It was around eleven o'clock in the morning (11:00 am) when the sun came out, shining brightly due to the hot weather. The noise I heard made me head to the house to get a report. The house was a standard block building, with a red-painted iron door that had turned brown due to rust from the rain. People were sitting in a small shed next to the house, which was built right next to a tree outside. A single glance at the people would confirm they were not good, as their appearance clearly revealed their drug habits, along with the noise and commotion indicating someone was being beaten. I headed straight into the house to see who was making the noise, and surprisingly, it was a beautiful woman who looked to be around 32-34 years old, along with a girl of about 10 years. The man was beating them, and a single look would confirm that he was not alone; it was evident that he was the girl's father, the husband of the woman. There was no hesitation, as if he had been given a contract to do so, while Mamah had nothing but tears. Zahrah, on the other hand, was not silent as she fought back against everything he was doing to her. "I swear we will never forgive you, you wicked and cruel man!" Filled with amazement, the man, who looked to be no more than 45 years old, stared at the girl with his mouth agape. I was familiar with Zahrah's lack of shame, but I didn't expect her to go this far. Now, he was old and shameless, and she was pouring out her lack of shame on him. (If I say I am old here, after all, you don't even have your dignity.) Seeing his silence grow too much, she wiped the tears from her face and shot him a disdainful look. "I swear Kawu, you will never enter paradise unless you repent; we have not wronged you in any way, yet you are beating us. I swear Allah will reward us..." Before she could finish what she intended to say, she felt a hand cover her mouth; she was not surprised because that was Mamah's usual behavior. After all, Kawu had done them no wrong, yet he was beating them, but she couldn't do anything; she was trying to act, but was stopped. This is indeed a situation where you are prevented from crying. "Zahrah, why are you so foolish? Hey!! He is your uncle you are insulting!" She said while pulling Zahrah's hand towards her room. Kawu, filled with amazement at Zahrah, could not do anything until they went inside, then he managed to leave the house, heading towards the shed at the front of the house, his mind troubled. Tears were streaming down Zahrah's face as Mamah smiled slightly, feeling regret for the situation she had put herself in. Slowly, she began to speak in a soft voice that carried a hint of sorrow. "Oh Zahrah! When will you change your ways?" She finished while following her with a suspicious look. Zahrah pouted her small lips and then looked at Mamah. "Oh Mamah, when will you find freedom in this house! You know Kawu does not love us, so why does he beat us like his slaves? I swear Mamah, I will not allow him to continue oppressing you! That's all. She finished, pouting her lips as if she were in front of Kawu. Mamah felt cold at Zahrah's words; Zahrah was still a girl, but when she spoke, she spoke with such authority that she would not let anyone ruin her marriage. Zahrah had no patience, but she had taken it upon herself to change with God's permission. After they finished crying, Mamah further drew Zahrah's attention to the mischief she was engaging in. "Zahrah, you are still a girl, but I will continue to show you the way for the future; without me, you will suffer greatly." Zahrah, completely dismissing Mamah's words, nodded her head and then stood up to head for the door. "Mamah, I am going to play at Amira's house." Mamah, with a prayer, followed her daughter and then got up to finish the laundry that had been brought to her in the evening before heading to the market. On Kawu's side, in anger, he headed towards the shed at the entrance of his house as if he had received a death message. The people sitting in the shed burst into a wild laughter, clapping their hands... Kawu shot them a disdainful look, glaring at them like a monster, causing them to stop. "Oh Ale Idrisu, don't embarrass us, Manah! You said you would chase them out, and I see you have returned."