Like roosters facing each other, they stood at the roadside, locking gazes.
Sadiq closed his eyes, but once he opened them, his weakness was exposed, a weakness revealed under the painful and bitter look Tahir threw at him—an expression he had never seen on his friend before.
It would have been better to die than to accept the raw and hasty judgment Sadiq had pronounced on his own life. Tahir’s mouth grew heavy; he could not speak. Sadiq himself had no words to defend his action at that moment.
Even his workmates, Anas and Mudansir, who came to shake his hand and congratulate him, were shocked. They were not strangers but sons of Kaduna city. They greeted him warmly, even though his marriage surprised them all at once. Unlike other weddings they had attended, this one felt different.
But just as Sadiq had given them a stiff look, Tahir also glanced at them and ignored them, not even stretching his hand for a handshake. He leaned back against Baba Tanko’s wall, folding his arms across his chest, watching Sadiq and the small group of people still lingering, offering him prayers of blessings—among them Isuhu, who also found the sudden marriage astonishing.
Even though Adda had not told him about any marriage plan, she was certain Sadiq had intended to bring Hasiya to her. But seeing what had happened, he knew everything had changed. Without waiting for Habiba, he mounted his bike and left for Samaru, abandoning Sadiq at Baba Tanko’s doorstep.
The event had already taken place, so Sadiq felt his words had failed him completely. Tahir’s legs also weakened, unable to carry him, knowing he would never support Sadiq in this foolishness.
Just then, Adda Fati and Habiba appeared from afar, watching Sadiq, who stood silently with both hands in his pockets, his head bowed. His state of mind could not be easily understood. Even she was still in shock since Baba Tanko’s children brought the news of Hasiya’s wedding. She could not believe it until Baba Tanko himself confirmed it.
When Adda Fati asked in surprise, “To whom was Hasiya married, Baba?”
He replied bluntly, “To the one your mother sent you with, of course.”
From that, Adda Fati understood the heart of the matter. The story had just begun, but now it was clear she bore the responsibility of enlightening everyone else.
The Strain of Acceptance
As she approached, wanting to speak, her mouth grew heavy. She only lowered her head and whispered, “Shall we go?” She walked ahead, followed by Sadiq and Habiba. Habiba glanced back at him but said nothing, and he too could not smile at her as usual.
Tahir, however, did not follow. Sadiq turned back and called, “Tahir.”
Tahir looked at him directly, without rising or responding.
Sadiq had expected this resistance. But he preferred it after everything was done, rather than before, because if Tahir had opposed it earlier, it would have been disastrous. He knew Tahir would never let him enjoy the reward of this “help” he had given.
Eventually, Sadiq went to him, took his hand, and pulled him along. They walked together until Adda Fati hailed a ride, and they all went to Samaru, arriving at Hasiya’s home.
This time, Sadiq paid the fare. On arrival, they found people loading Hasiya’s belongings into Isuhu’s open truck. Sadiq was silent, but Tahir almost burst out laughing, thinking the items were wedding goods. He teased:
“Are these for Gusau or Shinkafi?”
Sadiq looked at him in shock while Tahir pointed at the truck, still chuckling.
“I don’t even understand what we’re doing back here, standing like this,” Tahir added, shaking his head.
Sadiq said nothing, his lips sealed. Tahir muttered mockingly, while Sadiq ignored him. Meanwhile, Adda Fati entered the house, where the women were already gossiping: “So it’s true, Hasiya is married?” She only nodded, perhaps insincerely, while they wished her blessings.
She went to the inner room where the family was gathered. None of them could rise, stunned by the news. Only Inna Talatu moved about, helping with the luggage. When she saw Adda Fati, she asked:
“Fati, what happened?”
“They’re outside,” Adda Fati replied.
Quickly, Amma ordered:
“Ramatu, you and Hasiya go into Maman Boy’s room. I’ll call you later.”
Hearing this, I stood abruptly, lifting Hanifa, for I could not bear to look at Sadiq at that moment. Together with Ramatu, I entered Maman Boy’s room, where silence consumed us. She only smiled faintly, unable to speak, while I was lost in heavy thoughts.
Later, Adda Fati came to call us. Wearing my hijab, I borrowed Maman Boy’s wrapper to carry Hanifa, while Ramatu walked beside me, fighting back laughter. Entering the sitting room, I sat quietly, head bowed, like an orphan.
