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1. English Translation
"Well, you can go around wandering aimlessly, can't you? Doesn't wandering about bring more shame than asking for something?"
Despite the agony she was in, it didn't stop her from saying, "I swear, the wandering I do is better for me than begging anyone for anything, no matter who they are. Let go of my ear, Malam, don't damage my ear for me!"
Imran let go of her ear, stood up, and pulled the belt out of his trousers. He hadn't intended to beat her, but seeing that there was no end to her insolence, he locked the door with the intention of giving her a severe beating. However, Amira burst into tears and began to plead.
"For the sake of God, please have patience, don't beat me, I won't do it again. I swear, right now I even feel like you broke me with all the beatings you gave me with that foot of yours. For the sake of the Messenger of Allah, Sallallahu alaihi Wasallama, please have patience. I swear I have stopped, I won't do it again."
Her voice was barely coming out because of her crying, and her face was beet red.
Imran said, "You are lying, you won't stop. I can see that you are very stubborn."
"I swear I am not stubborn, my head is soft. I won't do it again, I'm telling you I won't do it again, I swear to God I have stopped."
"Shut your mouth, or I'll make you do frog jumps right here in the middle of the courtyard right now."
Amira pressed her lips tightly together, tears continuing to stream down.
"If anyone calls Abba again and says you've done something, what should I do to you?"
"I swear, even if you come back, whatever I did, I brought it upon myself. I won't do it again from today onwards, insha Allah."
He put his hand in his pocket, pulled out some money, and threw it at her, saying, "As for money, here it is. When it finishes, make a phone call and ask for more. If I hear again that you've done something similar, I swear when I come back you'll see what I'll do to you. I will take you to Enugu for military service, take you to the barracks for them to torture you since you have no sense, you foolish, silly girl."
Amira lowered her head, her body aching all over. Having finished, he opened the door and walked out.
As he went out, Amira glared at his back, her body throbbing with pain from how he had roughed her up, alongside the head smacks and ear twisting.
Imran went and spoke with Baffa, then came back to the door of the room and found her still sitting there crying. He said, "I am going for now. From time to time I'll be coming around, and I've given my phone number. If you do something, call and tell me. I swear if you let them call me and say you've done something wrong, you'll see how I'll deal with you."
Amira didn't say anything to him. After finishing his rant, he turned around, exchanged greetings with the people of the house, and said that she should not be allowed to go outside under any circumstances. If she was denied something or argued, they should call him. They assured him it would be done just as he said, and from there he left.
Amira threw the money he gave her away in utter rage, her heart burning from the insulting things he had said to her and the suffering she had endured. With great effort, she dragged her body, picked up her phone, and called Sultan.
On the second ring, he picked up and said, "May God protect the Princess."
"Tell that man, I am coming to Abuja, I am going to that wedding!!!"
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Sultan said loudly, "Wow, that's my Queen! Truly you've really impressed me, Amira. I will tell him; I know he will be very happy to hear this."
Amira wiped away her tears and said, "Just tell him. Look, even if he doesn't pay for the flight ticket, I will pay for it myself. I am going, just meet me there."
"No, what's the rush? We are going together, of course! But I hear your voice sounds a bit weird, like you've been crying. Is everything alright?"
She gave a short hiss and said, "Just forget about it, I only told you. This trip is happening with me, insha Allah."
As soon as she finished speaking, she cut the call. She touched her ear, which was still throbbing, and felt the pain all over her body. Scoffing, she said, "I swear, ever since they did this to me, they've poked a sleeping monster. I am going to upset everyone's peace, and I will make sure to prove to that fool that he isn't all-powerful. Am I the one to be humiliated with beatings and evil words? You are messing with the wrong person."
She spoke while wiping the tears running down her face. Amina walked into the room and looked at how Amira was sitting slouching on the floor crying, with the money thrown away and her face beet red.
Amina burst into laughter and said, "Today God has looked upon us and answered our prayers for justice! God has brought us your remedy. I only wish he had beaten you to a pulp so everyone could have some peace."
Sadiya followed behind Amina, saying, "You can say that again! Good riddance that we got a remedy for this nonsense. Turns out all her pride was fake, look at her shouting and pleading. Utterly shameless!"
Amira remained silent and continued crying. She felt completely disgusted with everything. He had disgraced her in front of people, without investigating anything he had wronged her and left. Immediately, a wave of resentment and hatred towards Imran completely overwhelmed her.
They spent the whole day keeping quiet because of the massive noise she had suffered through. By evening, a fever gripped her due to the crying, the physical pain, and a headache. She crawled under a blanket, shivering from cold. Despite all that, she kept plotting what she would do to get back at what was done to her. Going to Abuja—she would only miss it if she died; as long as she was alive, she was going.
