about her presence captured him immediately. She was of chocolate complexion, naturally beautiful, and elegant in a simple way. Their eyes met briefly before she turned away shyly, but Umar smiled.
Love and Proposal
Umar’s friend Yusuf noticed and teased him:
“Eh Umar, could it be that you’ve found Ummi her daughter-in-law?”
Laughing, Umar replied, “Almost.”
Later, Yusuf confirmed: “That girl is Salma, Baba Yahya’s daughter.”
After the party, Umar’s mother noticed her son was restless. Yusuf told her, “Ummi, your boy is in love.” Joy filled her heart—this was her greatest wish.
A few days later, Umar and Yusuf visited Salma’s home. She thought visitors had come for her younger brother, but it was Umar. Yusuf explained their purpose while Umar simply watched her, thinking to himself: Can she really handle me? His heart burned with desire.
When they left, Salma informed her mother, Asabe, who was delighted. She had prayed for her daughter to marry well and escape the shame of being unmarried. Preparations began, and the wedding was fixed for one month later.
A New Chapter
During this time, Umar and Salma grew closer. Their love deepened. Umar desired her greatly, and she, too, loved him. On the wedding day, joy filled both families. After the ceremony, Salma cried when parting from her mother, but her parents blessed her and urged her to be obedient to her husband.
They began their married life in Kano, in a modest two-room house. Umar soon secured a good business and expanded into trade—selling fabrics, gold, and other goods. With time, his wealth grew, and life flourished.
Rukayya’s Story
Their sister, Rukayya, was also beautiful and deeply admired. She excelled in both Western and Islamic education. Many suitors came, including their schoolteacher, Ibrahim, who was Fulani from Adamawa. Though their parents initially resisted because his family lived far away, Rukayya’s strong love for him made them accept.
Her wedding was fixed, and preparations were made. On the day of her fatiha (wedding contract), she wept when parting with her parents. Advice was given, prayers offered, and she began her new life happily with her husband in Kano.
The Family’s Progress
Alhaji Muktar, their father, was proud of his children. With Umar married, Shuraim pursuing Medicine, and Rukayya happily settled, the family felt blessed. Their mother, Ummi, continued to support them with love and prayers.
Business thrived, education advanced, and marriages brought joy. Truly, Allah’s blessings were visible upon this family.