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Bature says, "when the going gets tough, only the tough gets going," is that so? It is either you get tough, or you watch helplessly as you are left behind.

"Mr. Abatcha? What does Sadauki have to do with Mr. Abatcha?" I braced against the wall and stood up, just staring at him. There was nothing I could say to him right now; my only effort had been to prevent him from finding out, and yet he had already discovered it. So the conversation was over.

He stared at me. "I'm talking to you, Diyam? Are you texting Sadauki or Mr. Abatcha?" The look I gave him made him stop as well, staring at me, and then the realization hit him. I saw the exact moment his facial expression completely changed. He dropped both phones, and they fell to the floor. His whole world came crashing down on him.

"Mr. Abatcha? Mr. Abatcha is Sadauki? When? How?" He put both hands on his head and began pacing the living room rapidly, sweat breaking out all over him. His eyes filled with tears. He rushed over and stood right in front of me. "You? You were playing me all these years? All these years you've been with him all along? My God!" He placed his hand on his body again, trembling, and leaned against a furniture piece to catch his breath. He stayed like that for a long moment before turning to look at me, saying, "You're the one who made him give me the job, right? I remember you told me to go and look for work. You're the one who made him hire me without even looking at my credentials just so you two could stay together? So you could control me? Is that it?" I simply shook my head, but before I could speak, he said, "Don't say a word to me, or I'll beat you right here. My God, what kind of betrayal is this? Even the name I was going to give my daughter, he's the one who chose it for me!" He began hitting his head with his hand, calling himself a fool, an idiot, and a blockhead.

Then he sat down on the couch, holding his head in his hands and shaking it. He muttered, "So you both planned what was done to Alhaji, right? That's why he sent me away on a trip back then. When they told me the conditions he set, I wondered why he didn't tell me to divorce you and marry you instead. Now I see he didn't need that since he was already with you."

Saghir's words pierced through me like a knife. This accusation remains one of the things I cannot forget to this day. No matter what I told him, he wouldn't understand, but even so, I was going to tell him—it was his choice whether to believe it or not. I was beyond caring at that moment.

I said, "When Sadauki hired you, I didn't know it was him. He never contacted me, and I had no idea where he was until the day you organized a party for him. That was the day I found out he was your boss. I don't know his reason for hiring you; it's possible he hired you like anyone else. That's why I didn't tell you, since I saw no use in it. You and I never spoke about Sadauki except when Alhaji sent me to him. Even then, he shut me out, so there was no conversation between us except the errand that took me there. We never even called each other. The texts you saw are all there is between us. That is the truth." I turned to walk away when I felt my legs lock up from my thighs down to my lower abdomen, sending sharp pains through me. I called out, "Saghir?" He didn't answer, only saying, "Don't tell me your cheap lies. By God, you won't get away with it. Neither of you can do this to me and get away with it. I will show him that his wealth is worthless, and I swear he will regret it. I will destroy him even if I lose my life." He went into the room, grabbed his car keys, and as he walked past me, I grabbed his shirt. "Saghir, I'm not feeling well." He yanked his shirt away, saying, "You'll heal, hypocrite," and walked out without looking at me again.

I lifted my skirt and saw blood running down my leg just as I heard his car start and drive away. And I realized something: I had lost the pregnancy, just as I had lost my twins. Right then and there, I made up my mind. I was done with my marriage to Saghir.

I tried to move from the spot and couldn't. I wanted to help myself and I wanted to warn Sadauki because I didn't know what Saghir would do now that he had left, but I couldn't even reach my phone lying near Saghir's room door. My legs felt completely paralyzed, and blood was trickling down to the tiles. My only option was Fauziyya. I began calling her with the little voice I could muster. "Fauziyya, Fauziyya," but there was silence. I wasn't even sure if she heard me because I knew she might be watching a movie. I stayed like that for a long time before I heard her footsteps coming upstairs. When she entered the living room, she stopped and stared at me—sweat all over me, dried blood around my nose, and blood pooled on the floor. She dropped her purse, rushed over, and cried, "Halima? What happened to you?" I could only point to my stomach. She helped me lie down, went back to pick up her dropped bag, retrieved her phone, and started making calls. My body told me she was calling Saghir, and sure enough, we heard his phone ringing near mine. She put the phone down and asked me, "Where did he go?" I just shook my head, and she asked, "Are you having a miscarriage? Should we go to the hospital?" I nodded at her, and she helped me to my bathroom. She helped me wash up, but the bleeding was so heavy that a regular pad wouldn't hold it, so she gave me a face towel to use before we left. She half-carried me down the stairs, had the security guard find us transport, and we went to the hospital. That is something I will never forget about Fauziyya.