As for Imran, he had already entered Kaduna State, thinking about Amira and her behavior. The whole situation baffled him—the girl had become completely brazen, to the point where she looked him straight in the eye and told him she was prostituting her body to get money.
He slammed his steering wheel hard and said, "What kind of life is this? A girl who is supposed to be in school is going around ruining her image without shame or fear—a young girl like this—showing insolence and lack of respect." Instantly, a deep sense of hatred and disgust towards her seized him.
He arrived home wrapped in various thoughts. Only after performing Maghrib prayer did he step into the house.
In the living room, he found Ammi and took a seat. Ammi asked, "Imran, how was the trip? I tried calling you and it didn't go through, my anxiety was starting to rise."
"Alhamdilillah, I guess it was a lack of network. I got back a little while ago and stopped to pray, then..." Before he finished, his phone started ringing. He pulled out the phone, saw "Abba" on the screen, composed himself, and answered.
"Salamu Alaikum Abba, good evening."
Abba said, "Yarwa Imran, did you return?"
"Yes Abba, I am back. I just entered the house now."
"Alhamdilillah. How did you leave them, what is the situation?"
Imran said, "Well Abba, the news is not pleasant. That girl has completely gotten out of hand, I can almost say she is beyond their control. Out of her own mouth, she admitted to me that she goes about wandering, saying she wants money and nobody gives it to her. Did you see the kind of outfit she returned home wearing? The whole thing is just a matter of prayer."
Abba said, "Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un! How on earth did they let this girl get so spoiled like this? And I thought she wasn't like that before?"
"Well Abba, her behavior is just a matter of prayer, but she has become terribly insolent. I gave her money before I left and told her that if she needs more, she should call you so it can be sent. But there is a need for you to go personally, or enroll her in a school, because I'm not even sure if she finished secondary school. And if there is anything else that needs to be done, it should be looked into."
Abba let out a sigh laden with worry and said, "Alright Imran, when I return we will finish discussing it. I am not happy with this news, but thank you very much. I will know what to do, insha Allah."
"Alright Abba, may God bring you back safely."
"Ameen Son."
He cut the call. Ammi immediately twisted her face and said, "Whatever is going to upset his peace... didn't he ruin that girl himself? It's her father's family's fault, not anyone else's; they are the ones responsible for raising her, not him. And I swear, if you dare let him bring this girl into this house, you will regret it. My daughter, whose morals I've spent years building, will not be corrupted!"
"Ammi, I didn't say he should bring her to this house. But Abba needs to do something about this girl."
"Oh, please shut your mouth! Tomorrow, if God spares our lives, go to Hana Boutique. I’ve spoken with the owner, go and pick up some clothes to be included in your marriage trousseau (lefe)."
"Alright Ammi, thank you very much, may God increase your wealth."
He stood up feeling dejected and went to the mosque to observe the Isha'i prayer.
When he returned, he found his food had been brought to his room. He sat down, ate, took his phone, and called Ihsan.
"Hello my lover."
"Yes, my beloved, are you doing well?"
"Alhamdilillah. How was the trip?"
"I am angry with you because you didn't call me."
Ihsan softened her voice and said, "Oh come on, My Own, we spoke when you went to Kano. Afterwards, when I called, it didn't go through. I called Meenal and she said you hadn't returned. A little while ago, I heard Mummy talking on the phone with Ammi saying you were back, and it was prayer time, so I didn't call you because I figured you were probably praying."
Imran smiled and said, "Alright then, my love, did you spend the day well?"
"Very well, except that missing you has been stressing me, My Own."
"I missed you too, my own. I wanted to drop by and see you, but I'm very tired and I'm stressed."
Ihsan let out a sigh and said, "I sensed stress in your voice, but I didn't push because perhaps the matter is none of my business. I don't want to poke my nose where it doesn't belong."
Imran said, "That's true Ihsan, but the matter has bothered me so much that I cannot hide it from you."
"What is this thing bothering the champion of men, to the point where it's threatening to rob him of his peace?"
"Ihsan, it's about that relative of mine that Abba sent me to see. Ihsan, what I met there deeply shook me."
Ihsan said, "Subhanallah, did something happen to her?"
"No, her health is fine, but she has chosen a path that will ruin her life—or rather, has already ruined her life completely."
Ihsan said, "I still don't understand you, My [Love]."
"That girl has taken a bad path. She goes around with men for money, and she has no shame or hesitation in stating what she does. The sad thing is she's just a young girl who should only be in school."
"Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un! But how did she get spoiled, where are her parents?"
"Her parents passed away, she is under the care of her father's relatives."
Ihsan said, "So sad. But prayers should be made for her. May Almighty God guide her and make her stop. Since you saw her doing this, perhaps ever since she started, proper measures weren't taken."
"That's true, I thought of that too, but the issue bothers me."
Ihsan said, "Stop worrying, your prayers are more powerful than your worries. I don't like anything stressing you, you might lose weight before our wedding time."
Imran smiled and said, "Are you looking forward to that time, My Ihsan?"
"Of course!"
"Really? Truly I don't believe it, I'm worrying more than you are. I feel like pulling that time closer."
"Hmmm, typical My Own! Go lie down and rest, I know you're very tired."
"If I lie down, I won't be able to sleep right now."
"Why?"
"I'll be thinking of you, and dreaming that we are already married."
She smiled and said, "Go lie down, let me recite your bedtime prayers for you."
Without hesitation, he lay down, closed his eyes, and said, "I have laid down, my wife."
In her sweet voice, she began reciting bedtime prayers for Imran. Imran stayed quiet, listening to her as a deep sense of calm washed over him, and sleep eventually carried him away.
Meanwhile, Amira spent the night with that fever. With great difficulty, she performed the Subhi (dawn) prayer and went back to bed. She was feeling extremely hungry—her last meal was yesterday afternoon—combined with ulcer pain, beatings, and emotional distress. Everything piled up on her; her stomach clenched and ached intensely. She tossed and turned in their room, but no one cared about her. In fact, the household was happy that things had gone quiet because "Amira had been disciplined."
Later, she rushed out into the courtyard and started vomiting profusely. There was nothing in her stomach, so she kept dry-heaving with nothing coming out except saliva. Her eyes were beet red, and she held her stomach due to how violently it was churning.
Yadikko started clapping her hands, exclaiming, "La'ilaha illalahu, Muhammadu Rasulullah Sallallahu alaihi Wasallama! People of the house, come out, come out! What am I seeing like this? I’ve been seeing signs about this girl ever since I got back! It has happened, it has come to pass, the one who bought a single wrapper has been caught, she has conceived something!"
Right then, people started trooping out, surrounding Amira as she finished vomiting with nothing in her stomach. She finished and sat down in one spot to catch her breath.
Sadiya said, "That's it, public shame has been confirmed in this house! An illegitimate pregnancy is here, next will be diseases!"
Umma said, "Tch! The honor of this house has been stripped bare. Now we will be mocked everywhere in the world. What kind of calamity is this?"
Amira got up, fetched water to rinse her mouth, and went back to the room to lie down, acting as if the gossips weren't talking about her.
Then they spun a brand new narrative about Amira—some suggested calling Imran on the phone, while others said they should wait and confirm first.
By Maghrib, Amira hadn't put anything in her stomach, so she couldn't even stand up. She tossed and turned, crying, "Oh my God, my stomach! I'm going to die!"
Baba said, "I think this girl is going to have a miscarriage. She knows she is pregnant, so she drank something to cause it to abort."
Yadikko said, "Or maybe the beating she took yesterday is what's causing the pregnancy to miscarry. There's no way it wouldn't happen."
Usman greeted them, and they all responded. Dropping the bag he was holding, he looked at them standing around in circles and asked, "What's wrong? What's happening?"
Yadikko said, "What's happening? You know it can't be anything other than the problem of this girl, Amira. She has brought a pregnancy home!"
Dropping the polythene bag from his hand, he said, "A pregnancy, like how?"
"Just like it's been told to you. Didn't you hear?" said Umma.
"But how did you know it's a pregnancy?"
Yadikko said, "Oh, please tell me! Since morning she's been vomiting. What is it if not pregnancy? She conceived a pregnancy, drank something to abort it, and now it's refusing to come out and she's suffering!"
Usman rushed to Amira's room, lifted the curtain, and found her lying down, tossing and turning, crying, "Oh my God, my stomach!"
He entered the room, knelt down, and said, "Amira, what is it? What happened to you?"
She pointed to her stomach, but was unable to speak, only rolling her head from side to side.
Usman said, "She needs to be taken to the hospital. Whatever it is, we'll find out there."
Sadiya said, "Whose father is going to take her to the hospital?! Let her die, who cares? Since she wasn't ashamed to bring home shame, she should suffer through it alone."
