Fauziyya stood before the Principal of her school, pleading with her to call her father and intervene on her behalf so she could continue her studies.
“Ok Fauziyya, don’t worry. I’ll talk to him, God willing. Now, go to the exam hall, I see you have less than 30 minutes left to start your final exam.”
“Thank you so much, Mama, may Allah reward you,” Fauziyya said, leaving the Principal’s office.
That day, every student was full of joy, especially the senior class six students who were about to graduate. They exchanged addresses and phone numbers among themselves.
Later, Fauziyya’s father sat before the Principal. The Principal said:
“Don’t worry. Times have changed. Don’t think your daughter will go astray just because she goes to university. No — let’s pray instead, for the world is corrupt now. I’ve handled many shocking cases, even with JSS1 students. Parents must pray for their children, not rely only on our knowledge or methods. Children nowadays are sharper than us. Twenty years of parental training can be destroyed in 20 seconds by one wrong boy. You may guard your daughter at home, but you’ll hear she did something shocking outside. At that point, all you can do is pray for her and give her guidance.
But as for Fauziyya, I personally believe she has sound upbringing. She is calm, disciplined, and knows her limits. By God’s name, please allow her to continue her education.”
Her father, humbled, replied: “No problem, God willing, I will allow her. May the Almighty guide us.”
“Amin. May God protect her from all harm,” the Principal prayed.
“Amin,” he responded.
When he got home, he told Fauziyya’s mother everything that happened. She too gave him more advice, softly and respectfully. He then asked her to call Fauziyya.
She came, knelt respectfully, and greeted: “Welcome back, Abba.”
“Thank you, Fauziyya. I just came from your school Principal. I’ve agreed to let you continue your studies.”
Overjoyed, Fauziyya said: “Abba, thank you! May Allah reward you abundantly.”
“Amin. Fauziyya, you know it’s only you and your sister Allah gave us. We strive to provide whatever you need. But my heart is restless, I feel uneasy. I only ask you one thing: fear God, guard your dignity and our family’s honor.”
Her eyes filled with tears. “In shaa Allah, I will never bring you shame, Abba.”
“May Allah bless you,” he prayed.
Fauziyya’s Background and New Beginning
Fauziyya Muhammad Ahmad was born in Katsina. She and her younger sister, Aisha, were the only children of their parents. Fauziyya was the eldest, while Aisha was in JSS3. Their mother, Binta, was a patient and humble woman who had never quarreled with her husband since marriage.
Though they were not wealthy, they lived decently. Their father tried to provide everything modern children needed, and they had enough food and shelter. They raised their daughters with Islamic values and religious knowledge, prioritizing peace and mutual respect. The sisters were inseparable, eating together and avoiding external friendships. Their only companions were each other and their mother.
Fauziyya was about 17 years old, Aisha around 14. Both were beautiful girls, admired for their looks.
The long-awaited day arrived — Fauziyya’s first day at Umaru Musa Yar’adua University, Katsina (UMYUK). She dressed in a beautiful patterned wrapper and blouse, with her hijab down to her knees. She looked stunning, blessed with every quality a woman could wish for, though she wore little makeup — just powder and lip balm.
Before she left, her mother gave her heartfelt advice about avoiding bad friends and careless boys. Fauziyya set off, praying silently. At school, she headed straight to the Department of Microbiology.
Within a short time, everyone noticed her brilliance. She excelled in her classes, and both male and female students wanted her friendship. But she disliked gossip and idle chatter. Teachers admired her discipline, wisdom, and ever-present modest smile, though some students misjudged her confidence as arrogance.
Encounter with Fa’iz
Fa’iz was a spoiled rich boy, the only son of a powerful government official. Handsome and lavish, he indulged in every vice: drugs, women, arrogance, and disrespect for elders. Girls adored him, despite his reckless lifestyle. His father overlooked his flaws, even encouraging his excesses, while his pious mother lived in sorrow, constantly praying for God to guide him.
At university, Fa’iz ruled like a king, feared by lecturers and students alike. He had a large gang and spent money recklessly. Whenever a beautiful new girl arrived, his gang reported her to him.
One afternoon, Fauziyya left class hungry and went to the cafeteria. She saw a crowd outside — no one dared enter because Fa’iz and his crew were inside. A classmate warned her:
“Fauziyya, don’t go in until Fa’iz leaves.”
“Who is Fa’iz?” she asked.
Her classmate whispered his reputation. Fauziyya smiled. “So what? Because he’s inside, we should starve? Everything that happens to a servant is by Allah’s decree.”
Ignoring them, she entered, only to see Fa’iz and his friends smoking and drinking. Disgusted, she sat aside quietly. One of his boys pointed her out:
“Oga, look at that proud girl.”
Drunk, Fa’iz raised his eyes but only saw the top of her head since she lowered her gaze. He approached, despite his gang offering to handle her for him.
“Hey, don’t you hear me talking to you?” he barked.
Calmly, she raised her head and replied:
“I am the daughter of a father who knows his worth. A father who can answer to his name anywhere. A father who gave his daughter a proper Islamic upbringing. A father who raised his family on the path of truth, honoring the trust Allah placed in his hands.”
She dropped her gaze again. Her words silenced everyone. His gang was shocked — they had never seen anyone speak to him that way.
The waiter brought her food, and she ate while Fa’iz stood frozen, staring. When she finished and tried to leave, he grabbed her hijab and pulled her towards him.
Angry, Fauziyya turned sharply and slapped him across the face.
The entire cafeteria froze. Students and lecturers gasped in fear, for Fa’iz was known for humiliating girls publicly, stripping them, even harming their families. But now, before everyone, Fauziyya had struck him. His gang covered their mouths in disbelief, the hall echoing with tension.
