BAKON YANAYI Complete Document Written By Hadiza D Auta

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She burst into her room, exclaiming, “Wow, GOD! Munawwa just called me, and he’s on his way to finish.” As she spoke, she hastily removed her clothes, her body trembling from the pain inflicted by someone named Munawwa. Despite knowing that her sister Munara had deep feelings for Munawwa, the intensity of her own physical reaction surprised her. This encounter would mark their first meeting, and she felt compelled to apologize to her sister.

Driven by newfound energy, she stood up, opened the wardrobe, and selected a coffee-colored long dress reserved for this special occasion. She accessorized with matching earrings and a chain with a stone that complemented the work Shaddar had given her. A scarf and shoes laid out on her bed completed the ensemble.

Seating herself at the side of their bed with her phone in hand, she engaged in a chat. A sudden surge of pleasure prompted her to rush to the toilet. Upon returning, she discovered clothes laid out on the bed. Irritated, she turned with a stern expression and scolded, “Hijaya, why did you bring these absurd things? You’re the one supposed to wear them, not me.”

Munawwara, with a cold demeanor, responded, “I apologize if you don’t know how to handle it, but Mother instructed that we wear the outfits specially made for us.”

Munara, applying ointment to her body, retorted, “Nifa, I don’t want to interfere, but leave me to my choices. Everyone follows what they see fit. Now, are you, a married woman, going to let someone dictate the long clothes you struggle to wear on your body? If so, I’ll comply. I won’t wear these clothes, and I swear it.”

Munawwara, realizing her sister’s defiance, remained silent, continuing her chat. Gazing at herself in the standing mirror, she smiled, revealing dimples. When her phone rang, she eagerly answered, saying, “Hi honey,” and added, “Yes, it’s the last house; I can see it coming out now.”

As she finished speaking, she hastily adorned herself with an additional dress, a bow, and a stone-decorated hat. She applied a perfume of indeterminate color, creating an enigmatic fragrance.

Ignoring Munawara’s comments about going right, she explained, “I’m doing it for your sake. It’s just a little charm to attract someone. That’s why I suggested we go, relax, and apply some perfume.”

She left abruptly, only to return two minutes later, claiming she forgot something. Munawwara assured her that she would make sure Munara wore the clothes. Munawara smiled and said, “Well, Mom, but make sure she puts them on before I come back.”

While Munawara continued pressing her phone, Munawwa overheard their mother leaving. Seizing the opportunity, she hurried out, confronted Munara, and exclaimed, “Did you hear what Mom said?”

Munara, with a red face, swiftly left the room. Munawwa put down her phone and sighed, “Oh GOD.”

She then stood up, put on the pants of the long dress, donned flat sandals, and followed her sister. Even when Munara left the room and scanned the surroundings, she didn’t see their mother. She hastened her departure. Surprisingly, upon reaching the courtyard, she found no one except a man sitting on some large rocks near their house. His weary expression and visible signs of hunger were unmistakable. Beside him, a black man with a painted face, wearing only white socks on his hands, ‘Affuhan,’ sat.

Munara observed the scene, and as her eyes met the man’s, he smiled with effort. Rising from the rocks, he slowly approached her. Munara, taken aback, retreated, her heart pounding at the unexpected encounter. Without planning, she quickly closed the small gate of their house, prompting Munawwa to ask if she wasn’t coming. Munara, opening her eyes wide, signaled her sister towards the gate. In surprise, Munawwa opened the gate, and upon seeing the man, respectfully greeted him. She explained, “He’s here to see your sister, but she seems a bit apprehensive.”

Munawwa smiled and said, “No, it’s not fear. She just doesn’t know him. Let me go and explain to her. Apologize.”

The man, unfazed, replied, “I’m not worried. Thank you for your concern.”

As Munawwa entered the gate, she found Munara and tried to call her honey’s phone. However, Munara, overwhelmed by emotions, was shaking and kicking her feet. Seeing her sister in distress brought tears to Munawwa’s eyes. She laughed off Munara’s words, saying, “This man came for you. Go and see what he brought.”

Munara forced a smile and responded, “By God, if you had praised him more, we might have lost him by now.”

Rolling her eyes, Munawwa said, “Honey, I didn’t take him seriously; I haven’t even hung the rabbit yet.”

Laughing, she entered their house, leaving Munara frustrated. Even though she was on the phone, Munara emerged without a plan, tears streaming down her face. She rushed out of their gate, kicking her feet, looking around. Around four or five, she anxiously scanned the surroundings, hoping to catch a glimpse of her honey’s car. To her surprise, she found no one except a man sitting on a large rock near their door. He appeared tired, hunger evident on his face. She looked up at him, stopping in her tracks, and he, noticing her gaze, smiled. He got up, approached her, and she quickly backed away, her heart pounding. She didn’t plan to, but she closed the small gate of their house, similar to Munawwa asking if she wasn’t coming. Munara, with widened eyes, gestured toward the gate, and Munawwa opened it, revealing the man. Munawwa, with respect, greeted him, explaining that he had come to see her sister. The man, seeming unperturbed, replied that he wasn’t worried, thanking Munawwa for her concern. Munawwa entered the gate, found Munara, and tried calling her honey’s phone. However, Munara, overwhelmed with emotions, was shaking and kicking her feet like a little girl. Witnessing her sister in distress brought tears to Munawwa’s eyes. She laughed off Munara’s words, saying, “This man came for you. Go and see what he brought.” Munara forced a smile and responded, “By God, if you had praised him more, we might have lost him by now.” Rolling her eyes, Munawwa said, “Honey, I didn’t take him seriously; I haven’t even hung the rabbit yet.” Laughing, she entered their house, leaving Munara frustrated. Even though she was on the phone, Munara emerged without a plan, tears streaming down her face. She rushed out of their gate, kicking her feet, looking around. Around four or five, she anxiously scanned the surroundings, hoping to catch a glimpse of her honey’s car. To her surprise, she found no one except a man sitting on a large rock near

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