MIJIN MARAINIYA CE Complete Document Written By Fadeela Lamido
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The woman sat in the center of the house, tears streaming down her face. An elderly lady emerged from the room and gently said, “Have you started? Sit down and cry. There’s something troubling you, calm down.” She soothingly held her ear and added, “I don’t see anything wrong. I will send you back to your home; you can cry there. How will your mother feel when she sees you crying? It will sadden her, so I’m pushing you to stop. This sadness will consume you.”
Safna, feeling the anguish in her chest, pleaded, “Aunty, for God’s sake, I apologize. I will stop crying.”
“Then don’t leave behind your father’s belongings. Get up, wash your face, and take a stroll. Don’t return until you’ve composed yourself,” the woman instructed firmly.
Safna stood up, fetched a bucket, and headed to the well, joining the other servants. Her aunt stood in front of the house, clutching the water bucket, before quickly returning to the room where her daughter was now peacefully asleep. She removed the lovely belongings, saving some as gifts, and donned one herself.
Meanwhile, in another part of the house, her aunt sat on the mat with her two children, Iro and Salma. Safna’s mother entered, and her aunt promptly rose, instructing, “Bring back the rake you borrowed. Iro, get up and take this girl; she’s worrying everyone with her antics.”
Without hesitation, her aunt swiftly moved to discipline her, while the others gathered around. When they realized she couldn’t move, they left her.
Reminiscing on Mr. Musa, a benevolent man with two housewives, and his mother, Inna, they called her, it was known that Mr. Musa had wed his aunt, who bore him no other children. He sought to marry again, but was denied due to his wife’s misfortune. One day, while he was strolling in his old car, Safna recalled how his wife had been taken away. Since that day, they hadn’t seen her, prompting their search. Safna, waiting under a tree, was still awaiting their return. When the teacher asked about their whereabouts, she responded that she didn’t know the name of their town. She asked her son to check behind the car to see if their parents had returned, only to find that they hadn’t. Mr. Musa then confided in her, explaining how he had brought them to his house when they eventually returned.
Maalam Musa returned home with a young girl, Saudatu, who was familiar with his wife’s behavior. Until Saudatu turned two, she couldn’t speak about her parents, pressuring Maalam Musa to marry Saudatu. The teacher didn’t object to their union, hoping to give birth to a son, and soon started contemplating the same.
Three months after their marriage, the aunt gave birth to Salma, Saudatu’s bride. Two years later, she gave birth to Safna. While they welcomed visitors, they bade them farewell, as her mother never returned.
When Safna was in sixth grade, her aunt passed away during a trip, the news of a car accident reaching them. The car had been engulfed in flames, claiming the lives of everyone aboard. Her aunt’s death resulted in the cessation of her teaching career and sugarcane trade.
As for Abduljalal, a young boy not older than twenty-seven, he was tall and fair, giving the impression of someone older than his years. If you saw him laughing, it was likely in the company of his mother or one of his friends. Upon finding his mother seated in the living room, he rushed over and collapsed onto her, exclaiming, “Mom, I missed you.”
His mother, gently rebuking him, said, “Jalal, be careful, you don’t know how big you’ve grown.”
“Oh, Mom, I’m grown up now, even if it’s just another month,” he retorted.
“It’s not about that, Jalal. You have grown, my son. You need to eat here, go and have your breakfast at home,” she replied, shaking her head.
He took a spoonful of food and remarked, “Mom, I’m tired. Come and feed me.”
His mother nodded, drew closer, and began to feed him affectionately. When she finished and returned, she found Jalal sitting in the living room, his handsome features belying a quiet intensity as he sat and conversed.
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