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Fauziyya’s Struggle for Education
Fauziyya stood before the Principal of her school, pleading with her to call her father and intervene on her behalf so she could continue her studies.
“Ok Fauziyya, don’t worry. I’ll talk to him, God willing. Now, go to the exam hall, I see you have less than 30 minutes left to start your final exam.”
“Thank you so much, Mama, may Allah reward you,” Fauziyya said, leaving the Principal’s office.
That day, every student was full of joy, especially the senior class six students who were about to graduate. They exchanged addresses and phone numbers among themselves.
Later, Fauziyya’s father sat before the Principal. The Principal said:
“Don’t worry. Times have changed. Don’t think your daughter will go astray just because she goes to university. No — let’s pray instead, for the world is corrupt now. I’ve handled many shocking cases, even with JSS1 students. Parents must pray for their children, not rely only on our knowledge or methods. Children nowadays are sharper than us. Twenty years of parental training can be destroyed in 20 seconds by one wrong boy. You may guard your daughter at home, but you’ll hear she did something shocking outside. At that point, all you can do is pray for her and give her guidance.
But as for Fauziyya, I personally believe she has sound upbringing. She is calm, disciplined, and knows her limits. By God’s name, please allow her to continue her education.”
Her father, humbled, replied: “No problem, God willing, I will allow her. May the Almighty guide us.”
“Amin. May God protect her from all harm,” the Principal prayed.
“Amin,” he responded.
When he got home, he told Fauziyya’s mother everything that happened. She too gave him more advice, softly and respectfully. He then asked her to call Fauziyya.
She came, knelt respectfully, and greeted: “Welcome back, Abba.”
“Thank you, Fauziyya. I just came from your school Principal. I’ve agreed to let you continue your studies.”
Overjoyed, Fauziyya said: “Abba, thank you! May Allah reward you abundantly.”
“Amin. Fauziyya, you know it’s only you and your sister Allah gave us. We strive to provide whatever you need. But my heart is restless, I feel uneasy. I only ask you one thing: fear God, guard your dignity and our family’s honor.”
Her eyes filled with tears. “In shaa Allah, I will never bring you shame, Abba.”
“May Allah bless you,” he prayed.
Fauziyya’s Background and New Beginning
Fauziyya Muhammad Ahmad was born in Katsina. She and her younger sister, Aisha, were the only children of their parents. Fauziyya was the eldest, while Aisha was in JSS3. Their mother, Binta, was a patient and humble woman who had never quarreled with her husband since marriage.
Though they were not wealthy, they lived decently. Their father tried to provide everything modern children needed, and they had enough food and shelter. They raised their daughters with Islamic values and religious knowledge, prioritizing peace and mutual respect. The sisters were inseparable, eating together and avoiding external friendships. Their only companions were each other and their mother.
Fauziyya was about 17 years old, Aisha around 14. Both were beautiful girls, admired for their looks.
The long-awaited day arrived — Fauziyya’s first day at Umaru Musa Yar’adua University, Katsina (UMYUK). She dressed in a beautiful patterned wrapper and blouse, with her hijab down to her knees. She looked stunning, blessed with every quality a woman could wish for, though she wore little makeup — just powder and lip balm.
Before she left, her mother gave her heartfelt advice about avoiding bad friends and careless boys. Fauziyya set off, praying silently. At school, she headed straight to the Department of Microbiology.
Within a short time, everyone noticed her brilliance. She excelled in her classes, and both male and female students wanted her friendship. But she disliked gossip and idle chatter. Teachers admired her discipline, wisdom, and ever-present modest smile, though some students misjudged her confidence as arrogance.
Encounter with Fa’iz
Fa’iz was a spoiled rich boy, the only son of a powerful government official. Handsome and lavish, he indulged in every vice: drugs, women, arrogance, and disrespect for elders. Girls adored him, despite his reckless lifestyle. His father overlooked his flaws, even encouraging his excesses, while his pious mother lived in sorrow, constantly praying for God to guide him.
At university, Fa’iz ruled like a king, feared by lecturers and students alike. He had a large gang and spent money recklessly. Whenever a beautiful new girl arrived, his gang reported her to him.
One afternoon, Fauziyya left class hungry and went to the cafeteria. She saw a crowd outside — no one dared enter because Fa’iz and his crew were inside. A classmate warned her:
“Fauziyya, don’t go in until Fa’iz leaves.”
“Who is Fa’iz?” she asked.
Her classmate whispered his reputation. Fauziyya smiled. “So what? Because he’s inside, we should starve? Everything that happens to a servant is by Allah’s decree.”
Ignoring them, she entered, only to see Fa’iz and his friends smoking and drinking. Disgusted, she sat aside quietly. One of his boys pointed her out:
“Oga, look at that proud girl.”
Drunk, Fa’iz raised his eyes but only saw the top of her head since she lowered her gaze. He approached, despite his gang offering to handle her for him.
“Hey, don’t you hear me talking to you?” he barked.
Calmly, she raised her head and replied:
“I am the daughter of a father who knows his worth. A father who can answer to his name anywhere. A father who gave his daughter a proper Islamic upbringing. A father who raised his family on the path of truth, honoring the trust Allah placed in his hands.”
She dropped her gaze again. Her words silenced everyone. His gang was shocked — they had never seen anyone speak to him that way.
The waiter brought her food, and she ate while Fa’iz stood frozen, staring. When she finished and tried to leave, he grabbed her hijab and pulled her towards him.
Angry, Fauziyya turned sharply and slapped him across the face.
The entire cafeteria froze. Students and lecturers gasped in fear, for Fa’iz was known for humiliating girls publicly, stripping them, even harming their families. But now, before everyone, Fauziyya had struck him. His gang covered their mouths in disbelief, the hall echoing with tension.