Amma’s Confession and Plea
Inside, we found Adda Rukayya, Hamma Isuhu, Habiba, and Inna Talatu already seated. Even Sadiq was there, seated near Amma.
Amma cleared her throat and began:
“Hasiya, yesterday you asked what I discussed with Abubakar. I want everyone here to be witnesses. The truth is, I called him myself. I explained our situation to him and offered you to him in marriage—without his consent, without even telling you.”
Everyone looked at her, except me. I already knew this was no tale but her doing. I held my silence, waiting.
She continued:
“The weakness of a mother pushed me to this. Hasiya is my daughter. I know her more than anyone. She has suffered things she did not choose. I only want peace and a good life for her. When I saw Abubakar’s calmness and wisdom, I was convinced he could give her that. Out of motherly love, I proposed this marriage.”
Her voice cracked with tears. Sadiq looked at her, recalling her plea the previous day, when she knelt before him, weeping, hands clasped:
“Please, marry Hasiya. Cover my shame. Protect her.”
Startled, he asked, “Marriage? But you don’t know me. You know nothing about my life.”
Through tears, she replied, “I don’t know you, Abubakar, but wallahi, the moment I saw you, I felt in my heart you will never harm Hasiya.”
Sadiq was troubled. He thought deeply, then said:
“I have no one. I have nothing. I am a poor student. How can I give her the life she deserves?”
But Amma comforted him:
“Feed her with what you eat, clothe her with what you wear, and shelter her where you live. I do not wish wealth or riches for her—only peace and lasting comfort.”
These words broke his resistance. Out of respect for her motherly plea, he agreed.
Amma then explained to the room:
“I did not want to take Hasiya back to our village. Here, she feels at home. I asked Abubakar to marry her. I even set her dowry at thirty thousand naira, which we forgave entirely.
You are all my witnesses—Isuhu, Inna Talatu, Ramatu, Fati, Rukayya. I leave Hasiya in your hands and in Allah’s care. Please protect her. Her life has not been as blessed as yours. Do this for me.”
Tears filled the room. Everyone knew a heavy decision had been made—one that would forever bind Sadiq to Hasiya, not through love, but through sacrifice and the desperate will of a mother.
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The Silent Clash Between Friends
Like roosters facing each other, they stood at the roadside, locking gazes.
Sadiq closed his eyes, but once he opened them, his weakness was exposed, a weakness revealed under the painful and bitter look Tahir threw at him—an expression he had never seen on his friend before.
It would have been better to die than to accept the raw and hasty judgment Sadiq had pronounced on his own life. Tahir’s mouth grew heavy; he could not speak. Sadiq himself had no words to defend his action at that moment.
Even his workmates, Anas and Mudansir, who came to shake his hand and congratulate him, were shocked. They were not strangers but sons of Kaduna city. They greeted him warmly, even though his marriage surprised them all at once. Unlike other weddings they had attended, this one felt different.
But just as Sadiq had given them a stiff look, Tahir also glanced at them and ignored them, not even stretching his hand for a handshake. He leaned back against Baba Tanko’s wall, folding his arms across his chest, watching Sadiq and the small group of people still lingering, offering him prayers of blessings—among them Isuhu, who also found the sudden marriage astonishing.
Even though Adda had not told him about any marriage plan, she was certain Sadiq had intended to bring Hasiya to her. But seeing what had happened, he knew everything had changed. Without waiting for Habiba, he mounted his bike and left for Samaru, abandoning Sadiq at Baba Tanko’s doorstep.
The event had already taken place, so Sadiq felt his words had failed him completely. Tahir’s legs also weakened, unable to carry him, knowing he would never support Sadiq in this foolishness.
Just then, Adda Fati and Habiba appeared from afar, watching Sadiq, who stood silently with both hands in his pockets, his head bowed. His state of mind could not be easily understood. Even she was still in shock since Baba Tanko’s children brought the news of Hasiya’s wedding. She could not believe it until Baba Tanko himself confirmed it.
When Adda Fati asked in surprise, “To whom was Hasiya married, Baba?”
He replied bluntly, “To the one your mother sent you with, of course.”
From that, Adda Fati understood the heart of the matter. The story had just begun, but now it was clear she bore the responsibility of enlightening everyone else.
The Strain of Acceptance
As she approached, wanting to speak, her mouth grew heavy. She only lowered her head and whispered, “Shall we go?” She walked ahead, followed by Sadiq and Habiba. Habiba glanced back at him but said nothing, and he too could not smile at her as usual.
