It was Thursday evening, and Allah had blessed Kaduna with heavy rain. This led to many people seeking shelter from the rain. The downpour was so intense that it seemed it might break through the roofs of people's homes. By the will of Allah, who sent the rain without our foreknowledge or control, it stopped abruptly within a short time. This caused those who had taken cover to begin emerging, each trying to make their way as the call to Isha prayer approached. In such conditions, if you were to visit people's homes, you would find everyone huddled in warm clothes or blankets. The less fortunate, like the almajirai and others, were found huddled in corners or wrapped in rags.
Alhaji Lukman was sitting in the driver's seat, driving slowly on the smooth asphalt, his face showing no sign of fatigue or weariness despite the traffic congestion he had encountered earlier. He had the opportunity to go over a bridge, which made him think deeply.
At this moment, his patience was wearing thin, and he was growing tired of the lack of movement on the road. All he could think about was his home in the Unguwar Rimi neighborhood. He wished for the rain to stop and for the Isha prayer to be called before he reached home.
He checked the time on his car clock, which showed that it was 7:30. In his heart, he thought he was running late. The traffic continued to increase from the bridge, prompting him to reconsider his decision and choose to take the route beneath the bridge, which seemed to offer more relief than the standstill traffic.
Hajiya Salma, seated in the back and engrossed in reading a newspaper, noticed that her husband had changed direction, realizing that they would have to go through Mando before reaching home. Their eldest son, who was fifteen years old, continued to gaze out of the window, seemingly trying to remember something. In his heart, he felt as though he was trapped in this situation, being someone who loves the rainy season, which made him happier than any other time.
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