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The cramped space between the bed and the wall made him feel very uncomfortable. He was struggling to breathe because of the tightness. The screaming and shouting from Inna woke Hassan and Husaini, following Sadiya's awakening. Inna was yelling, "Innalillahi, I've seen it all today! At my age, someone attacked me. People have no fear of God anymore. How dare someone violate me like this?" She was crying like a little girl who had been beaten.

"Inna, what do you want us to do? You always make a big deal out of everything. Now, in the middle of the night, you're crying and saying all sorts of things," Sadiya said, reaching out to pick up both children from their bed and placing them on her lap.

"Sa'adiyya, you have no conscience. Instead of asking me what happened, you're scolding me as if you're my mother."

"What should I ask you, Inna? You woke me and these children up, and now you're making so much noise that you'll wake up the head of the house."

"Who is the head of the house? Is it the man who is sleeping like a dead person while an intruder entered the house and came to attack me? Apart from the foolishness of today's youth, who else would think of attacking an old woman?"

"Inna, I don't understand what you're talking about."

"I'm telling you, a huge man came and got into my blanket. He grabbed me tightly, so tightly it felt like an electric shock. And he didn't stop there; he violated me," she said, breaking into tears again.

Imran, who was squeezed between the bed and the wall, breathed a sigh of relief, realizing Inna didn't recognize him and thought someone else had entered the house.

"Oh Allah, give us the strength to bear this. You don't burden your servants with more than they can handle. I would rather listen to this nonsense than hear about your absurd complaints," Sadiya said, trying to put Husaini, who had finished nursing, back to sleep.

"It's your mother, Rakiya, who is talking nonsense. I said your mother, Rakindabo, is the one who talks nonsense. May Allah forgive me, even at my age, I'm still aware of everything, not some old person."

"Inna, if it's not old age, then what is it? You said someone violated you. Who would understand that? You don't even know what you're saying."

"No one would understand except a mad person. When a mad person tells a story, only another mad person can understand."

"Please forgive me, Inna. Just tell me what happened. I'm really sleepy," Sadiya said, laying Hassan down after nursing him. Inna sighed deeply as she saw Sadiya move Hassan back to the bed, making her even more anxious.

"I'm telling you, an intruder entered my blanket, grabbed me, and violated me."

"You must have been dreaming. There's no one else here but us."

"Let me make it clearer since you have a brain. A thief entered my blanket, hugged me, and kissed me. He pressed his lips to mine, even though I had just eaten a lot of goron (cola nut) before sleeping."

"Subhanallah! A thief, Inna? Please, what is really bothering you? Who would enter this house and try to—"

Imran, squeezed against the wall, felt like coming out to silence Sadiya when she said a thief tried to assault Inna, but he couldn't move. If he came out now, everything would be exposed.

"Shut your mouth, please. Am I lying to you?" Inna interrupted, drawing a long sigh. Annoyed, she got off the bed and headed for the light switch to turn it on.

Seeing what Inna was about to do, Imran panicked because he knew if she turned on the light, he would be caught. He knew that if Inna saw him, he would be in serious trouble. Without wasting time, Inna turned on the light. Imran quickly lowered his head, hoping she wouldn't see him. But as soon as the light came on, Inna's eyes landed on Imran, who was hiding with his head down.

"La'ilaha illallahu Muhammadur Rasulullahi S.A.W," Inna exclaimed loudly, clapping her hands.

"What is it, Inna?" Sadiya asked, looking at Inna.

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