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18~

Nadia watched her reflection in the mirror, she caressed her face, noticing the small wrinkles that has started to form underneath her eyes. She sighed heavily, thinking of how stressed she has been lately. She stretched her arm to pick the moisturizing cream that was on the vanity table she was facing. A shining object behind the cream caught her eyes, causing her to drop the cream to pick it up.

Her heart tugged loudly in her chest when she held the round silver ring. She still had a memory of it, even though it was vague, it was exactly the same. She twirled the ring around looking for the sign, and it was right there. The abbreviation "SM" was boldly written on the inner part of the ring. This was undoubtedly the ring her Mum gifted her Dad on his fiftieth birthday. Her Mum personally customized it for her dad, and it was the only piece the company made, but why was the ring in Abdallah's room?

"Where did you get this ring from?" Nadia asked Abdallah who sat on the bed resting his back on the headboard, He turned his head from his phone which he was scrolling through to face her,

"what ring?" he asked stretching his head to see the object she was holding more clearly. Nadia stretched her hand more, so he could see it since he was a bit far from her, "ohh that ring" he said when he recognized it, "I have it since, I can't remember" he shrugged, "you can have it if you want" he declared smiling at her,

"OK" she smiled turning her face back to the mirror. How long?, from where?, she wanted to ask him all that, but she found herself only replying with an OK. She concluded that she must be over thinking things, but again 'SM' is an abbreviation for Suleiman modibbo. She didn't know why her mind wavered to Hajia Amina's words at that moment,

I can't understand why someone will want to enter their death hole willingly

Ohh you're back after your husband took mine, tell your husband to release mine

Nadia held the sides of her head tightly, she hated the direction her thoughts were going to, she was being suspicious without any solid evidence and that's prohibited in Islam. "Focus Nadia" she intended saying to herself, but it came out a bit loud,

"are you fine?" Abdallah asked concernedly behind her,

"yes I'm" she replied without turning to his direction, she gave a nervous chuckle before applying the moisturizing cream on her face.

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Nadia opened the large door in the entrance of the modibbo's household hurriedly. She can't wait to see her uncle, who has just been released after he was held hostage for a week. Immediately Basma informed her of his release, she didn't waste any second before finding her way to the house.

"Baba talk to me, say something at least" Nadia heard basma say from where she was standing behind them. Basma, aliyah, Hajia Amina and Alhaji Umar were all seated in the living room, they all had their attention turned towards Alhaji umar.

"salam alaykum" Nadia uttered slowly ambulating towards them, she bent her head respectfully towards Hajia Amina who totally ignored her.

"Baba" she said squatting in front of Alhaji Umar, he raised his head slowly before holding her hands which she kept on her knees,

"I'm sorry my daughter" he cried, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that no matter what, I shouldn't" he cried profusely, the room was silent with only Alhaji Umar cries sounding.

Nadia had no idea of what she could do, seeing a grown up crying hardly isn't something that happens frequently. He held her hand, crying continuously until Hajia Amina intervened.