Zaki Book Compelete Khadeeja Candy

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Khadeeja Candy's POV: We landed tired because the flight took many hours. I thought that when we landed it would be night or evening, but we found it was morning, and apparently, there was a difference in climate and time. As soon as we got out of the plane, Aliyu took off his jacket and put it on me because of the cold weather of the city. I was wearing a long gown with a small scarf covering just my head down slightly to my neck. It was a city, or rather a town, because even on the plane Aliyu had told me it wasn't an entire country by itself, it was just a town like how my country Nigeria has different towns. A city I could call a country—a place with wonderful weather where everyone goes about their business without interfering with others, obeying rules and regulations unlike my country Nigeria. He raised his hand and a taxi arrived. He opened it for me to enter, then our luggage was placed in the boot, and he also walked around, sat next to me, and pulled me close to his body. My eyes were glued to the window, admiring the streets, tall buildings, and the beautiful decorations of the city until we reached a very bright, beautiful hotel with a tall, attractive building. I thought he would pay the man with our country's currency when he pulled out his wallet, but instead, I saw different currencies, not like ours. After he finished handing over the money, he took my hand and we entered the hotel while he pulled the luggage. He spoke English with them and handed them a small card I suspected was a bank card, just like he explained earlier when he showed me the passport made for me back home in Nigeria by the immigration officer in Sokoto, and the national ID card he also had made for me. They handed the card back to him, gave him a small paper and a key, and then he turned and we headed to a certain section of the hotel. He touched something and a small capsule-like elevator opened. Both of us stepped inside, and when he pressed a number, it closed and started moving us upward. He took out his phone and kept taking pictures until we reached the top, the door opened, and we stepped out. I was holding tightly to his hand because total fear gripped me, noticing that the hallway was completely quiet as if nobody was there, lined with numerous rooms each marked with a number. He checked the room numbers until we reached the one matching his key. He opened it, went in first, and I followed. The room was thoroughly swept and clean as if someone was already inside, and everything was arranged so impressively. He turned on the AC and the lights, closed the door, and placed our luggage beside the bed. He went into the bathroom, performed his ablutions, and prayed, then I went in. After I finished, I walked toward the door, not knowing that Aliyu was hiding right by the door waiting for me. As I opened it, he lunged at me, which scared me so much that I ran back inside, but he quickly followed, picked me up, and brought me out. I burst into tears and slapped his face, and he just laughed, saying he already noticed I was easily frightened. We counted and made up for the prayers we missed during our transit from over there to here, followed by the Subh prayer we met upon arrival in the city. After we finished, he touched the bedside telephone and spoke. Without wasting time, a man in a uniform knocked on our room door and handed us food. Aliyu took it and brought it to us; everything was packaged in a box with a red sauce that looked extremely bright red. I couldn't eat some of the items because I wasn't used to them and didn't even like eating them, but Aliyu ate his comfortably—it seemed he enjoyed them more. I ate pizza and shawarma, and licked a little of the sauce, but I found it unpleasant. After we finished, we collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep out of exhaustion, both of us. The way I used to sleep clinging to Nana, I slept clinging to him. When we woke up, much time had passed; after prayers, he removed his phone SIM card and inserted a completely different line to call Momy and tell her to check on Nana so we could speak, and then he called Mama Fulani to inform her he arrived safely.

“Why did you change your SIM card?” “Nigerian lines don't work for calls in another country; every country has its own lines. I bought this a long time ago; this isn't my first time visiting this country.”

I was deeply surprised to learn that many things were different from my country, and some required changing people and climates. We spent two days in the hotel resting off our fatigue, then started going out where he showed me various things and places, including a recreational park and a place with all kinds of amusement rides. However, everything required payment, and nothing was allowed to be littered on the ground—you had to dispose of things only in designated trash bins. Furthermore, there were no women wearing large hijabs or heavy veils; everyone you saw wore a small scarf if they were Muslim, though some Muslims didn't even wear scarves like that. I saw many black people in the city. We didn't just tour Las Vegas; we went to neighboring places too. Whenever Aliyu showed me a place, he would browse it on his phone to tell me its history and significance, and then take pictures of me. Truly, travel is an educator; I benefited from many things, saw many things, and learned things I didn't know before. We ate in different restaurants. My eyes were truly opened by this trip, and I enjoyed it immensely. If this is what a honeymoon is like, let's go to another country tomorrow to see theirs too. This trip deepened my love for Aliyu, as he showed me immense care and affection. Wherever we went, he held my hand; any item he knew would look good on me, he bought it for me; when I ate, I ate to my fill. Every day he called Nana and his Mom for us to speak; Mama Fulani was the only one he didn't make me talk to, but we greeted. "I love you" was his daily phrase to me. Whenever I breathed too heavily, he would ask if I was okay. It was surprising—not like the usual Aliyu—proving that away from home, he knew best how to pamper and show care. However, whenever his playful stubbornness kicked in and he refused to talk, he would brush me off; when I asked him something, he would just smile, pinch my ear or nose, and tell me to keep quiet and that he would tell me when we got back home. We spent four weeks there, and I had zero desire to return home because every day he took me to a different entertaining and relaxing place, and sometimes we wouldn't even sleep at the hotel, choosing another instead. On the day we were to leave Las Vegas to return home, I felt like crying because I had started getting used to a foreign land. Aliyu comforted me, telling me that one day we would return.

