From Zainab to her mother, everyone was struck speechless—no one could even tell another to be quiet. They were plunged into extreme panic. Their fear reached its peak when they looked at Zainab’s father and saw that he had completely stopped moving, utterly still—a clear sign that life had left him.
A piercing scream burst from Zainab’s mother, so loud and terrifying that it startled Zainab and made her jump to her feet. After that scream, her mother made no meaningful movement again. She slowly slumped down, and within moments it was clear she had stopped breathing properly—her breath faded away, a sign that she had fainted.
Zainab jumped down from the bed in a rush. All this while, blood continued to pour from her father’s body like a burst water pipe. The most tragic part was that when he fell, he landed awkwardly on the knife that was already in him, driving it even deeper into his body. That was why the bleeding became so severe—the wound was terrible. The knife had pierced him in the middle of his abdomen; the situation was extremely grave.
Zainab rushed outside to check on Khadija. Not knowing what to do for her parents, she followed after her sister.
In short, Zainab’s mother did not regain consciousness until after a full three hours. Water was poured on her repeatedly, but she remained unresponsive. Eventually, they gave up and left everything in the hands of God.
When she finally woke up, she found herself in a room that looked like a police cell. Slowly, she scanned the ceiling with her eyes. Her eyes were badly swollen and red, as though filled with blood.
The thought of Zainab’s father suddenly struck her heart, and she tried to get up in shock and confusion. Sadly, she could not—her entire body was in pain, her limbs refusing to move.
She resigned herself and remained lying on the mat beneath her. Slowly, she lowered her gaze from the ceiling to look around and understand where she was and what state she was in. Thin tears of regret and deep sorrow began to stream down her cheeks.
Suddenly, without warning, her eyes fell on the entrance door—a barred metal door, clearly the door of a cell.
Her eyes widened in fear, her body trembling violently. Confusion filled her mind as she wondered where Khadija and Zainab’s father were. The place was empty—there was no one to ask. She tried again to get up, panic and confusion overwhelming her. Her body shook uncontrollably, her eyes filled with tears that spilled freely.
Once again, she failed to stand. Her body felt lifeless, wracked with intense pain. She began to wonder what she had done to deserve being locked in a cell. What had brought her there?
Unable to find answers, she tried a third time to rise—only then did she realize her leg was chained with a heavy iron shackle, like those used for dangerous criminals. Her eyes widened even more as she struggled to remember what had happened earlier.
Abduction, Police Intervention, and the Aftermath
Back at home, Zainab cried endlessly, locking herself in a room ever since the police took her mother away.
What had happened was this: Khadija had gone out to call for help. When she stepped outside their house, she found no one around. All the men in the neighborhood had gone to the mosque for Friday prayers—the prayer had already begun.
In panic, she headed toward the road outside the neighborhood, hoping to find someone to help. They lived close to the main road. Before she could get far, a sleek black Bugatti pulled up in front of her, its dark body gleaming.
As she tried to move aside and pass, the car door suddenly opened. Two handsome, fair-skinned men in ash-colored suits stepped out. From their appearance, they were clearly not Nigerians. Their skin was strikingly pale with a reddish tone, their hair jet black, and their eyes dark and shiny. They were very good-looking, young men—no older than twenty-five.
Yet, with a single look, one could tell they lacked compassion. Their faces were cold, hardened, and devoid of mercy. They carried themselves with arrogance, as though power belonged to them.
Lost in panic and confusion, Khadija paid them no attention. She didn’t even raise her eyes to look at them—she simply tried to pass by like a madwoman.
Before she could escape, they grabbed her and threw her into their tinted car. She screamed loudly in terror. They quickly got into the car as well, slammed the doors shut—and instantly, her screams were cut off, as though something terrible had been done to her. Who were they?
Calmly, they reversed the car and drove away from the neighborhood, disappearing onto the road.
That was why Zainab and the others noticed that Khadija was taking too long to return. After her mother fainted, Zainab ran out like a mad person to look for help and for her sister.
Running blindly in panic, she accidentally ran in front of a motorcycle carrying a woman. Before she realized what happened, she found herself on the ground. Thankfully, the bike was slow, so she wasn’t badly injured—she was only pushed aside and fell. She scraped her hand slightly on a nearby stone.
Completely distraught, she got up immediately and ran toward the main road. The motorcyclist tried to shout at her for crossing his path, but before he could even speak, she had already run off, leaving him stunned—unaware of the disaster hanging over her.
Before she reached the road, she heard the siren of a police vehicle approaching. She stopped abruptly, planning to wait for them to pass before continuing, since the road leading out of the neighborhood was narrow.
Seeing Hauwa inside the police vehicle made Zainab immediately change her mind. She turned and followed them, knowing for sure they were heading to her house—indeed, Hauwa had gone to fetch the police.
When they arrived at the gate, the police jumped down quickly and rushed inside the house without delay. Six police officers came in total, along with Hauwa, who had called them—she was unharmed.
She led them straight to the room where Zainab’s mother had killed Zainab’s father. Inside, they found Zainab’s mother unconscious. Despite her condition, they took her away. The officers wore gloves before touching Zainab’s father and took several photographs of his body before handling it.
Zainab cried and begged them not to take her mother away, but they left with her anyway, unconscious and unaware of what was happening. Hauwa was also taken along for further investigation. Later, another team of police arrived to take Zainab’s father’s body to the hospital for examination.
At the police station, Hauwa used Zainab’s father’s phone to call his wife’s relatives and inform them that Zainab’s mother had killed Zainab’s father, and that his body was at the police hospital, urging them to come immediately.
