Zakin Sarakai Book Compelet Sajida

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ZAKIN SARAKAI BOOK COMPELET 

Her face expressionless, she said, "Are we expecting guests? Hello..."

Then she looked at Indi harshly in the Tuareg language and said, "Damn your father, will you stop this showing off and ridiculous behavior, or should I crush you in front of this person? Who is she that I see following through here? Is it a path that anyone can walk on?"

The woman smiled, looking at them again slightly. Her heart was filled with intense, unimaginably great astonishment. Furthermore, Hindu made her laugh—was it because she saw her dark skin that she thought she didn't understand the language? What filled her heart and mind the most, however, was: she was told this was the Queen of Tanut, and the mother of Agadaz’s children. Was she really the one showing off like this, or what?

Seeing that she didn't give an answer, yet stopped the showing off, made Sheikh's wife smile. She said, "Forgive me, Hajia. Actually, I am Sheikh's wife, and I am a doctor. I came to examine the mother of the people of Agadaz."

Hindu paused slightly. Sheikh's wife? That perfect man whose name is said to be Sheikh, beside Umughluk Itibel? There is no deity worthy of worship except Allah, and Muhammad is His Messenger (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him). Today, here she is, his wife!

She broke into a smile, blinking rapidly, and then looked at Nadirah, whose face showed all kinds of turmoil and trouble.

She swallowed her saliva. Truly, what she thought had happened, had indeed happened.

Oh Lord, this was a moment for ululation and wild dancing celebration, but Nadirah was in no state for it, staring blankly with wide eyes.

She quickly hurried over to where Nadirah was, knelt down, and took hold of her while saying, "Get up, let's go inside. Handmaid of Allah, Bismillah, come in, come in. Trouble is bothering her. Let's go to her room. If the examination is what I think it is, then stitches will definitely be needed."

Sheikh's wife followed behind them. The handmaid Nadirah was walking with great difficulty; the place felt increasingly foul-smelling, and the turmoil in her head was overwhelming.

She sat on the edge of her giant royal-colored bed, bowing her head. Inna smiled quietly and said to Sheikh's wife, "I'll leave you for a moment; my stomach is starting to rumble to go to the bathroom."

She followed her with her eyes, then turned her gaze back to Nadirah.

She smiled slightly, removed her hijab and niqab, revealing her calm, perfect face.

She opened her bag, took out medical gloves, looked at Nadirah, and said, "Bismillah, may Allah increase your health."

Nadirah looked up at her. Bismillah, what?

Sheikh's wife continued, saying, "Afterwards, you will lie down, take off your trousers, and pull your top back so I can examine you properly, you understand?"

Nadirah widened her eyes with extreme heart-palpitations and fear. With her mouth trembling, she said, "Take off my trousers too? Why on earth am I going to be examined? Nothing is wrong with me!"

The doctor looked back at her, clearly understanding what was bothering the young woman.

Gently speaking in French, she said: "Excusez-moi, je ne me suis pas présenté, je suis Lubna Muhammad, je suis la 4ème femme du Cheikh, et je suis médecin gynécologue. Je suis enchantée de vous connaître et je serais honoré d'être votre médecin." (Forgive me, I didn't introduce myself. My name is Lubna Muhammad, I am the 4th wife of the Sheikh, and I am a gynecologist. I am delighted to meet you, and I would be honored to be your doctor.)

"Goodness gracious!" was what Nadirah's heart was exclaiming at that moment as she stared at the mouth of this classy lady who was speaking alien languages to her, chattering away while making facial expressions and talking about things whose meaning she didn't even understand, right up until she finished speaking and looked at her again.

This incident made Lubna study Nadirah a little deeper.

People were talking about the woman who was said to be with the King of Tanut; she would never have guessed that Nadirah didn't understand the language she spoke, or perhaps she just chose not to speak it.

Lowering her voice softly this time in Hausa, she said, "May Allah soothe your heart. If I offended you in any way, please forgive me, for the sake of Allah. But if you want another doctor called, let me go back and announce it so any doctor you want can be called, Insha Allah."

In a very low voice, narrowing her eyes and speaking softly, Nadirah asked, "A doctor? What for?"

