Bakar Shaawa Complete Books

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She rushed over and wrapped her arms around her body. "My Mommy, I'm back! I miss you so much. I know you do too, right?" She spoke in a whiny, spoiled tone, leaning her weight against Mommy's shoulder.

The woman called Mommy smiled, putting her phone aside and pulling her in close. "My daughter, when did you get back? You didn't even let me know you were on your way! I would have arranged a special welcoming party for you," she said, her face radiating happiness.

"Uhm, Mommy, I wanted to surprise you, you see? If I had announced it, it wouldn't have been a surprise anymore, right?" She said, adjusting her posture.

"But still, just for the sake of a surprise, you refused to tell anyone? So who brought you from the airport?" Mommy asked, noticing the house helps walking in with a luggage bag.

"Mommy!! Really?" She drew out the word in a peculiar tone. "Well, while I was still away, I already bought a car and transferred money for everything. He is the one who bought it, and they brought it to the airport for me, so I just drove straight home."

"But..."

"But what, Mommy? Please calm down, okay? I'm fine now. Where is Daddy?" she asked, cutting off what Mommy was about to say. She knew it would lead to an endless lecture about traveling back without informing anyone.

"Daddy isn't around; he went to work, but you'll see him soon enough. Now, get up and go inside, take a bath, and change your clothes. I know you're exhausted and probably hungry. When you're done, come back downstairs; food is waiting for you."

"Okay, Mommy." Saying that, she stood up and headed upstairs, walking with slow, delicate steps as if she didn't want to disturb the floor beneath her...

Like shattered pieces of ice, Inty and Aimanah froze in their tracks, unable to even take a proper breath. Overwhelmed by panic and terror, they knew that today their skin was cooked; they would rather choose music and studies over what was coming.

"A contempt for me has come between me and you—when I was speaking, did you both just stand there like you were planted in the ground?" he shouted, turning around as if he was about to come down from his balcony. With terrifying speed, they bolted into the parlor, certain that if he reached them first, they wouldn't even be able to imagine what he would do.

Here is what had happened earlier: Mami had called him to inform him of the girls' actions while he was right in the middle of work. He hated being interrupted when focused on a task, but he had no choice since he couldn't disobey Mami's directive. After finishing his work, he got dressed, and just as he picked up his phone while talking, he walked toward his bedroom balcony, which overlooked the compound courtyard. From there, he witnessed everything Dagori said from start to finish with his own eyes. He had simply watched their frantic running, knowing full well she would do exactly what she claimed.

His blood was boiling with anger, and seeing Inty and Aimanah trying to escape made him even more furious.

Just as they tumbled into the parlor, Innaya was stepping out of the kitchen holding a cup. They rushed over and hid right behind her.

"Hey, what is wrong with you two, running in here like you're about to knock me down? You know I hate this stupid game of yours!" Innaya complained, trying to walk past them, but they grabbed onto her tightly, stammering:

"Please, Innaya, save us! Wallahi, we know he's going to beat us today! It's not our fault, wall..."

Their words cut short as they saw him walking down, his eyes glowing red. Despite the powerful air conditioning in the parlor, sweat was pouring off them in sheets out of sheer dread.

Leaving Inty and her crew behind, Dagori walked into the parlor, headed toward her room, but then changed direction toward the kitchen. Entering, she ignored Binta and the other cooks—who equally ignored her—opened the freezer, grabbed an Exotic juice bottle, and a container of fried chicken before walking out. Abida shot her a sideways glance filled with pure hatred.

Straight to her room she went, tossing her bag and veil onto the bed, kicking off her shoes, and flopping down comfortably to feast.

"Oh, the luxury of the city! Back in Ruga, who would ever let me enjoy eating meat and boxed juice like this? Turns out there are even boxed drinks I didn't even know about! And by God, they taste even better than the bottled ones! Wallahi, I have settled here permanently—a co-wife has divorced her worries!" She laughed out loud as she said this.

"Oh yeah, come out here before I come get you, and you know you'll regret it!" he shouted, unbuckling his belt.

They burst into loud, wailing cries. "Oh me, Aminatu! What is going on here? Hey, Namesake of Malam, what did they do to you?" Innaya asked, rushing over and setting her cup down. But he completely ignored her. Instead, Aimanah, crying and sniffling, explained everything that had happened from start to finish while he listened.

"Uhm, I already knew something like this was coming—they've gone to steal a madwoman's wrapper! But what do these two have to do with it, that you're about to beat them up? Such cruelty! If someone commits a crime, punish the one who actually did it. Mai Suna is the one at fault here, so go discipline her, but leave these two alone—you are not laying a hand on them!" Innaya declared, stepping in front of Inty and Aimanah to shield them as he moved to grab them.

