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Realizing that there is diversity in the world created by Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala, encompassing different genders, alongside the world of humans, and those unseen except by those who believe and have absolute faith in their existence within our world, as well as other animal creations. Allah—the Master, unequaled in His mastery of creation—created human beings and showed that there is no superiority among them except for one's level of God-consciousness and adherence to His prescribed worship. Indeed, this is how it is with Allah.

However, when humanity chose otherwise, they established their own worldly standards, measuring human differences based on wealth, social status, or physical beauty. They viewed those who possessed these worldly luxuries as living the ultimate life—those for whom the world rolled out the red carpet and who drank from its sweetest cups.

Such was the case with a handsome, wealthy, and highly educated young man whom Allah had blessed. He was full of pride in himself and the lifestyle he found himself in, oblivious to any hardships or trials with which Allah tests His believing servants to measure the strength of their faith.

Indeed, life was treating him favorably, allowing him to coast smoothly through the positive paths of life’s script without ever stumbling upon its dark chapters! Meanwhile, those whom life treated harshly were left struggling to survive and worrying about their future.

He was dressed in a pristine sky-blue shadda attire that caught the eye and gleamed, radiating a sweet fragrance that soothed the heart of anyone who breathed it in. He drove with arrogance and flair, handling the steering wheel with sleepy, heavy-lidded eyes. Beside him sat his close friend, A.K., occupying the passenger seat with his phone in hand, tapping away. Occasionally they exchanged words, though their conversations lasted only seconds, and silence dominated most of the ride. Each of them was full of pride, brought together by their good looks, wealth, sophistication, and sheer brilliance.

Suddenly, the car made a harsh screeching sound as the driver slammed on the brakes in panic after an old man stepped right into his path and was hit by the car. He stared at the spot with annoyance, frustrated by how the old man was wasting his time.

Quickly, he pushed open his door to step out, muttering, "This foolish man is going to waste my time. Does he think I have nothing to do?"

He stepped out without heeding A.K., who was warning him. A.K. quickly stepped out too, knowing his friend's temper, but before he could reach him, A.M. had already slapped the old man twice. "Are you out of your mind? You want to waste my time with this useless piece of metal of yours? You idiot!"

The old man staggered and fell, splitting his lip. A.K. rushed over to help him up, and the old man burst into tears, for only he knew the agony he was enduring. "Haba A.M.! How could you slap someone old enough to be your father? Your wickedness has no limits! Look at the condition he's in, yet you have no sympathy for him."

A.M. shot him a withering glare as if he wouldn't say anything, started walking back toward his car, and then turned back to say, "Didn't you see what he did to me? I started driving this car just yesterday, and he scratched it. I bet no one in his entire lineage could even afford to buy a single tire for this car."

A.K. remained silent, looking at him with utter disgust at his lack of respect for the poor and his raw hatred and disdain. Yet, he figured he should exercise patience because he knew who A.M. was and who his family was. "By the will of Allah, you will find someone of your match," A.K. muttered fearfully, knowing A.M. was the son of Alhaji Muhammad Turaki—who didn't know that wealthy, educated, and elite family? Fortunately, A.M. didn't hear him as he had already turned and headed toward his car, hissing in irritation.

A.K. pulled out a wad of cash and handed it to the old man, saying, "Here, Baba, please bear it. Go to the hospital and get yourself checked," seeing that his hand was all scraped up. The old man eagerly took the money, expressing profound gratitude. The money meant a lot to him; he had actually stepped out to sell his bicycle, and now he had received this unexpected cash.

The old man showered him with blessings, weeping as if he might prostrate in gratitude. He turned toward the road as A.M. was starting his car engine, deciding right then to distance himself from their friendship to find peace of mind, weary of the continuous humiliation A.M. inflicted upon the poor right in front of him.

A.M. turned off the car engine and stepped out, telling him to get in, but A.K. refused to even look at him, turning his face away toward the street with an expression as grim as if the Angel of Death had been sent for him. "Well," A.M. said, shrugging his shoulders and turning back, "Fine then, since you won't come along, I'm leaving. See you at the office—bring me the file we discussed, and make sure you're ready for our trip tomorrow."

He started the car and drove off while A.K. watched until the vehicle vanished from sight. A.K. took a deep, hot sigh, exhaled, held his chin, and waited for a commercial motorcycle (Achaba). Then, changing his mind, he started walking slowly while waiting for a tricycle (Keke Napep).

He walked a short distance, his mind in complete turmoil, burning with anger at how A.M. openly flaunted his hatred for the poor without any remorse. He knew he could never change his friend because hatred for the poor was deeply ingrained in his family—none of them wanted anything to do with the poor. As for A.K. himself, he was only there because Allah had blessed him with a brilliant intellect and a sharp mind, yet they had molded him into one of them, and now he found himself moving among the affluent.