After leaving his house, Saghir got into his car in a blind rage, feeling a level of anger he had never experienced before, making him feel like setting Sadauki and me on fire. He simply opened his car glove compartment, pulled out an old stash he used to take—though he had promised Diyam he had quit. But today, Diyam herself had ruined things for him, so out of vengeance, he swallowed the entire bottle, started the car, and drove straight to the Abatcha Motors company.

Sadauki was in a meeting with his staff—a meeting to which Saghir hadn't even been invited, only his assistant. Mid-sentence, while Sadauki was laying down strict new rules for incompetent staff and the penalties for breaking them, Saghir kicked the door open and walked in. Everyone turned to look at him as he staggered forward, pointed at Sadauki, and shouted, "Hypocrite! God has exposed your secret today." Everyone in the room stood up, and some rushed toward Saghir, but Sadauki stopped them with a wave of his hand, saying, "Leave him." He adjusted his seat, looked at Saghir, and asked, "What brings you here?" Saghir pointed at Sadauki, looked around at the people in the room, and screamed:

"This man you see is not who he claims to be. His name is not Abatcha; his name is Sadauki. Sadauki is Mr. Abatcha, and Sadauki is Diyam's boyfriend, and Diyam constantly says Sadauki's name because he is Mr. Abatcha. He's the one who gave me a job, named my daughter, and bought a ram for her naming ceremony. He even went to report Alhaji and took half of his house to build a farm. Only today did I see his message on her phone and realize who he really is!"

Someone in the room remarked, "Do you realize you are making zero sense?" The rest of the people burst into laughter. Sadauki let out a sigh, pointed at Saghir, and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, this is an example of one of the effects of substance abuse." He told security, "Get him out of my sight."

At the hospital, the incomplete miscarriage was confirmed. They gave me a tablet to help clear the rest. By then, it was time for Subay'a to return from school, so Fauziyya went home, picked her up, left her with our neighbors, and came back to me.

Saghir still hadn't returned by the time we got back home around Maghrib. I took the tablet and lay down, while Subay'a kept offering her well wishes. I tried calling Sadauki's number again, but it wouldn't go through, though I knew whatever was going to happen had already happened. I lay awake waiting for Saghir, but he never came home, and eventually, I fell asleep. In the middle of the night, excruciating lower abdominal cramps woke me up. It felt like my life was slipping away, and it was just me and Subay'a in the room. Clots of blood poured out of my body. I didn't fall back asleep until the dawn call to prayer.

In my light sleep, I heard Fauziyya enter the room, waking Subay'a up. She turned to me and said, "Daddy didn't sleep home. His phone is right here. I called Kabiru and he said they aren't together. Should you call Alhaji's house to see if he's there?" I just murmured yes, but I didn't call anyone. She dressed Subay'a, sent her off to school, and came back to bring me tea.

By noon, I felt a bit better, though I was weak and pale from the massive blood loss. I got up, bathed, dressed, and stood looking at myself in the mirror. I placed my hand on my lower stomach, confirming to myself that it was gone. It died before it even began living. It was going to be the last thing I lost because of my marriage to Saghir. As I changed clothes, I pulled out my suitcase and began packing my clothes and Subay'a's. While I was packing, Fauziyya walked in with a flustered look and said, "Halima, come see Kabir." She went out, and I put on my hijab and followed her. He stood at the door, looked at us, and said, "Saghir has been at the station since yesterday. I don't know what happened, but I heard his workplace security caught him and handed him over to the police. I don't know the charges. I tried to bail him out, but they refused, saying it was a direct order from the commissioner of police that he should not be granted bail."