Usman said, "Baba, you know the people of this house. Despite Amira's bad behavior, if she isn't taken to the hospital and she dies like this, another malicious rumor or frame-up will be pinned on you. It's better to take her to the hospital. And despite all of Amira's bad manners and how she infuriates people, I cannot forget how she looked after me when I broke my arm. This girl has compassion, and after all, she is related to us."
Baba let out a sigh and said, "Alright, take her—not for her own good behavior's sake."
Usman hailed a tricycle (Napep), she was put inside, and taken to the hospital.
Upon arrival, she was admitted and the doctor was told what was ailing her. He prescribed some medications, and tests revealed that she was suffering from typhoid, malaria, and ulcers.
Yadikko said, "Doctor, this girl is actually pregnant. She went and drank something to abort it, that's why she's suffering like this."
The doctor asked, "Is she not a married woman?"
"She is not married, she's an unmarried maiden," replied Yadikko.
The doctor said, "Well, a pregnancy test was actually run on her. She doesn't have anything of the sort, and she stated she finished her menstruation the day before yesterday. Even so, we ran a test on her and she is not pregnant."
Yadikko insisted, "No, you people are just covering up for each other. There is no way it's not a pregnancy."
Usman said, "Well, God has saved our dignity, Yadikko! Or do you want it to be declared a pregnancy so our secret gets exposed in town?"
Amira felt like screaming listening to how Yadikko insisted that it must be proven she was pregnant. They administered IV fluids and injections to Amira, and after feeling better, she was discharged.
Once she returned home, no one heard a peep from her again. She stopped involving herself in anyone's business and lived entirely by herself. They assumed she had finally quieted down because of Imran's threat.
However, she still refused to let anyone order her around to do chores or look down on her.
After three days, she recovered, though she still lacked physical strength. While sitting in their room with Amina eating breakfast, Yadikko walked in holding a phone, looked at Amira, and said, "Take this, Imrana wants to talk to you."
Amira gave Yadikko a fierce glare and averted her eyes.
"Won't you take it when I'm talking to you?"
Amira puckered her lips in defiance, then took the phone.
"So you weren't going to take the phone? You're being spoken to and you act deaf."
She remained silent again and said nothing.
"Are you not hearing me?"
"I am hearing you," Amira said curtly.
"So you aren't going to reply properly?"
Amira said, "I am sick, and you people are harassing me."
"Oh, I was told about your sickness. You are pregnant, and you take abortion pills, are you really ok?" he finished angrily.
Amira looked at Yadikko; she knew Yadikko was the one who told him. A heavy lump of grief choked her chest.
Imran yelled furiously, "Can't you hear me? Whose father got you pregnant until you went and tried to abort it?"
Amira stayed silent and said nothing.
"Am I not talking to you? Definitely, I am coming to Kano this week, insha Allah. I'll take you to a correctional school in Enugu where they'll discipline you until you learn some manners! And tell me, who got you pregnant?"
"Please, for God's sake, stop shouting at me! If you like, take me to the ends of the earth, to a school of demons instead of delinquents. What is your business with my ruin? What is it to you? What is my connection to you? The only reason I was cutting you some slack is not because I fear you. If you like, grow wings and come right now!"
She finished speaking with tears streaming down her eyes, and hurled Yadikko's phone right into the middle of the courtyard. The phone shattered to pieces on the spot. She stood up, looked at Yadikko, and said, "What you are doing to me is enough! It is enough, I am tired! I tried my best to obey you to the best of my ability, but your goal is always to see me disgraced. You are always scheming to make sure I face public shame. Yadikko, you are competing with me as if I'm your co-wife, not your grandchild! What did I do to you? What did I do to you in life that you wish catastrophe upon me? Insha Allah, the evil prayers you are wishing on me, you will see them happen to Amina's children instead of me!"
"You, Amira! Is that how you are speaking to Yadikko?" said Zailani.
"I said it! Right in front of her, the doctor stated what was ailing me, but she insisted it was a pregnancy and even called my maternal uncle to tell them. Well, I had a pregnancy?! Whatever I do in life is with the blessing of your hand and your lineage! And I swear, stubbornness—I am just starting it now. Let's see who wins, me or you!"
Amira turned around, grabbed her bag and phone, and walked out to leave. Zailani rushed after her trying to stop her from going, but she warned him that if he touched her, she would harm him. She forged ahead and walked out, continuing to shed tears.
Finding the town too hot to handle and having nowhere else to go, she headed to older Sister Fa'iza's place. Upon arrival, she found Bashir washing his motorcycle. As soon as he saw her, he started smiling and saying, "Anty Amira, welcome."
However, seeing that her eyes were shedding tears ruined his mood. She walked straight into Fa'iza's living room, sat down, and resumed crying.
