Around three o'clock in the afternoon on a Tuesday, in a neighborhood in Kano State called "Yankaba," Hajiya Safiyyah-Basudaniyyah (as everyone who knows her calls her), was seated on the Kilishi in the middle of her living room. She was holding a prayer bead from Medina, occasionally lifting her head to glance at the large wall clock mounted on the southeast wall of her living room. It was evident she was waiting for something, as she had not moved from her spot since performing the Zuhr prayer, frequently checking the wall clock.
The living room was exquisitely decorated with luxurious modern furniture. One glance was enough to confirm that the household lived in affluence, their wealth perfectly aligning with the dreams of any human being. Everything in the living room was in shades of cream with orange accents, creating a unique and uncommon color scheme for modern living room designs.
Initially, Haj. Safiyyah was unbothered, but as time dragged on, worry began to show on her beautiful Basudaniyyah face. What was keeping Fahimah at school so late, close to three in the afternoon?
The greeting of her housemaid, Talatu, interrupted her thoughts. Talatu entered carrying a Sudanese tea pot and small Sudanese teacups, heading directly to her mistress's side and setting them down respectfully. It was apparent that it was a routine for Haji