THE STORY OF SADIQ AND ZUWAIRA

There is a neighborhood in Damaturu that houses both the wealthy and the poor, as well as traders. It is not far from the king's palace and is close to an international school. Sadiq and Zuwaira are lovers, and everyone knows about their love. If you see Sadiq, you are sure to see Zuwaira. Even a child who sees Sadiq will want to call Zuwaira. 

Their relationship is well-known, even to Zuwaira’s mother. "Zuwaira, be cautious with these boys," her mother often advised. "They will lead you on and then abandon you. You don’t listen to anyone except Sadiq. You even ignore your father when Sadiq is around. You will regret it one day. My prayer for you is that you both get married."

"Thank you, Mom," Zuwaira would reply.

One night, Sadiq visited, and Zuwaira told him everything her mother had said. "I understand that your parents don’t trust me," Sadiq said. "But I will surprise them. They have banned us from talking in the car and even in front of the house, but don’t worry."

"Please be patient," Zuwaira pleaded. "Don’t let them upset you."

"Alright, baby, as long as it’s what you want," Sadiq replied. He gave her a kiss on the cheek before getting into his car and leaving.

What they didn't know was that no one knew where Sadiq’s house really was. Even Zuwaira believed they lived in Old BraBra, as Sadiq always told her. He promised to take her to his house one day but never did. He once showed her a house during the day, claiming it was his, but it was not true. In reality, Sadiq was from Gashua, a neighborhood known for its wealthy residents. His father was a rich man, and everyone knew Sadiq as a rebel. He sometimes spent five days in a hotel. His nickname, Sadiq Gumtsa, was well known.

Who is Sadiq, really? Will this marriage happen? Will he treat her well? Follow the answers in the book "The Nature of Men."

I felt joy seeing my parents again. My mother embraced me warmly, and tears flowed again. "My dear, what happened to you? If not for fate, your father wouldn’t have come home. I want to bring them food, but I don’t want to worry my parents. Baba Nafi’u is a merciless, heartless man."

"What’s troubling you?" my mother asked. "Eyes are the completion of life. It’s better to be deaf than blind. If someone sees something harmful, they can avoid it."

I told them everything. My parents are irreplaceable to me. "We will take legal action against this boy. He won’t blind my daughter."

"Let’s handle everything carefully," my mother advised. "Look at Zainab; she doesn’t even make eye contact."

"I will go to his father and demand my daughter’s documents," my father said.

My mother is compassionate, but my father is strict. He didn't know Nafi’u’s house but was determined to find out. We chatted with my mother and aunt, who had prepared a meal for us. While I was trying to keep the conversation light, Nafi’u returned, and Aunt Hafcy greeted him. I welcomed him back, but I sensed he had started to resent me since my illness.

"You're such an ungrateful person," Nafi’u said. "We’ve come to get her documents."

"Please, Aunt, I’ll seek her health," I begged. "I’ll go wherever necessary."

Without any money, we faced hardships. Just then, Baba entered and slapped him. "You dare to hit my child? I will imprison you," he threatened.

I heard them calling for my mother, apologizing to Baba after the beating. They left and went home. Despite the beatings, he showed no pity and insisted we visit the town hospital the next day.

"God willing, we will go," I said.

At the hospital, the doctor examined me and said, "I knew you wouldn’t bring her. This was bound to happen."

"What else can I do for you?"