Fa'iza asked, "Anty Amira, what happened to you? What's going on?"
Bashir asked, "Amira, is everything okay?"
She couldn't speak and just kept crying. Finally, she looked up and said, "Fa'iza, Yadikko... if Yadikko doesn't watch it, I swear I'm going to break that woman's bones, I swear!"
Bashir said, "Subhanallah, what did she do to you?"
"Yaya Bashir, I am tired, am tired! I don't know what this woman wants from me. She called my mother's brother and told them I'm running around immorally. He sent his son who insulted me the day before yesterday and even beat me up. I fell sick and we went to the hospital; right in front of her, the doctor said malaria and ulcers were troubling me. But she still called them back and claimed I was pregnant and had an abortion and was suffering! Why is she doing this to me? What did I do to her just because she's jealous of her own grandchild, so she heaps pure hatred on me? She doesn't want anything good to come near me except for her and her lineage. I swear I'm going to wander the earth and leave her house!"
Bashir said, "Subhanallah, stop saying that! That's why I told you to come back and stay at this house, just leave that place so they stop upsetting your peace. God will provide a way out."
Amira said, "I am not coming to live at your house, because God did not place my upkeep on you. The ones God placed it on have refused to do it, so that's that."
Fa'iza said, "Amira, it's precisely these kinds of behaviors that I fear for you, which is why I always scold you to stop what you're doing. Inevitably, whether you did something or not, people will assume you did because of your character and habits."
Amira remained silent, her heart continuing to boil with anger and pain over what was being done to her. As for Bashir, he kept consoling her and urging her to have patience.
A message came into Amira's phone. She picked it up and checked it. Sultan had sent her a text: "I've been calling your phone, but you didn't pick up. Everything is ready, the day after tomorrow, God sparing our lives, we are leaving."
She turned off the phone and put it back in her trouser pocket without saying a word. Bashir said, "Ummu Khairat, dish her something to eat, I heard her say she's sick."
Fa'iza dished food and gave it to her.
Meanwhile, Imran's shock over Amira's affair had worn off, but the harsh words she hurled at him left him completely baffled. His anxiety spiked hearing that she had even attempted to abort a pregnancy. He kept dialing Yadikko's number, but it wouldn't go through because ever since Amira smashed the phone, everything about the phone was completely wrecked.
2. Summary
In this excerpt from Wuta a Masaƙa, Amira faces intense abuse and false accusations from her family, spearheaded by her grandmother Yadikko. After being beaten and insulted by her cousin Imran—who accuses her of immorality based on Yadikko's malicious claims—Amira falls severely ill. When taken to the hospital by her more sympathetic brother Usman, doctors confirm she is suffering from malaria, typhoid, and ulcers, and explicitly state she is not pregnant. Despite this medical truth, Yadikko stubbornly persists in spreading the slander that Amira attempted an abortion.
When Imran calls back to berate her further based on Yadikko's lies, Amira finally snaps, openly rebels, curses Yadikko for her deep-seated malice and jealousy, and shatters the phone. She flees to her sister Fa'iza's house. Rejecting her family's toxic environment entirely, Amira secretly finalizes plans with Sultan to travel to Abuja, determined to escape her oppressors no matter the cost, while Imran remains oblivious and unsettled by her defiance.
3. Description
- Setting: Northern Nigeria (Kano and Kaduna), moving between traditional family household settings, a local hospital, and a sister's home.
- Tone: Highly dramatic, tense, emotional, oppressive, and defiant.
- Core Conflict: Generational hostility, patriarchal oppression, false accusations of immorality, character assassination, and an abused young woman's fierce rebellion against her toxic family guardians.
4. Analytics
- Character Dynamics:
- Amira: Resilient, deeply aggrieved, hot-tempered when pushed, and pushed to her absolute breaking point. She chooses defiance and flight over passive submission.
- Yadikko: Manipulative, malicious, and bitterly prejudiced against Amira, actively manufacturing and doubling down on false scandals (like fake pregnancies) to ruin Amira's reputation.
- Imran: Rigid, judgmental, easily swayed by gossip, and quick to resort to physical intimidation and verbal abuse under the guise of "disciplining" family.
- Usman & Bashir: Act as occasional voices of reason or sympathy, though limited in their ability to shield Amira from the toxic matriarchy.
- Themes:
- The Vulnerability of Orphans: How extended family dynamics can become predatory or neglectful when parental protection is absent.
- Reputation and Gossip: The destructive power of unverified rumors and character assassination in a tight-knit traditional society.
- Female Defiance: Breaking free from oppressive domestic environments.
