Zan Fasa Kwai Part 1 Complete by Hadiza Bara'u Gidan Iko.txt

<p>"Two girls were walking calmly; one could easily tell they were no more than eighteen years old. One of them was dressed in an Islamic school uniform and had slightly dark skin. Slowly, she turned to look at her friend, who was wearing casual home attire, with no uniform, but donned a long hijab similar to the other girl’s. Her hijab, which extended down to her feet, was ash-colored and complemented her fair skin beautifully, revealing the care and comfort that her skin reflected.</p><p>Jiddah said, 'MAWAHIB, please stop the argument for us.'</p><p>Mawahib turned slowly, her dark, sleepy-looking eyes fixing on her friend before asking, 'What argument, Jiddah?'</p><p>Jiddah, the one addressed, responded, 'Honestly, we’re arguing with Hassan and Hussain from our house. I said they’re the only young twins in this neighborhood, but they claimed your brother Ashraf is also a twin. I insisted he’s not, as I’ve been your friend for so long, and you’ve never mentioned having twins in your family.'</p><p>Mawahib frowned slightly, her pretty face with thick eyebrows showing displeasure at the topic. She moved her small pink lips and replied, 'He’s a twin. The other one doesn’t come around much, which is why you don’t know about him. You know Ashraf, right? Well, the other one is just like him. Everything about them is identical. In fact, when they’re together, I can’t tell them apart because they wear the same clothes and look the same. It’s only their personalities that differ.'</p><p>Surprised, Jiddah asked, 'So, it’s possible to have grown-up male twins like Ashraf? But Mawahib, you’ve never told me about him.'</p><p>Quickly, Mawahib replied, 'What’s my connection with him that I’d start telling you about him? That heartless person and I have nothing in common. His personality is just like their mother’s—worse than you can imagine. He’s too arrogant and unfriendly. Let me tell you, Jiddah, I hate him. Ever since the day I wronged him and he made me pass out, I’ve hated him even more.'</p><p>Shocked, Jiddah widened her eyes. 'You mean pass out?' she asked.</p><p>Mawahib confirmed, 'Yes, pass out. I was sitting one day when Ashraf came and told me to clean their room because he was coming back from Abuja. I didn’t know when he’d return, so after cleaning, I rested on their bed and placed my head on a soft pillow. Before I knew it, I fell asleep. When he arrived and saw me in his bed, with my head on his pillow, he got angry. He grabbed my hair so hard that I screamed, and then he dunked my head in their sink and turned on the water. I only remember being soaked, and then I blacked out. When I woke up, I was lying on my bed.'</p><p>Distressed, Jiddah exclaimed, 'Oh my God! But didn’t your father say anything?'</p><p>'What would he say when they gave him full authority? Even Nabeeha once got her hand injured because of him. That’s why neither of us likes him coming home. Especially me—I hate him, Jiddah.'</p><p>Jiddah sighed and said, 'No, Mawahib, don’t say that. No matter what, he’s your brother, and you live under the same roof. And even if there wasn’t that family bond, he’s still your brother in Islam. It’s not right to say you hate someone. But I’m surprised by what I’ve heard about him from you because Hassan and Hussain told me that when he comes home, he gives money to people at your gate—sometimes even food items. So, why were you lying on his bed in the first place?'</p><p>Hurriedly, Mawahib replied, 'Is it only his bed? It’s their bed—his and Ashraf’s.'</p><p>Jiddah said, 'Even so, I’m still doubtful about this behavior you’re describing. Someone who spends their own money on charity wouldn’t have such a reputation. Are you sure?'</p><p>Irritated, Mawahib replied, 'Well, Jiddah, believe whatever you want. I’m telling you he’s heartless, and you’re bringing up his money? His money is useless and wasted in my eyes. Anyway, I’m leaving now.'</p><p>With that, she walked away, leaving Jiddah standing there, full of astonishment. Jiddah sighed deeply as she watched Mawahib leave. What’s really troubling her? Truly, if someone insulted her brother, she’d fight to the end. But here they were, living in the same house, yet such conflict existed. (????)"</p>