<p>Here’s the translation of your text into English:</p><hr><p>Nigerian Law School, Bwari, P.M.B 170, Garki, Abuja Nigeria.</p><p>Yabintu’s POV</p><p>She was hurriedly getting ready because she had agreed with Umar that he would come to pick her up to visit his mother, who was hospitalized and unwell. Her rush caught the attention of Khadija and Laura, who were visiting their room, and they began observing her.</p><p>"Wait, has Umar arrived already?"<br>Laura asked while covering her mouth with her hand. Without even looking at them, Yabintu clipped her veil onto her head and said,<br>"He's almost here! You all know I don't want to keep him waiting."</p><p>Laura and Khadija laughed, clapping their hands.<br>"Oh, love is sweet as honey," Khadija said, and Laura chimed in, "If you drink it, share with your beloved."</p><p>Yabintu only smiled, checking herself in the mirror. Just then, her phone rang, signaling an incoming call. Since she was expecting his call, she quickly picked it up.</p><p>"Hello Hayati, I'm at the main gate!" Umar said over the phone.<br>Yabintu smiled, turning to look at herself in the mirror.<br>"Alright, I'm coming out now," she replied before hanging up.</p><p>She picked up her handbag and adjusted her outfit one last time before leaving. Laura and Khadija teased her mischievously as she exited the room.</p><p>She found Umar parked where he said he would be. He stepped out to open the car door for her as she got in, complimenting her beauty.</p><p>"What exactly is wrong with Umma that suddenly made her fall ill?"<br>She asked as Umar began driving toward the hospital where his mother was admitted. Umar, with one hand on the wheel and the other running through his hair, replied,<br>"Her blood pressure spiked without warning! But the doctors think she ate something that triggered it."</p><p>Yabintu shook her head sympathetically.<br>"May Allah grant her good health."<br>"Amin ya Rabbil izzati," Umar responded.</p><p>As they drove to Abuja Continental Hospital, Umar explained more about his mother’s condition. He guided her to the room where she was admitted. Inside, they found his four younger siblings, three sisters, and one brother. All of them greeted her respectfully, and she returned their greetings with a smile before exchanging pleasantries with Umar’s mother.</p><p>"How are you, Fatima Bintu? How’s school? How are your parents?" Umar’s mother asked warmly. Yabintu, with her head bowed and smiling, replied,<br>"Everything is fine, Umma. They’re also well, and I’ll be going home on holiday the day after tomorrow."<br>"Ahh, that’s great! May Allah make it easy," she responded.</p><p>Yabintu spent some time at the hospital chatting with Umar's siblings, as they were already familiar with her. When it was time to leave, Umar’s sisters escorted her to the parking lot before heading back inside. On the way back to her hostel, Umar stopped to buy her some supplies to take home before dropping her off and driving away.</p><hr><p>House No. 17, Aguiyi Ironsi Street, Off Ahmadu Bello Way, Durumi District, Abuja.</p><p>9:13 PM</p><p>Bilal’s POV</p><p>With care, he lifted the electric kettle containing boiling water and poured it into a mug that held a tea bag. After filling the mug to the desired level, he placed the kettle back and unplugged it before turning to the sandwiches he had prepared. Though it was late, he didn’t feel like eating anything heavy after his exhausting day at work.</p><p>He left the kitchen with a plate holding two slices of sandwich and the mug of tea. Entering the dimly lit living room, illuminated only by the TV screen, he decided to sit there and eat. He set the plate and mug on the center table before grabbing the remote to switch from StarPlus to Channels TV. He wanted to see if the report he had submitted, after a heated argument with his boss, had been aired.</p><p>The report he eagerly anticipated turned out to be the last segment of the 9 PM news. Nonetheless, he was elated to see it broadcasted, as nothing was omitted from the details he provided.</p><p>By the time the news ended, he hadn’t finished half of his sandwich despite his initial hunger. After clearing his plate, he took the dishes to the kitchen and washed them before returning to the living room. His phone, vibrating on the sofa, caught his attention.</p><p>He picked it up just as another call came through after seeing three missed calls from Aliyu. Smiling, he answered the call on the fourth ring.<br>"Yes, Aliyu?"<br>"Congratulations, your report made it to the news! Let’s wait and see what happens next," Aliyu said excitedly.</p><p>With a satisfied smile, Bilal ran his hand over his beard and replied,<br>"Insha’Allah, everything will go as planned. Even if the authorities don’t act, this report will at least raise awareness about the dangers of sending young girls abroad for domestic work. That alone is a success!"</p><p>Aliyu seemed to nod on the other end. "My wife and son are well," he added when Bilal asked.<br>They ended their call shortly after, as another call from their colleague Adebisi came through.</p><p>"Your report was excellent, B. Liman!" Adebisi said, full of praise. Bilal modestly replied,<br>"It was a team effort, Ade. You also contributed greatly!"</p><p>After chatting briefly, he asked about her return from Enugu. She promised to bring him yam as a souvenir, and they ended the call with laughter.</p><hr><p>Sabon Titin Kwaɗo, Katsina State…</p><p>Zahra’s POV</p><p>While Amira was on the phone sweet-talking Mahmud, her boyfriend, Zahra lay on her bed, half-focused on an Indian series on Amira’s laptop. Although exhausted from her outing to Aldusar Park and Maryam Park earlier, the excitement of the episode kept her awake.</p><p>She teased Amira for her conversation, amused by her overly sweet tone.<br>"Goodnight, Amira," Zahra said, just as their mother entered the room with news that excited them both: they would be traveling to Gyaza, their father’s hometown, the next day.</p><p>Despite their excitement, they would soon regret this trip—a journey that would change their lives forever.</p><hr>