Rahma's POV: Everyone was busy preparing for the dinner party happening today for her younger sister Amra, while she hid herself away at her neighbor Lubna's house, overwhelmed by worldly misery. Ever since she heard the news that Aliyu had gone on a honeymoon with Ataa, she felt completely sick and lost any trace of happiness. Every day she was consumed by sorrow and grief, crying daily. From initially blaming Aliyu, she shifted blame to her Mommy, believing that if her mother hadn't insulted his mother like that, he wouldn't have married a second time and she would still be in her room. This thought robbed her of peace and prevented her from joining her family and wedding guests in celebration.

“Rahma, you are dwelling too much on this sorrow; look at how you've wasted away. Everyone is over there preparing for the dinner while you've isolated yourself and drowned in grief over a man.”

Rahma looked at Lubna, who was patting her shoulder while speaking. “Lubna, if I don't cry and grieve, do you expect me to laugh and rejoice that Aliyu married? I love my husband; how can I bear seeing him with someone else?” she said crying. “If you love your husband, Rahma, you must have patience and return to your marital home. You don't have to wait for him to come beg you since you know your fault. You came home and sat pouting, leaving him all alone, and your mother stopped him. When his mother came to beg for you, did you think he wouldn't get angry? Absolutely, his mother was right to make him take another wife. However, his refusal to come and fetch you back wasn't right either. Unless, considering your trip to Dubai which you didn't tell him about, his reaction might seem justified.” “Stop reminding me of the past; just give me advice on what to do.” “The only advice is to return to your room. Even if your parents show reluctance, tell them you love your husband and want to return to your home. Staying here is just causing trouble and might even bring back your sickness, especially since the kidney hasn't been found yet.”

She was silent for a moment, then hardened her resolve and said: “I will return. Once Amra's wedding is over tomorrow and Daddy's mind is settled, I will talk to him. I know his mind isn't settled right now because of the arrival of His Royal Highness the King of Agadez.”

Lubna widened her eyes, as she too had heard tales about him due to his massive wealth and corporate acquisitions. “Oh, he came? So it’s true he’s coming?” Rahma wiped her tears. “Yes, he has no pride. Daddy said he was coming because he sponsored Amra's wedding, and he needed to come personally to offer condolences to Daddy over his major shopping mall and check on some matters. He arrived this afternoon and is resting at a hotel until tomorrow's wedding rites. After that, he will proceed to Abuja for other business, then Jigawa and Lagos before leaving. Since this evening Mommy prepared items and went with Daddy to deliver them. Daddy's attention is currently on him, but I know as soon as the wedding rites are done and he leaves for Abuja—unless Daddy travels with him—I will get to see him with a calm mind. Even if he travels with him, Daddy will return, and then I will tell them I want to return to my room.” “You don't necessarily have to go through Daddy directly. Once things calm down, the king leaves, and the wedding is over, you can take your Mommy aside in her room and tell her; she will tell your Daddy.” “No, I want to approach him myself so he knows I am serious, because Mommy might refuse to tell him since she doesn't want me to return.” “Well, try it. If she refuses to tell him, you can approach him yourself later.” She nodded. “I will do that, In-Shaa-Allah. Thank you very much, Lubna.” “Don't mention it. And when you return, show her that water isn't a match for a frog! You know you've been unwell; even if she walks near you, fall down and claim she pushed you so he is forced to take action against her and throw her out!” “You don't need to tell me that. Once I return to the house, she doesn't even know how to take care of a husband; she's clumsy and knows nothing. He will see the difference between us!” “I love you, my friend. I know you're no pushover either; will some little girl ruin your status? No-no. Now get up, let's go home so you can dress up for the dinner and shed all this burden—we've found a solution!”

Rahma smiled happily, stood up, placed her scarf over her neck, and looked at her friend. “Let me go dress up too, then I'll come so we can leave because my car is over there at the wedding venue being used.” “No problem, let me get dressed as well.” With that, she stood up, walked Rahma to their gate as they continued chatting about the matter before Rahma headed home to prepare, and Lubna returned to hers.