Fauziyya sank to the floor. As for me, I turned and headed back upstairs. Kabir called out, "Diyam, call home and tell them. Maybe Alhaji has someone high up who can order his release." I just nodded and walked away. Reaching my room, I finished packing my bags, walked past Fauziyya who was sitting stunned in the living room, retrieved Subay'a, and came back down with our luggage. Fauziyya stood up, staring at us, and asked, "Where are you going?" I answered, "Home." She said nothing more as we walked out. The security guard wished me a quick recovery and helped us load our things before we hailed a cab and left.

When Inna saw me with a suitcase, she asked, "What's wrong?" I put my bags down and greeted her. She didn't respond, asking instead, "What do you mean, 'what's wrong'? Why am I seeing you with a suitcase in the middle of the day?" I lowered my head and said, "Inna, I'm done with my marriage to Saghir." She gasped in shock, "Is Saghir the one who sent you home, or did you decide on your own to finish your marriage and come back? Was the divorce paper ever in your hands?" I shook my head, "Inna, Saghir..." She cut me off, "Saghir what? The current Saghir isn't even stable. You managed to stay with that old Saghir, let alone this one who everyone knows has changed. Ever since Sadauki came here with his marriage proposal, I watched how you acted, and I knew that if we weren't careful, you'd pull another stunt." Tears began to stream down my face. "Inna, I didn't come home because of Sadauki. It's between me and Saghir. I am not going back to his house, Inna. Please don't send me back." She demanded, "Where is Saghir?" I wiped my tears and said, "He is at the police station." She gasped again, "What happened? What is he doing there?" I said, "Sadauki locked him up." She stood up and said, "And you said this isn't about Sadauki? Call Sadauki right this second!" I replied, "I left my phone at the house, and besides, he won't answer me." She called out for Asma'u. When Asma'u came, she told her, "Call Sadauki with your phone." Asma'u looked at me inquiringly, took her phone, dialed, and put it on speaker. It rang until it ended without an answer, but then he called back. She answered on speaker, and I heard his voice: "Yar Asama, what's up?" She said, "Inna wants me to call you. Here she is." Inna took the phone: "Sadauki, what happened between you and Diyam's husband that you locked him up?" He was silent. Even I was amazed by Inna's boldness. She continued, "She came home saying you arrested and locked up Saghir." He remained silent for a moment before replying, "Is it Diyam who filed a complaint against me for locking up her husband?" I quickly shook my head to object, but Inna glared at me and said, "Yes, exactly. I was just wondering what went on between you two." He answered, "Tell Diyam not to worry; her husband will be released tomorrow, God willing," and hung up the phone.

Summary

In these chapters, Diyam's worst nightmare unfolds when Saghir discovers the truth about "Mr. Abatcha" and "Sadauki." Driven by intense jealousy, rage, and substance abuse, Saghir confronts Diyam, physically assaults her, and accuses her of betrayal and conspiring against him. The brutal attack results in a traumatic miscarriage.

Consumed by vengeance, a drunken Saghir storms into Sadauki's office during a corporate meeting to publicly humiliate him. Instead, Sadauki's security detains him, and Saghir is subsequently locked up in a police cell under strict orders preventing bail.

Meanwhile, Diyam packs her belongings, leaves Saghir's house with the help of her loyal friend Fauziyya, and returns to her mother (Inna). When Inna's family elders, led by Alhaji Babba and Kawu Isa, arrive to chastise Diyam and force a reconciliation, Saghir unexpectedly shows up to formally divorce her (pronouncing a single talaq) before cruelly snatching their young daughter, Subay'a, away with him. Despite the heartbreak of losing her child and facing familial disapproval, Diyam firmly resolves never to return to an abusive marriage, trusting her future to divine intervention.

Description

This narrative deeply explores the harrowing themes of domestic abuse, forced marriage, societal pressures, and the devastating consequences of unchecked malice and substance abuse. Through the harrowing experiences of Diyam, the author highlights the emotional and physical toll inflicted on women trapped in toxic environments, while contrasting it with themes of resilience, true loyalty, and the complexities of human relationships.

