QUEEN FARHA

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Ummu Hairan

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She’s a young girl, no more than 14 or 15 years old. Wake up! “Hey Farhana, you don’t know how to respect people.” She quickly glanced at herself and replied, “Dad, today I’ll slowly raise the car window.” She threw a stone and heard the car’s glass crack. The two people in the car got out since there weren’t many people around. One of them covered his face and scolded, “You’re so ignorant, wandering around like blind people, unaware of road etiquette. What are you doing on the road for a single moment, it’s reckless…” He slapped her, and she retorted, “God is the ultimate judge, I won’t engage in a fight. You’re ignorant and lack understanding. Na’im Karka is a grown man, and I’m just a girl, let’s go.” As they turned away, she heard him stumble due to his love interest. Concerned her hijab might stick to her body, she adjusted it. She glared at him and then stopped.

“It’s foolish to allow oneself to be harmed. A decent man wouldn’t let you be hurt. If he sees someone drowning, he won’t hesitate to help. You won’t even cross the road, let alone assist someone. You look at him as if he’s a demon. You’ve lost your senses. He’s someone else’s problem. I’m not Indian; I’m not Jewish. You’ll be Farha, she’s none of your concern.”

He clasped his hands and looked around, even entering the car at one point and said, “This girl, referring to Na’im,” and bowed, saying, “May God bless you and let us change the fate of women. They don’t owe her anything, but if we test her strength, she’ll surprise us. She didn’t surpass your expectations because you didn’t give her the chance to.”

He rose, brushed sand off his hand, and told the one beside him in a commanding voice, “Shahid, go and locate our farm. We’ll definitely plant there.” Shahid acknowledged, “Because it’s Bauchi and its people, I will obey your orders.” Just then, a car arrived, and they left. Shahid, after noticing the two girls about to enter a house, stopped them, and they turned, fearful. He asked, with mercy in his face, “Who is this shameless girl? I want to know her identity and her family’s whereabouts.”

They exchanged looks, all frightened. She said, “This is our daughter, Farhanah… um, and this is our husband. Please help us and keep it a secret from our father. Don’t mention anything; it’ll cause trouble for us and Farha.” Seeing their confusion, he left to deliver his message. Frustration filled his heart as he wondered why Mr. HAFEEZ had him follow the girl. He muttered to himself, “God, why wouldn’t He have a plan for her? He knows she’ll bring calamity upon herself, even though it’s unwitting. And she’s unaware of it too.”

Upon entering the house, she removed her hijab and wept. Ummah and Mama emerged from the room they were in, asking, “So, who did you provoke today to start a quarrel?” “I don’t want to wash; are you washing? Mom, I’ve told you I don’t want to. If you insist, I’ll go see her like this.” Mom apologized, “I’m sorry for that.” As the other girls came in, they glanced at the newcomer and tossed their bags to her. One rushed to the bathroom, saying, “Today, the three of us entered this house. God is good; may He intervene between us and Farha. She’s always a troublemaker. Now someone’s following us, asking about your name and family. I’m sure Baffa will tell him.” They huddled, ensuring they wouldn’t be seen.

“Yes, I know she won’t let you off easy today. Anass will come back and scold her for not being modest.” Breaking the car’s window isn’t shameful, the plate number belongs to Emir Palace.

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