He lay back down, puzzled by why Nusaiba had confronted him with such trivial issues. Was she trying to cause friction between him and his parents? If she was tired, she could leave—he had never forced her to stay. The most Alhaji Basheer had asked was for him to handle everything. So what? That night, Nusaiba couldn't sleep. As usual, she knelt before God, pouring out her heart and asking Him to choose the best for her. She cried bitterly, upset that she was now arguing with her husband. Indeed, life is what God wills, but she never imagined it would be this way. She had always envisioned a happy life filled with love and satisfaction with whoever she married.

As the call for the first prayer echoed in her ears, she felt an intense headache, unlike anything she'd ever experienced. She barely managed to pray the Fajr prayer, then grabbed a pillow and lay down on her prayer mat. As soon as she rested her head, she heard Naseer leaving in a hurry. She sat up, listening to the sound of knocking on the door of Abba's living room. She got up and went to the door of their living room in a rush, then headed towards Umma's section. She heard Naseer saying, "Zarah is not well; Inna just called and said I should go quickly." Before Abba and the others finished their prayers, he had already left. She hurried back to her room, grabbed her hijab and purse, knowing Naseer likely left without any money.

She came out to find Umma standing outside, left behind by Naseer. She found her car keys in her bag and offered, "Umma, let's follow him in this car." Umma responded, "I don't like you going around like this, Nusaiba, especially since you're pregnant." Abba added, "It's still early; you two shouldn't go out in the car alone. It's better to wait until the morning light." Nusaiba insisted, "It's okay, Abba. God will protect us. Umma, let's go now; the sun will rise soon." Umma agreed, and they set off, with Malam Balarabe praying for them.

They arrived to find Naseer with Inna, who had been told that the baby had died inside her, so the doctor would do her best to remove it. If that failed, they would have to perform surgery. Nusaiba found a place to sit, her blood pressure rising, and her head felt like it was going to split from the pain. After about 40 minutes, the doctor came out and urgently told them to go pay the surgery fee. She handed Naseer a paper, and with trembling hands, he looked at it. The cost was 35,000 Naira. Umma asked, "Do you have the money?" He shook his head, "I'll have to go home, but I think there's only 10,000 Naira there. The banks aren't open yet; what should we do?" he asked, panic evident in his voice. Before Umma could say anything, Nusaiba handed him a bundle of money, saying, "Go quickly and pay."