"No, Innaya, they share the blame too! Didn't you hear they were trying to run away? Who knows, maybe they lied to her just because they saw she wasn't around? Or even if it's true, they should have warned her of the consequences instead of letting her go," Mami said, walking down the stairs after hearing the commotion from above.

"Asiya, you just always want to bend the truth! Whatever they say Mai Suna did, I know she definitely did it because she's never up to any good. But you judge the living, not the dead—at least call her out here first," Innaya retorted. Just then, Dagori walked out holding her empty chicken container and the empty Exotic bottle she had just finished gulping down.

"Innaya, is everything alright? Why are you all standing around like statues? And I thought I heard someone calling my name," Dagori asked, looking at Innaya, completely oblivious to Asad standing nearby and glaring at her with murderous eyes, trying to figure out what punishment was severe enough for her.

"Look at this shameless village girl! You pretend like you don't even know what you've done? Now, who gave you the permission to wait outside for Asad to take you shopping so you can benefit, and then come back here hurling insults, refusing to answer anyone when questioned? Answer me!"

Dagori looked at Innaya, who was fiercely backing this stance, completely convinced she had done nothing wrong. She adjusted her posture before replying, "Yes, that's what happened, Innaya! I don't like being played with or disrespected. If it were Ya Ashraf, wallahi we wouldn't even spend one minute before he'd come out and take us. But this one..." she gestured toward Asad, noticing him only now after Innaya's prompt, "...leaves us standing outside like washed clothes for hours! I can't just stand around! Just like he considers himself Abbi's son, I am his daughter too—Abbi is my father! Therefore, all this nonsense..."

She never got to finish her sentence because a flash of light hit her face—nothing less than a resounding, blistering slap from Asad. Before she could recover from the agonizing world of that slap, she felt the stinging impact of a belt lashing her body from every direction.

She let out a piercing shriek, crying out, "Woyyo Allah na! I am finished! People, save me, by God I can't see, they are going to kill me..."

That was all she could shout as she hit the floor, rolling around.

"That's it, Asadu, teach her a lesson! Whip her well so she can finally come to her senses," Innaya cheered him on, fueling the fire.

Dagori, realizing what was happening and seeing he had no intention of stopping the beating, decided to pull off her fake-spirit possession act just like she used to do, hoping to save her life since she could tell he genuinely intended to kill her this time...

Rising from the floor where she lay, she arched her back. Despite the lingering pain and agony of the beating, she altered her voice and chanted:

"Hhhhhh Yiiiiii! We have been disturbed, uhummmm! Stop hitting our knee! Today you have dug up the knife meant to slit a throat; you have struck a blow against the granddaughter of the King of Worldly Jinns! Hhhhhhhh Asad, your wandering days are over! Hunger and thirst have seized us, we haven't tasted human blood in so long, today we will drink your blood and feast on your meat... while your bones will be handed over to Agataburus, who we know will gladly accept them and grant us favor, hhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

She burst into a wild, echoing laughter that reverberated through the entire parlor.

Asad stood frozen, staring at her like an owl, assuming she had completely lost her mind.

With frantic speed, Mami rushed over, grabbing Asad's arm and pleading, "Please, have mercy! Wallahi it's a mistake, she's just a child. Forgive her, she won't repeat this recklessness—children are a trial! I am begging you, please let it go." Sweat poured down her face because to Mami, nothing in the world mattered more than her children; she couldn't bear any harm coming to them, regardless of who was involved.

Asad stared at Mami in utter confusion, completely bewildered by her frantic reaction.

"Mtsssss, aikin burr like a fart—what's flour got to do with a break? Do you people actually think you have power over human beings besides God? Only the Almighty holds that power! Even when you think you're casting jinn or curses on people and it affects them, know that it only happens by God's permission. You don't have the power to cause or prevent anything; that is God's power alone, not yours! So do whatever you want!" Innaya scoffed, glaring at Dagori, who was writhing on the floor like a snake.

"Hey! Old woman, watch your tongue!" Dagori shouted in her normal voice, realizing Innaya was about to ruin her act.

Entering deeper confusion, Asad asked, "What does all this even mean?"

"Come on, Asad, just forgive them, okay?" Mami pleaded.

Asad looked at Mami, completely lost. "Mami, who are you talking to? Who am I supposed to forgive?" he asked earnestly, unable to make sense of their words.

"You're asking? The jins, of course!"

He gave Innaya a blank stare. "Jins? Are they visible? Where are they supposed to be?"