Analytics

• Character Dynamics: Saghir's descent into self-destruction and paranoia highlights how insecurity breeds extreme toxicity. Diyam transitions from a passive victim of circumstances to a woman exercising agency by firmly walking away from an abusive union.
• Societal Critique: The author actively critiques traditional expectations placed on northern mothers and family elders (such as Inna and Kawu Isa), who often prioritize preserving marriages over the safety and well-being of the victims.
• Pacing and Tension: The emotional stakes peak dramatically with the tragic loss of the pregnancy, Saghir’s public outburst, his subsequent imprisonment, and the heart-wrenching abduction of young Subay'a.

Comments

• Emotional Depth: The raw portrayal of Diyam's physical pain, psychological trauma, and the agony of being separated from her child makes these chapters profoundly moving.
• Character Growth: Diyam's resolute stance ("I am done with my marriage to Saghir") marks a major turning point in her character arc.
• Nuanced Realism: The author addresses feedback from readers regarding domestic dynamics, ensuring a balanced perspective on emotional burdens while firmly condemning severe abuse.

Conclusions

Diyam's marriage to Saghir has finally and irrevocably ended, albeit through painful circumstances involving abuse, loss, and betrayal. While she is now free from a toxic union, she faces new battles, notably fighting to reclaim her daughter Subay'a and navigating the complex disapproval of her extended family. Ultimately, these chapters reinforce the message that no societal expectation justifies remaining in a destructive and dangerous relationship.

Keywords

• Domestic Abuse
• Divorce (Talaq)
• Miscarriage
• Family Pressure
• Betrayal
• Hausa Literature

• Diyam

   

Summary

The narrative captures the dramatic culmination of Diyam and Saghir’s dysfunctional marriage. When Saghir discovers that Sadauki is the elusive "Mr. Abatcha," his long-simmering insecurities and substance abuse erupt into extreme violence. He physically assaults a pregnant Diyam, resulting in a devastating miscarriage. Blinded by rage, Saghir storms Sadauki’s office to publicly expose and humiliate him, leading to his own arrest and detention without bail under strict orders.

Left with nothing and facing mortal danger, Diyam packs her belongings with the help of her steadfast friend Fauziyya and returns to her mother's home. Her return triggers a confrontation with family elders, including Alhaji Babba and Kawu Isa, who blame Diyam for the turmoil. Amidst the chaos, Saghir arrives to formally pronounce a single talaq (divorce) and cruelly rips their young daughter, Subay'a, away from Diyam. Despite the heavy emotional toll of losing her child and facing her family's initial disapproval, Diyam stands firm in her decision to sever ties with an abusive environment permanently.

Description

These chapters serve as a powerful exploration of the psychological and physical devastation caused by forced marriages, domestic abuse, and toxic masculinity. The author paints a vivid portrait of a broken domestic sphere where societal and familial pressures constantly demand that women endure maltreatment in silence. Against this bleak backdrop, Diyam's journey highlights themes of endurance, the awakening of self-agency, and the painful transition from silent suffering to decisive liberation. The dynamic between familial expectation and personal survival is sharply contrasted, exposing the flaws in traditional systems that prioritize the preservation of a marriage over human life and dignity.

Analytics

• The Architecture of Destruction: Saghir’s character arc demonstrates how unchecked jealousy, substance abuse, and a fragile ego inevitably lead to self-destruction. His inability to separate professional rivalry from personal insecurity results in his downfall both socially and legally.
• The Evolution of Agency: Diyam's internal monologue and final resolve mark a critical shift in the narrative. She stops measuring her worth by her marriage or her family's outdated expectations, choosing instead to anchor her survival on personal boundaries and spiritual surrender.
• Societal Complicity: Through characters like Kawu Isa, Alhaji Babba, and initially Inna, the narrative analyzes how community enablers perpetuate domestic violence. Their immediate instinct to defend the patriarchal status quo underscores the systemic barriers abuse victims face when seeking refuge.
• Symbolism of Loss: The tragic loss of Diyam's pregnancy symbolizes the complete death of any remaining hope or future within her marriage to Saghir, making her physical departure not just an option, but an absolute biological and psychological necessity.