MATAR MIJINA RETURN 1 Complete Document Written By Zainab Muhammad
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She walked along, wiping tears that fell in her heart, contemplating, ‘Is this how she will continue to endure this life? Where is her mother’s family or her father’s? Why have they never taken her back to their house?’
“Allah knows best,” she murmured softly.
Reaching the river, she filled her jug with water before departing. Her dress, more like a tattered flannel, barely covered her enlarged stomach, revealing the underside of her breasts, while her head remained uncovered.
“You, over there!”
A voice called from behind, causing her to slowly turn around.
Abu Ta, who had spoken earlier, inquired, “Did you fetch water?”
“Yes, I did, Abu Ta. By the way, where are you from, Lantana?” she replied.
Glancing at the road before responding, Lantana said, “I’m from Isya’s house.”
Abu Ta rolled her eyes and said, “Hey Lantana, what did you do to him? He called you a bastard.”
Lantana hesitated for a moment before replying, “Well, Abu Ta, I just need money. I don’t want to get into trouble.”
Abu Ta’s grip slipped momentarily, but she quickly regained her hold.
“Lantana! I have some water left, so I’ll go with you.”
“You’re doing something you’ll regret. Listen to my advice and the difficulties in Inna Wuro,” Lantana said loudly as Abu Ta started walking away.
As Abu Ta reached home, she pondered Lantana’s words, but Lantana’s warnings were not sitting well with her; she knew this in her heart.
She completed her usual tasks and then breastfed before setting out again. As always, she sold her goods early and returned home, as people desired to purchase both her products and to catch a glimpse of the divine gift she possessed. Today was no different, and she sold her items before starting her journey home.
Before she reached her town, she passed through a forest. She sang to the French children accompanying her, enjoying the innocent joy in their voices. Suddenly, she noticed a man blocking her path, his demeanor suggesting he meant harm. Trying to maneuver around him, he persisted, maintaining his menacing presence.
“Move, Tanko. Let me pass. We’ve seen each other,” she urged.
Tanko grinned and spoke, “Hey, Abu, you’ve returned to my neck of the woods today. I want to have a look at these wares.”
As he reached for her, she instinctively shielded herself, the fear palpable in her grip.
“Abu, I’ve had my eyes on you for a while now. I’ve desired you from afar, but today, God has brought us together,” Tanko said as he advanced, causing her to flee. Unbeknownst to her, she stumbled in her haste.
“Hmmm! You let go of Kinga Khaleel, bye-bye, my dear,” Leemat joked, laughing.
“Drunken again? Who’s feeding you?” Nafeesat teased.
“You’re always tempting people, Nafeesat, but God is making me angry,” Leemat joked, her laughter infectious.
“You’re hilarious. Stop giving me that look and stop comparing me to the old men who eventually seek out young girls,” Nafeesat retorted, her disdain evident.
“Who’s the rival? I can’t stand the rival. I don’t even want to hear the name,” Nafeesat said, walking away, her frustration apparent.
Leemat sat down and suggested, “It’s a shame. Don’t expose your body to him anymore. You shouldn’t let your nipples be on display.”
“You know I don’t like it when that happens to me,” Nafeesat countered.
“Well, don’t blame me. Why don’t you see me as a lesbian?” Leemat joked.
“That’s because you’re not normal, but you seem content,” Nafeesat remarked.
“It would be even better if you found a man,” Leemat suggested.
Nafeesat’s heart sank, and she confessed, “The other day, I tried, and I saw.”
Their conversation continued as they walked.
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