Innaya pointed a finger at where Dagori was groaning like a camel on the floor. "Right there! Those are the jins and your younger sister, and they are the ones commanding her. Your beating offended them, that's why they manifested!"

Asad let out a mocking, cynical laugh—a rare occurrence that took a lot to trigger.

Aimanah and the others backed away slowly, knowing that whenever he laughed like that, trouble was looming.

"Well, today they are going to get out of her body the hard way!" Asad said, rolling up his sleeves.

"No, discipline them instead of Mai Suna! I won't stop you from beating them mercilessly—it's sheer wickedness to torment a young girl like that, and out of all bodies, they chose my granddaughter's body!" Innaya egged him on further.

Hearing this, panic gripped Dagori's stomach. Earlier, when she thought he knew it was just her, it was bad enough; now that he believed she was possessed by jins, she knew he wouldn't hold back at all. She instantly regretted summoning her fake jins—she had thought she would pull off a clever trick just like she did with Ashraf, not realizing she was walking straight into a slaughterhouse. What kind of misfortune led her to this? Her cunning plan to discipline him using fake spirit possessions had completely backfired, and now she was paying the ultimate price.

Before she could dwell on her regret, the stinging lashes of the belt rained down on her body from all directions.

Mami backed away, knowing that once Asad lost his temper completely, he saw no one and could direct his fury at anyone in his path.

Dagori shrieked for help, but no one intervened, everyone fully convinced the jins were the ones suffering.

"People, are you just going to watch me get killed?!"

"Asadu, son of Malam, keep beating them—that's how they act when they suffer!" Innaya encouraged, genuinely believing the jins were the ones feeling the pain. But then they heard Dagori screaming:

"Innaya, what did I ever do to you?! By God, I am Dagori, not a jins! Please help me, rescue me from this madman, or by God you'll all be holding a funeral for me!"

She pleaded tearfully, her voice cracking from exhaustion. Yet, as if deaf to all her pleas and weeping, Asad continued relentlessly, completely blinded by unbridled rage.

Dagori went from screaming and struggling to eventually going completely limp and motionless...

Two weeks later.

Standing at the doorway in her neat school uniform, she looked exceptionally smart. In her hand, she held a beautiful lunch box, flashing smiles. Today marked two weeks since she started school. Getting her enrolled had been an epic battle, requiring intense lobbying before she was admitted into Primary 2. Upon testing, she knew practically nothing—she couldn't even spell her own name, let alone speak a word of English.

After surviving the brutal beating from Asad and spending days recovering in bed while her body healed, her attitude toward him had cooled down significantly on the surface, but deep inside her heart, she harbored a burning vow to exact revenge someday.

Ever since that beating, she had avoided crossing paths with him entirely. Of all faces on earth, his was the one she despised seeing the most. If not for her underlying hidden agenda, that beating would have driven her to demand to be sent back to Ruga immediately, but she simply couldn't bear to part ways with the luxuries of city life.

The girls walked out together, almost bumping into each other. "Hey Sis, are you just standing here right in the middle of the doorway?" Inty asked, adjusting her schoolbag strap.

Instead of answering, Dagori fired back, "You guys take forever! What on earth are you waiting for every time before coming out?"

"Ah, Sis, you're a newcomer, so you'll soon learn why. Our shoelaces snapped," Inty laughed.

"You can say that again! I can never understand her—when it's time to go out, she's all excited, but right after a break, she goes totally silent, and then she's excited again when it's time to come back home," Aimanah added.

"Innalillahi! Are you coming with me or am I leaving while you finish up this endless chatter?" she snapped, her eyes fixed on the door as it swung open, her face immediately breaking into a wide smile as she saw who was stepping out.

"Abbi, good morning!" she greeted, dropping into a deep, elaborate bow—a newly adopted style of extreme politeness she had recently invented.

He smiled back. "Morning, schoolgirl. How is your studies going? I hope you're paying attention?" She lowered her head, gently touching her forehead.

"Hmm, Abbi, wallahi Sis is not paying attention at all! If anything, every single day she picks fights with her classmates and bullies them. You know she's older than most of them..."

"Hey Inty, did I ask you? Let the person I asked give me her answer," Abbi interrupted Inty, who had jumped in eagerly.

"No, just leave them, Abbi. Those ill-mannered kids don't appreciate the truth. Did you ask them why I beat them up? They lack manners, discipline, and respect for elders! That's why I'm teaching them proper behavior and correcting their ways."

Abbi could barely hold back his laughter at her absolute conviction that she was doing charitable social work by disciplining children.

"Alright, Mai Babban Suna, what I want you to do is stop beating other people's children, you hear me? If they offend you, report to your Aunty. It's wrong to take the law into your own hands when there are elders around."