Sheikh's wife looked at her with a careful gaze, moved a bit closer to her slowly, and said, "Forgive me, Hajia. You know this place is an extremely sensitive place, a place where one shouldn't mess around—especially you, with your education and sense. If it turns out this area is messed with and gets injured, it causes a major complication. You see, in this aspect, there is no room for shyness, because it is an injury. If it worsens, you are in deep trouble. If it becomes severe, you are in major trouble; it could make it difficult for you to even enter society, let alone benefit from it. It can even completely prevent you from enjoying married life. That is why I want you to cooperate and be examined, to examine the area. Every woman you see grew up through this. Some don't experience any issues at all, while others experience slight issues where just warm water is enough to heal the area. But others even experience tearing—meaning it swelled up to the point where she needs stitches. Do you understand?"

Terrified, utterly terrified, Nadirah lowered her voice even further, bowing her head as if avoiding eye contact with this Lubna, and said, "By any chance, do you know what happened to me?"

Lubna herself found herself staring intently at her, wondering in her heart what on earth was going on.

Pushing forward, she brought the matter into the open and said, "Isn't that why I was called? Or didn't you bring your virginity?"

"Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un! Oh, I am ruined! Look, for the sake of the Merciful, don't tell my Inna about this! Oh my goodness, besides the betrayal, what kind of torture will Asadeek put me through in this world? Oh, I, the descendant of four men, have seen the sun!" Nadirah finished, grabbing the hand of Lubna, who almost slipped away running when she heard the name she mentioned coupled with her crying.

Nadirah continued by saying, "Keep this matter an absolute secret of secrets! And what you said in that language—was it also about this matter?"

Slowly, Lubna began remembering the call Sheikh received while they were sitting the night before last. Since his phone didn't have heavy secrets—in fact, people often scolded him to step outside when discussing private matters among people—his phone had a rather loud speakerphone where someone with sharp hearing could overhear his conversation.

The only thing she knew she heard before Sheikh gestured with his hand for her to leave the room was: WHO DID THEY MARRY OFF TO ME?

She stared at Nadirah again, slowly sitting back down to think and answer herself. Calmly, she let out a sigh and looked at Nadirah once more. She doesn't speak French, she doesn't want anyone to know the major thing any woman would boast about—waking up in this condition—and she even used the name Umughluk Itibel.

She let out another sigh, calmly shaking off those thoughts, reminding herself that she had no business in this matter. Therefore, she started assuring Nadirah that no one would find out, that doctor-patient confidentiality is strictly between the patient and the doctor. Then she completely comforted her, explaining the magnitude and value of what she brought and the necessity of examining her. In total, they spent about an hour on the same issue. Finally, Nadirah agreed—though she performed the prayers she missed until almost 12 noon, muttering to herself that it wasn't her fault, it was the traitor's fault. Then she sat down, though her heart wasn't fully at ease, her entire body feeling loose and weak, as she managed with great difficulty to uncover herself so Lubna could examine her.

With sympathy, Lubna explained things to her like this: "Alhamdulillah, you didn't experience tearing that requires stitches. However, you suffered badly to the extent that you will need to apply the ointment that will be given to you, and swallow the oral medication. Because the inside area is swollen, and so is the skin on both sides. You are slightly bruised, but the area doesn't need to be stitched. Get enough rest, and use warm water to sit in it. Do you understand?"

Nadirah nodded softly and said, "But please, when the medicine is brought, be clever so my Inna won't find out."

Lubna just smiled, took her hijab and niqab back, adjusted her clothes, and said, "Let me go back myself to fetch it and bring it to you."

Nadirah felt relieved by that. So she packed her things away in the corner of the room, turned around, and walked slowly. Suddenly, her Inna came back in, carrying a steaming bowl. It was intestines that had been cleanly split open and cooked properly, giving off a rich, steaming aroma.

Inna placed it right in front of her and said, "Hurry up and eat it while it's steaming hot; it will soothe your intestines better. By the way, those servants out there—don't they have a bathing tub? Or should I go get a large basin?"

Nadirah picked up the meat because she was extremely hungry. As soon as she saw it, she felt her hunger intensify. She dragged it closer, said Bismillah, and began chewing while looking at the soup, wishing she had gotten fresh milk instead—that would have really saved her, wallahi! But if you eat this heavy thing, it will sit very heavily in your stomach.

Her Inna didn't stay to mind her; she went inside and started rummaging around.