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Shock, Death, and Sudden Collapse
From Zainab to her mother, everyone was struck speechless—no one could even tell another to be quiet. They were plunged into extreme panic. Their fear reached its peak when they looked at Zainab’s father and saw that he had completely stopped moving, utterly still—a clear sign that life had left him.
A piercing scream burst from Zainab’s mother, so loud and terrifying that it startled Zainab and made her jump to her feet. After that scream, her mother made no meaningful movement again. She slowly slumped down, and within moments it was clear she had stopped breathing properly—her breath faded away, a sign that she had fainted.
Zainab jumped down from the bed in a rush. All this while, blood continued to pour from her father’s body like a burst water pipe. The most tragic part was that when he fell, he landed awkwardly on the knife that was already in him, driving it even deeper into his body. That was why the bleeding became so severe—the wound was terrible. The knife had pierced him in the middle of his abdomen; the situation was extremely grave.
Zainab rushed outside to check on Khadija. Not knowing what to do for her parents, she followed after her sister.
In short, Zainab’s mother did not regain consciousness until after a full three hours. Water was poured on her repeatedly, but she remained unresponsive. Eventually, they gave up and left everything in the hands of God.
When she finally woke up, she found herself in a room that looked like a police cell. Slowly, she scanned the ceiling with her eyes. Her eyes were badly swollen and red, as though filled with blood.
The thought of Zainab’s father suddenly struck her heart, and she tried to get up in shock and confusion. Sadly, she could not—her entire body was in pain, her limbs refusing to move.
She resigned herself and remained lying on the mat beneath her. Slowly, she lowered her gaze from the ceiling to look around and understand where she was and what state she was in. Thin tears of regret and deep sorrow began to stream down her cheeks.
Suddenly, without warning, her eyes fell on the entrance door—a barred metal door, clearly the door of a cell.
Her eyes widened in fear, her body trembling violently. Confusion filled her mind as she wondered where Khadija and Zainab’s father were. The place was empty—there was no one to ask. She tried again to get up, panic and confusion overwhelming her. Her body shook uncontrollably, her eyes filled with tears that spilled freely.
Once again, she failed to stand. Her body felt lifeless, wracked with intense pain. She began to wonder what she had done to deserve being locked in a cell. What had brought her there?
Unable to find answers, she tried a third time to rise—only then did she realize her leg was chained with a heavy iron shackle, like those used for dangerous criminals. Her eyes widened even more as she struggled to remember what had happened earlier.
Abduction, Police Intervention, and the Aftermath
Back at home, Zainab cried endlessly, locking herself in a room ever since the police took her mother away.
What had happened was this: Khadija had gone out to call for help. When she stepped outside their house, she found no one around. All the men in the neighborhood had gone to the mosque for Friday prayers—the prayer had already begun.
In panic, she headed toward the road outside the neighborhood, hoping to find someone to help. They lived close to the main road. Before she could get far, a sleek black Bugatti pulled up in front of her, its dark body gleaming.
As she tried to move aside and pass, the car door suddenly opened. Two handsome, fair-skinned men in ash-colored suits stepped out. From their appearance, they were clearly not Nigerians. Their skin was strikingly pale with a reddish tone, their hair jet black, and their eyes dark and shiny. They were very good-looking, young men—no older than twenty-five.
Yet, with a single look, one could tell they lacked compassion. Their faces were cold, hardened, and devoid of mercy. They carried themselves with arrogance, as though power belonged to them.
Lost in panic and confusion, Khadija paid them no attention. She didn’t even raise her eyes to look at them—she simply tried to pass by like a madwoman.
Before she could escape, they grabbed her and threw her into their tinted car. She screamed loudly in terror. They quickly got into the car as well, slammed the doors shut—and instantly, her screams were cut off, as though something terrible had been done to her. Who were they?
Calmly, they reversed the car and drove away from the neighborhood, disappearing onto the road.
That was why Zainab and the others noticed that Khadija was taking too long to return. After her mother fainted, Zainab ran out like a mad person to look for help and for her sister.
Running blindly in panic, she accidentally ran in front of a motorcycle carrying a woman. Before she realized what happened, she found herself on the ground. Thankfully, the bike was slow, so she wasn’t badly injured—she was only pushed aside and fell. She scraped her hand slightly on a nearby stone.
Completely distraught, she got up immediately and ran toward the main road. The motorcyclist tried to shout at her for crossing his path, but before he could even speak, she had already run off, leaving him stunned—unaware of the disaster hanging over her.
Before she reached the road, she heard the siren of a police vehicle approaching. She stopped abruptly, planning to wait for them to pass before continuing, since the road leading out of the neighborhood was narrow.
Seeing Hauwa inside the police vehicle made Zainab immediately change her mind. She turned and followed them, knowing for sure they were heading to her house—indeed, Hauwa had gone to fetch the police.
When they arrived at the gate, the police jumped down quickly and rushed inside the house without delay. Six police officers came in total, along with Hauwa, who had called them—she was unharmed.
She led them straight to the room where Zainab’s mother had killed Zainab’s father. Inside, they found Zainab’s mother unconscious. Despite her condition, they took her away. The officers wore gloves before touching Zainab’s father and took several photographs of his body before handling it.
Zainab cried and begged them not to take her mother away, but they left with her anyway, unconscious and unaware of what was happening. Hauwa was also taken along for further investigation. Later, another team of police arrived to take Zainab’s father’s body to the hospital for examination.
At the police station, Hauwa used Zainab’s father’s phone to call his wife’s relatives and inform them that Zainab’s mother had killed Zainab’s father, and that his body was at the police hospital, urging them to come immediately.