Abbi delivered the advice using a diplomatic, mature tone meant for her to absorb. But with our stubborn heroine, it was like fat on an ear. Instead, she argued:

"Abbi, by God, they are just kids, but my heart simply cannot tolerate their nonsense! How can I be older than all of them yet they refuse to show me respect? Abbi, you really need to look into this matter."

"I hear you, but you must also follow my instructions if you want those younger than you to respect you and do what you want," Abbi said, watching her reaction closely as he realized his previous advice had gone in one ear and out the other.

She stayed silent, and seeing that, Abbi assumed she had digested his words. "Alright then, you can be on your way so you don't get late." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out chocolates, handing them to everyone—giving Dagori a larger share than Aimanah and Inty.

Her face instantly lit up. "Thank you so much, Abbi! May God reward you with a palace in Paradise."

Smiling, he accepted her prayers with an "Amin," and the girls climbed into the car as the driver drove them off to school.

Asad sat inside his magnificent office—one so luxurious that anyone stepping in would never guess it was located in Nigeria. Dressed in his usual smart-casual wear, he sat skillfully operating his supercomputer. Ever since arriving back in Nigeria, he hadn't known a moment of rest, juggling one task after another. One glance at him made it obvious that he had lost weight and looked slightly fatigued.

He heard the doorknob turn—possessing exceptionally sharp hearing, he picked up even the slightest movement—yet he didn't look up from his screen. The familiar fragrance wafting into the room told him instantly who had entered. He closed his eyes briefly behind his tinted glasses and clenched his jaw.

Walking with confident, haughty strides, the clicking of her heels echoed straight into his brain—a sound he detested because noise and disruption grated on his nerves. She walked over to the two guest chairs and took a seat, knowing fully well he wouldn't offer her one, as hospitality wasn't his strongest trait.

"Now, that's what you should do—at least you should know I'm staying over there, yet you traveled without letting me know? But that's not even my main worry; what hurts is that ever since you arrived, not a single call, let alone a message! Please, my soulmate, tell me if I did something wrong. Wallahi, I won't do it again, okay?"

She pleaded, pressing her palms together in a gesture of apology. Before she knew it, hot tears began rolling down her cheeks like teardrops...

Comprehensive Summary

This section of Daga Ruga Nake covers a comedic yet intense sequence of events, followed by a time-skip into Dagori's new school life and the reappearance of external romance:

• The Fake Spirit Possession: Trapped under Asad's brutal belt lashes, Dagori desperately resorts to her old trick—pretending to be possessed by powerful Jins ("the granddaughter of the King of Worldly Jinns") to scare her abusers into stopping.
• Innaya's Misguided Support: While Mami panics and tries to beg Asad for mercy, Innaya completely misinterprets the situation. Believing the Jins are the ones suffering under Asad's discipline, Innaya egged him on, much to Dagori's horror as she realizes her trick has backfired disastrously, resulting in her passing out from the thorough beating.
• Two Weeks Later (School Life): A time-skip reveals Dagori enrolled in Primary 2. Despite knowing virtually nothing (unable to write her name or speak English), she takes her self-appointed role as an enforcer of discipline very seriously, beating unruly classmates and justifying it to a highly amused Abbi. Abbi gently advises her, though she remains unapologetically headstrong.
• Asad’s Overworked State: Asad is shown deep in work inside his ultra-modern office, visibly leaner and perpetually busy.
• The Mystery Visitor: A glamorous, romantic interest visits Asad's office, complaining tearfully about his abrupt travels and lack of communication, setting up a new dynamic of tension.

Detailed Analytics & Character Insights

1. Narrative Techniques & Humor

• Dark Comedy & Irony: Dagori's attempt to fake a demonic possession to save herself from Asad is a masterclass in situational irony. Her plan backfires because Innaya's superstitious backing encourages Asad to beat the "spirits" out of her even harder, leading to an uproariously funny yet painful consequence.
• Character Adaptation: Dagori's transition from captivity to school life shows her incredible resilience. Despite her clash with urban culture, she adapts by weaponizing her age and physical seniority over younger classmates.

2. Character Dynamics

Thematic Elements

• The Illusion of Control: Dagori constantly tries to manipulate situations using cunning tricks (like the fake Jins), only for reality to crash down on her. This highlights the theme that cleverness without foundational wisdom often leads to self-inflicted pain.
• Domestic Integration: Dagori is slowly becoming institutionalized into the family structure—going to school, interacting with Abbi, and receiving allowances—even as she plots her fictional revenge, signaling her permanent transition from the village (Ruga) to elite urban society.