Ataa's POV: Around 3:00 AM we left that place. The luggage we traveled with turned into two bags when returning because while going, my clothes and his were combined in one single bag, but the souvenirs we bought there filled another bag, making it two bags instead of the one we left with. We landed in Lagos just like we took off from there. I thought Aliyu might let us rest in Lagos before heading to Abuja, but it was all on the same day with just a two-hour layover wait. As soon as we landed in Abuja, I started feeling unwell; my head ached and my body felt hot, perhaps due to the climate change since the weather there was much nicer and cooler, or perhaps from exhaustion since I wasn't used to such travel. It was evening there, past three o'clock in Abuja. As soon as we landed at the airport, Aliyu called Nasir to inform him, and without delay, he arrived with his car to pick us up. I lay down on the backseat hoping to find some relief and comfort before reaching home, but instead, the sickness worsened. The cold AC in the car made me feel sick, like I wanted to vomit, and swallowing my saliva became difficult. Every now and then Aliyu glanced back at me; I would smile, trying to act like nothing was wrong, but that didn't stop him from noticing. “Baby, we are going to Mama's place first; when we rest there, we'll head to our house, okay?”

I felt unhappy because I didn't want to see Mama Fulani, as I wasn't comfortable around her and knew she still didn't like me. “Can't we go straight home to rest, and then visit her later?” “No, I'm used to it. Whenever I take a heavy trip like this, upon return I always stay at her place first.”

2. Summary

The text chronicles dual storylines centered around a newlywed couple and a distressed first wife:

• Khadeeja Candy & Aliyu's Honeymoon: Aliyu and his new wife, Ataa (Khadeeja), travel abroad to Las Vegas for their honeymoon. Ataa experiences international travel, foreign currencies, new cultural settings, hotels, and tourist attractions for the first time, deeply appreciating Aliyu's care and affection over their four-week stay. Upon returning to Nigeria (landing in Lagos and heading to Abuja), Ataa begins feeling sick due to exhaustion and climate change. Aliyu insists on visiting his mother (Mama Fulani) first, much to Ataa's discomfort.
• Rahma's Struggle: Meanwhile, Aliyu's first wife, Rahma, is consumed by jealousy, depression, and daily crying over his marriage to Ataa. Hiding out at her friend Lubna's house during her sister Amra's wedding preparations, Rahma blames both Aliyu and her mother for the marital breakdown. Encouraged by Lubna, Rahma resolves to reconcile with Aliyu, wait out the visit of a high-profile guest (the King of Agadez), and maneuver her way back into her marital home.

3. Description

A rich, contemporary Hausa narrative style alternating between romantic travelogue elements (exploring Las Vegas, cultural differences, deep emotional bonding) and domestic family drama (polygamous tension, maternal interference, grief, friendship counsel, and traditional societal expectations in northern Nigeria).

4. Analytics

• Character Dynamics: Aliyu plays a dual role as an attentive, affectionate husband abroad while maintaining strict traditional expectations (stopping by his mother's place upon arrival) back home. Ataa is innocent, easily startled, deeply affectionate, but intimidated by her mother-in-law. Rahma represents deep regret, bitterness, and calculated reconciliation under peer pressure.
• Setting Contrast: Stark contrast between the orderly, modern foreign environment (Las Vegas) and the complex, tradition-bound domestic landscape of Nigeria (Sokoto, Lagos, Abuja).
• Themes: Travel as an educator (tafiya mabudin ilmi), polygamy dynamics, emotional vulnerability, family politics, and social status.

5. Comments

• The narrative highlights the stark transition of a young, sheltered girl experiencing the global stage for the first time through a honeymoon.
• It realistically captures the psychological turmoil of a first wife dealing with a co-wife, contrasted with tactical advice from peers.
• The dialogue flows naturally in conversational Hausa-English cultural contexts.

6. Conclusions

• Travel profoundly broadens horizons, as seen in Ataa's personal growth and appreciation of Aliyu.
• Domestic conflicts and emotional bitterness (exemplified by Rahma) require patience, strategic communication, and swallowing one's pride to resolve marital estrangement.
• Traditional familial loyalties (such as Aliyu prioritizing his mother upon return) remain strong regardless of Western exposure.

7. Keywords

• Honeymoon, Las Vegas, Polygamy, Aliyu, Ataa, Khadeeja Candy, Rahma, Lubna, Mama Fulani, Travel, Culture Shock, Abuja, Lagos, Reconciliation, Family Drama.

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