Shortly after, she came out holding her chin and said, "Hey, your servant's bathtub is bigger than mine. Why is that?"

Nadirah shrugged her shoulders, making a pitiful face as she looked at her Inna.

Hindu walked past, exited the room, and went back to the kitchen to keep an eye on the hot water she had put on the fire, laughing at her aunt. Imagine, as soon as she told her something, she just hung up the call and hid 🤣🤣🤣. She completely refused for them to talk about it, claiming shyness! Well, as for her, today was pure entertainment, wallahi! Things were starting to heat up; she was consulting with Sheikh's wife? Uhum!

As soon as the water started boiling hard, she poured it into a large bucket, hoisted it, walked back to the room, and went straight to stand there, pondering how to mix the water in that container just like Sheikh's wife said.

Ultimately, she just walked out, went back to fetch a large basin, took it to the bathroom, poured the water in, and mixed it—though it was very hot, wallahi! Then she came out and stood by, demanding that Nadirah get up immediately and go sit in the water she had prepared for her.

Even for this, it took serious insistence. Only after Hindu stood her ground did Indi finally go. Furthermore, even entering the water was a struggle; she could barely sit because it was too hot, and her Inna warned her that wallahi, if she dared add more water, she would come in and force her to sit down!

Her heart was burning inside her, filled with the fear of: That's it? Does this mean Inna knows? In that state, she finished up, came out wearing a loose jalabiya, and looked at the clothes Inna had placed for her sprinkled with perfume.

Sniffling, she put on the clothes, climbed up onto the bed while her body felt very hot, and let out a sigh of relief.

She hadn't been there long when Sheikh's wife returned with the medication, with her Inna following right behind her carrying a large yellow jar, smiling as she said, "Here is the fresh milk, Indi, they sent it for you."

Nadirah stared at the milk. Her Inna set it down and stepped out to fetch a cup.

Softly, Nadirah asked, "Who sent this milk?"

Lubna, who was dispensing her medication, replied, "It was sent from the quarters of Umughluk Itibel."

Nadirah puckered her lips and said nothing. Lubna handed her the pills to swallow with difficulty, then gave her the topical ointment so she could apply it herself, feeling once again as if the world had become too harsh for her—as if the entire world was about to collapse on top of her. That was how she felt.

The return of her Inna made her burst into tears. She felt sleep tugging at her, but she had already stirred up trouble. As she looked at her Inna, who sat down reciting prayers of astonishment and asking what was wrong, Nadirah cried out, "Inna, wallahi I cannot finish this task! I cannot do it! I want home! My Inna, I want home..."

Summary

In this excerpt, Sheikh's wife, Dr. Lubna Muhammad (the 4th wife), visits Nadirah to conduct a medical examination regarding her physical state and wedding night anxieties. Mistakenly assuming Lubna couldn't understand her language, Nadirah and her companions express shock and bewilderment. Dr. Lubna gently and professionally examines Nadirah, reassuring her that she has no severe tearing requiring stitches, though she is bruised and needs proper care, warm-water baths, and medication. Meanwhile, Hindu and Inna bustle about with traditional remedies, food, and preparation for the sit-sitz bath. Overwhelmed by physical discomfort, embarrassment, and the emotional weight of her situation, Nadirah breaks down in tears in front of Inna, expressing a desperate desire to go back home.

Description of Analytics

• Linguistic & Cultural Dynamics: The text highlights multilingual interactions, notably involving Hausa, Tuareg, and French, illustrating cultural intersections within a royal or high-status setting.
• Character Psychological States: It provides a deep dive into adolescent/young bride anxiety, fear of medical examinations, embarrassment regarding marital realities, and homesickness.
• Domestic Realism & Humour: Contrasts are drawn between modern medical professionalism (Dr. Lubna) and traditional rural practices/humor (Inna and Hindu's reactions, traditional soups, and herbal remedies).

Comments on Keywords

• Zakin Sarakai: Highlights the royal theme ("The Lion of Kings" or "The Sweetness of Royalty") which frames the social standing of the characters.
• Sajida Nijar: The author of the work, signaling a narrative style focused on northern Nigerian and Sahelian cultural backdrops, romance, and domestic drama.
• Zaman Aure: Reflects the central thematic core of marital adjustments, expectations, and cultural rites associated with marriage in the region.