A smile almost slipped onto his face, but he checked himself, looking away as if he hadn't seen A.M.’s car reversing and returning. He knew A.M. would inevitably come back, just like they always did whenever they had a fight—arguments that never lasted more than a week because A.M. had zero patience, a trait well-known at home and at the office. A.K., on the other hand, never tolerated disrespect. People were often amazed at how their friendship endured despite daily bickering like children, with "Daddy" (the boss/father) always acting as the peace-maker because he valued A.K. for the immense progress he brought to the company, knowing full well that without A.K., the business wouldn't grow.

A.K. turned his head away, ignoring him, and pulled out his phone to call his driver to come pick him up, having abandoned the idea of taking a tricycle. A.M. had pulled up close, looking as if he might bump into him with the car, but A.K. ignored him, keeping his gaze fixed to the side because he was fed up.

A.M. leaned out of his car window with a wicked smile, recognizing how exhausted his friend was. "Please come along, you know I had to come back. Daddy called and wants to see us." A.K. ignored him and kept walking. Seeing this, A.M. stepped out, turned off the car, and playfully grabbed him in a scuffle to force him into the car, just like they always did after an argument.

With little resistance, A.K. got into the car with a scowling face. A.M. laughed heartily because he deeply cherished his friend for his integrity and lack of meddlesomeness.

From the moment they got into the car, neither of them uttered a sound, true to their habit of silence, each wrapped in his own self-importance. A.K.’s phone rang, signaling an incoming call, but A.M. reached over and abruptly hung up the call entirely, knowing who was calling. He curled his lip in disdain and continued driving in peace. A.K. let out a sigh and opened his mouth to speak, but realizing it would only fuel an argument, he kept his mouth shut, still furious over how A.M. had treated the old man old enough to be his father.

When they arrived at the massive estate gates, the security guard opened up. A.M. parked the car, ignoring the guard's greetings, and walked straight into the house, with A.K. following behind since he had unrestricted access.

Summary

The story revolves around A.M., a wealthy, handsome, and arrogant young man born into an affluent and elite family (the son of Alhaji Muhammad Turaki), and his brilliant, principled best friend, A.K., who comes from a modest background but has been elevated into elite social circles due to his sharp intellect and value to the family business.

During a drive, A.M. recklessly hits an old man who scratches his new car. Enraged, A.M. brutally slaps the elderly man twice. While A.M. displays utter contempt and hatred for the poor, A.K. is disgusted by his friend's cruelty, secretly feeling deep sympathy for the elderly man and tipping him generously.

Parallel to this, the narrative introduces Juwairiya, a young woman living in extreme poverty with her mother, her sick younger brother Ibrahim, and her oppressive and harsh uncle/guardian, Baba Sani, who forbids her from seeking honest work or education while favoring his own children. Juwairiya struggles desperately to find money to buy medicine for her dying brother, facing harassment from local shopkeepers and the menacing watch of Baba Sani.

The story highlights stark societal contrasts: the arrogant wealth and moral bankruptcy of the elite versus the heartbreaking struggles, poverty, and systemic oppression faced by ordinary people.

Description

Themes: Wealth disparity, human arrogance vs. humility, the cruelty of the elite toward the underprivileged, friendship dynamics, familial oppression, and the struggles of poverty.
Setting: A modern urban setting in Northern Nigeria, contrasting the luxurious lifestyle of wealthy elites (mansions, high-end cars, elite status) with the impoverished living conditions of the inner city (cramped quarters, struggling local shops, harsh daily survival).
Tone: Dramatic, critical, empathetic, and tense.

Analytics & Character Analysis

A.M. (Alhaji Muhammad Turaki's Son):
- Traits: Arrogant, hot-tempered, deeply classist, impatient, and lacking empathy.
- Role: Represents the corrupted mindset of generational wealth—individuals who believe material success equates to human worth and look down on the less fortunate with absolute disdain.
A.K.:
- Traits: Intelligent, principled, restrained, yet compromised by his association with wealth.
- Role: Acts as a moral foil to A.M. While he hates A.M.'s mistreatment of the poor, his tolerance of it for professional and personal convenience highlights the complex compromises people make in unequal societies.
Juwairiya:
- Traits: Resilient, deeply compassionate, long-suffering, and trapped.
- Role: Represents the vulnerable victims of poverty and patriarchal/familial oppression, fighting desperately to save her family against insurmountable odds.
Baba Sani:
- Traits: Controlling, malicious, hypocritical, and oppressive.
- Role: Embodies internal community tyranny—someone who abuses his authority over dependents (like Juwairiya) rather than offering support.