Since she heard her father's last words, she had cried so hard, she looked at her mother who was wiping away the tears that were falling from her eyes, there was no sign that she was crying at all, she looked at her father whose face was as dark as a storm, he too did not find the courage to say anything to him, her two brothers in the parlor, none of them said anything, she was crying and looking at Umma who was shaking her legs, she looked at her grandmother who was shaking her legs and in a trembling voice she grabbed her hand and said "For the glory of God, tell them to be patient, it is the devil's evil, for God's sake tell them to forgive me, I don't know who did this to me..." The grandmother took her hand and said "Come on, you are still a devil's evil while you are a devil Nihad, before you bring us something to shame us and we will shame you from the beginning, tell us that you have to become a person who does not do what you do, don't you? What is it that fascinates you with the life of a wicked girl that this thing has happened to you like this?" The grandmother cried and said "God we thank you, you only gave birth to a son, you didn't give birth to his character, what have you done to us Nihad" Nihad stood up crying profusely and left the parlor, she went straight to her room because she didn't know what to say in the parlor, no one was there to listen to her, since Umma refused to say anything, no one was there to say anything, after she entered the room she locked the door and fell on the bed crying as hard as she could before she left, is this actually happening to her? The same way she saw the day and the same way she saw the night, she couldn't even pray one rak'ah, she completely lost her mind, she wished all this was nothing but a dream, she wished she would wake up and see that it was just a bad dream, in the morning the door of the room was opened, she looked up with swollen eyes and looked at the door but she had no intention of getting up and opening it, until she got tired of knocking and was left there. Then around eight in the morning, she was sitting on the floor and pulled out her phone with difficulty. She had been separated from her phone for years. She didn't like anything to do with the phone, let alone her heart, and the moment she picked up her sim card, she wanted to remove it and break it. The missed calls she saw were fifty, and the messages were twice as many as the calls, or one message was just one, "Is that you on social media Nihad?" "Nihad what came over you?" "Nihad what is happening?" "Nihad something is wrong somewhere, ur video is all over the internet" She came out of her inbox with tears streaming down her face, she opened WhatsApp and it was all messages and videos... She turned off the phone and took out the sim card and broke it like she had intended and threw the phone on the bed wiping away the tears that refused to stop for her, oh my god where did you wake up she was really just dreaming, she had been wishing for this for years, but she didn't wake up which only confirmed to her that everything that was happening was real, there was no such thing as a dream, there was a knock on the door, she looked at the door and slowly stood up and went to the door and opened it, Umma saw it standing, immediately some new tears filled her eyes, Umma entered the room and locked the door, Nihad followed her with a look until she reached the edge of the bed, Nihad finished where she was kneeling on the ground in a soft voice and said "Umma for the glory of God keep my secret and don't do this to me, I'm going to die, talk to Abba plss" Umma downloaded another copy Xuciya said, "It's too late Nihad, since Alhaji Abubakar made this decision, you don't know what to do with his decision, I'm just praying for you, we are also here to support you, it's okay to make mistakes as long as we learn from them, so calm down, everything will be alright, and no matter who did this to you, we just say that God is ready for it." She broke down in tears and said in a panic, "I'm in third place, Umma, can't you tell Abba anything? Marriage is a must for me, Umma, if that happens, I'm in third place..." Umma nodded, headed for the door, left and locked it.
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Since she heard her father's last words, she had cried so hard, she looked at her mother who was wiping away the tears that were falling from her eyes, there was no sign that she was crying at all, she looked at her father whose face was as dark as a storm, he too did not find the courage to say anything to him, her two brothers in the parlor, none of them said anything, she was crying and looking at Umma who was shaking her legs, she looked at her grandmother who was shaking her legs and in a trembling voice she grabbed her hand and said "For the glory of God, tell them to be patient, it is the devil's evil, for God's sake tell them to forgive me, I don't know who did this to me..." The grandmother took her hand and said "Come on, you are still a devil's evil while you are a devil Nihad, before you bring us something to shame us and we will shame you from the beginning, tell us that you have to become a person who does not do what you do, don't you? What is it that fascinates you with the life of a wicked girl that this thing has happened to you like this?" The grandmother cried and said "God we thank you, you only gave birth to a son, you didn't give birth to his character, what have you done to us Nihad" Nihad stood up crying profusely and left the parlor, she went straight to her room because she didn't know what to say in the parlor, no one was there to listen to her, since Umma refused to say anything, no one was there to say anything, after she entered the room she locked the door and fell on the bed crying as hard as she could before she left, is this actually happening to her? The same way she saw the day and the same way she saw the night, she couldn't even pray one rak'ah, she completely lost her mind, she wished all this was nothing but a dream, she wished she would wake up and see that it was just a bad dream, in the morning the door of the room was opened, she looked up with swollen eyes and looked at the door but she had no intention of getting up and opening it, until she got tired of knocking and was left there. Then around eight in the morning, she was sitting on the floor and pulled out her phone with difficulty. She had been separated from her phone for years. She didn't like anything to do with the phone, let alone her heart, and the moment she picked up her sim card, she wanted to remove it and break it. The missed calls she saw were fifty, and the messages were twice as many as the calls, or one message was just one, "Is that you on social media Nihad?" "Nihad what came over you?" "Nihad what is happening?" "Nihad something is wrong somewhere, ur video is all over the internet" She came out of her inbox with tears streaming down her face, she opened WhatsApp and it was all messages and videos... She turned off the phone and took out the sim card and broke it like she had intended and threw the phone on the bed wiping away the tears that refused to stop for her, oh my god where did you wake up she was really just dreaming, she had been wishing for this for years, but she didn't wake up which only confirmed to her that everything that was happening was real, there was no such thing as a dream, there was a knock on the door, she looked at the door and slowly stood up and went to the door and opened it, Umma saw it standing, immediately some new tears filled her eyes, Umma entered the room and locked the door, Nihad followed her with a look until she reached the edge of the bed, Nihad finished where she was kneeling on the ground in a soft voice and said "Umma for the glory of God keep my secret and don't do this to me, I'm going to die, talk to Abba plss" Umma downloaded another copy Xuciya said, "It's too late Nihad, since Alhaji Abubakar made this decision, you don't know what to do with his decision, I'm just praying for you, we are also here to support you, it's okay to make mistakes as long as we learn from them, so calm down, everything will be alright, and no matter who did this to you, we just say that God is ready for it." She broke down in tears and said in a panic, "I'm in third place, Umma, can't you tell Abba anything? Marriage is a must for me, Umma, if that happens, I'm in third place..." Umma nodded, headed for the door, left and locked it.