Tahir, however, did not follow. Sadiq turned back and called, “Tahir.”
Tahir looked at him directly, without rising or responding.
Sadiq had expected this resistance. But he preferred it after everything was done, rather than before, because if Tahir had opposed it earlier, it would have been disastrous. He knew Tahir would never let him enjoy the reward of this “help” he had given.
Eventually, Sadiq went to him, took his hand, and pulled him along. They walked together until Adda Fati hailed a ride, and they all went to Samaru, arriving at Hasiya’s home.
This time, Sadiq paid the fare. On arrival, they found people loading Hasiya’s belongings into Isuhu’s open truck. Sadiq was silent, but Tahir almost burst out laughing, thinking the items were wedding goods. He teased:
“Are these for Gusau or Shinkafi?”
Sadiq looked at him in shock while Tahir pointed at the truck, still chuckling.
“I don’t even understand what we’re doing back here, standing like this,” Tahir added, shaking his head.
Sadiq said nothing, his lips sealed. Tahir muttered mockingly, while Sadiq ignored him. Meanwhile, Adda Fati entered the house, where the women were already gossiping: “So it’s true, Hasiya is married?” She only nodded, perhaps insincerely, while they wished her blessings.
She went to the inner room where the family was gathered. None of them could rise, stunned by the news. Only Inna Talatu moved about, helping with the luggage. When she saw Adda Fati, she asked:
“Fati, what happened?”
“They’re outside,” Adda Fati replied.
Quickly, Amma ordered:
“Ramatu, you and Hasiya go into Maman Boy’s room. I’ll call you later.”
Hearing this, I stood abruptly, lifting Hanifa, for I could not bear to look at Sadiq at that moment. Together with Ramatu, I entered Maman Boy’s room, where silence consumed us. She only smiled faintly, unable to speak, while I was lost in heavy thoughts.
Later, Adda Fati came to call us. Wearing my hijab, I borrowed Maman Boy’s wrapper to carry Hanifa, while Ramatu walked beside me, fighting back laughter. Entering the sitting room, I sat quietly, head bowed, like an orphan.
Amma’s Confession and Plea
Inside, we found Adda Rukayya, Hamma Isuhu, Habiba, and Inna Talatu already seated. Even Sadiq was there, seated near Amma.
Amma cleared her throat and began:
“Hasiya, yesterday you asked what I discussed with Abubakar. I want everyone here to be witnesses. The truth is, I called him myself. I explained our situation to him and offered you to him in marriage—without his consent, without even telling you.”
Everyone looked at her, except me. I already knew this was no tale but her doing. I held my silence, waiting.
She continued:
“The weakness of a mother pushed me to this. Hasiya is my daughter. I know her more than anyone. She has suffered things she did not choose. I only want peace and a good life for her. When I saw Abubakar’s calmness and wisdom, I was convinced he could give her that. Out of motherly love, I proposed this marriage.”
Her voice cracked with tears. Sadiq looked at her, recalling her plea the previous day, when she knelt before him, weeping, hands clasped:
“Please, marry Hasiya. Cover my shame. Protect her.”
Startled, he asked, “Marriage? But you don’t know me. You know nothing about my life.”
Through tears, she replied, “I don’t know you, Abubakar, but wallahi, the moment I saw you, I felt in my heart you will never harm Hasiya.”
Sadiq was troubled. He thought deeply, then said:
“I have no one. I have nothing. I am a poor student. How can I give her the life she deserves?”
But Amma comforted him:
“Feed her with what you eat, clothe her with what you wear, and shelter her where you live. I do not wish wealth or riches for her—only peace and lasting comfort.”
These words broke his resistance. Out of respect for her motherly plea, he agreed.
Amma then explained to the room:
“I did not want to take Hasiya back to our village. Here, she feels at home. I asked Abubakar to marry her. I even set her dowry at thirty thousand naira, which we forgave entirely.
You are all my witnesses—Isuhu, Inna Talatu, Ramatu, Fati, Rukayya. I leave Hasiya in your hands and in Allah’s care. Please protect her. Her life has not been as blessed as yours. Do this for me.”
Tears filled the room. Everyone knew a heavy decision had been made—one that would forever bind Sadiq to Hasiya, not through love, but through sacrifice and the desperate will of a mother.