Anguwar Jankwano is our neighborhood in Potiskum, a town known for its diversity in people and languages, and its two distinct rulers: one for the Bolawa and another for the Ngizim.

I greeted him, and he responded, "Fauziyya, you've returned and haven't told me anything? What should I say to you, Abba? Do you want me to tell you to take me to where my dignity was violated, or should I tell you that you've caused me to lose the years I've spent defending my honor?

I've never seen a father as heartless as you. What made you do this? What incited you? Despite my love for you and the name of your mother you claim to love more than anything, you've ruined my life. Even if the entire world turns against me, I will never forgive you.

He shouted at me, and before I knew it, I found myself sitting down. "Are you out of your mind or senseless? How dare you, as my daughter, hurl such accusations at me? Where is your education?"

"Abba, let me ask you this: how did Alhaji Gali buy you? Didn't he get you the job with full sincerity? If so, may Allah condemn this job. A child you treated like your own but who ended up deceiving you. Know this: if anything happens to me, you'll be shocked because I'll make sure you all get arrested."

He stood up and slapped me hard. The pain of the slap and the ache from my wounds – which should I endure? This is the kind of life where our parents are blinded by material wealth.

I stormed out and was heading out when he shouted, "Fauziyya, are you really accusing me of this? Do you know who you are talking to? This is the gravest mistake you can make. Since this is what you've chosen, let's see how it ends." Without waiting for his response, I walked out towards my room, nearly bumping into Aunty Halima.

That night, I couldn't sleep. In the morning, I went out after completing all my tasks without telling anyone where I was going. I headed to the police station near the palace of the Sarkin Bolewa, on the right-hand side, a short distance from the main hospital, *Madina*.

Indeed, I was fortunate as some people were coming out. A man shouted at me, "Hey, where are you going?"

"I've come to file a complaint," I replied.

"What happened? Whose complaint?" he asked all at once.

"I'm here to file a complaint against my father."