<p>As he was about to rise, he hesitated, raised his hands again, and added,</p><p>“Ya Hayyu, Ya Qayyum, I bring my complaint to You—about my father. Allah, make him stop nagging me. Let him love me. You see, this old man treats me like I wasn’t even born from him. Please, Allah, change his heart so he doesn’t hate me anymore.”</p><p>After concluding his prayers, he took off his jalabiya and put on stylish, expensive knee-length brown shorts with multiple pockets and a fitted sleeveless black shirt with white designs. He completed the look with a cap matching his shorts and wore trendy designer shoes.</p><p>He smelled amazing, sprayed himself with perfume, grabbed his motorcycle keys, and rode to a 24-hour shawarma joint at midnight. The place was buzzing with people. Some were smoking shisha, but he wasn’t into smoking. He ordered takeaway food and headed back to the hospital to check on Mummy.</p><p> </p><p>—</p><p>While Ahmad was away, Mummy struggled to speak and asked Aamna, “Do you know how to withdraw money from a bank?”</p><p>"Yes," Aamna replied.</p><p>Mummy told her to take her ATM card and withdraw 100,000 naira. Aamna was surprised—these people must be rich! Even though she didn’t know Mummy well, she trusted her enough to share her PIN. Aamna rushed to the ATM, withdrew the money, and returned.</p><p>The doctor soon came in and informed them that Mummy’s new VIP hospital room was ready.</p><p>Ahmad arrived and found that Mummy had already been moved. He left a variety of food—grilled chicken, beef skewers, liver stew, pounded yam with egusi soup, juices, fruits, tea, cups, and plates.</p><p> </p><p> </p>
