Before the beginning
Nigeria (Kaduna state 2005)
Hayin Rigasa is a neighborhood of the less privileged, with elders and good teachers in this area. It is very dark at night, making it hard to see anyone due to the darkness and the distance of the night from the melting town. Around twelve o'clock at night, a napep (a type of motorcycle taxi) stopped at the roadside while a woman came out holding her scarf, and since her descent, all you could hear was her chewing gum. "Well, young man, thank you," she concluded her statement while handing over her fare to the driver. The driver looked at her, smirking, and said, "Isn't it true that your father's house is in this neighborhood, but you are engaging in prostitution? Honestly, your parents, even if I don't know them, must regret your coming into this world. May God bless and guide you, but I will not accept your money for fornication!"

Lantana gave him a look from top to bottom before saying, "God help this boy, anyone who sees him can tell the fate of his life. Go, my money is not for you; in the morning, I will buy food from the market. Mtswwwww!" The long-sighing driver said, "If you keep challenging fate, inshallah, now you are beginning to see, you are uncultured." Before Lantana could say anything else, he had already driven off from where she stood. The insolent boy, even if I don't know, I know your parents are not proud of you, lost child. She adjusted her bag, which contained nothing but a piece of meat and a small amount of money that a rich man had given her. Slowly, she turned on her baby Nokia phone light and began to cross the street towards her father's house. As she crossed a corner, she noticed a light that dazzled her eyes, and she stopped, filled with the kind of fear and anxiety typical of street prostitutes who lack education, especially those from Mahammadiya, holding her waist and saying, "What kind of wicked person is killing people in broad daylight?" She spoke loudly, filled with a response. She saw a car reversing, preparing to leave the street. Lantana sighed deeply and said, "So they have come, indeed, rich people like this will invade this poor neighborhood, and all they can do is gossip and hypocrisy. You stay at home, and at 35, you are still unmarried, going out to seek a job that will cover your shame as a prostitute. That is why I remain a prostitute; nothing bothers me as long as I am getting by."

All this talk was clear, and she continued on her way. Bumsssss! She bumped into a large bag that felt like it contained meat. What is this? Miwwwww! She let out a cry like that of a cat. These boys on the street are thieves, now their deeds have surpassed even the devil's, they are even catching magicians? Humm, could it be the boys from Malam Babagana's house, because they often roam around his farm? She reached out to open the bag, where she found another large white bag sealed, blood trailing from the bag. No, honestly, these children on this street, may God take us safely, for I have been called to warn them, this disaster will befall us. She saw the bag tightly sealed, and when she opened it, she found bandages covering everything from the beginning to the end. Her body began to tremble, realizing that without a doubt, it was a baby. She screamed, saying, "La'ilah ha'illallah!" as she unwrapped the bandage and turned to look at the car that had left the street, which without a doubt had dropped this baby. The light from her phone illuminated the girl's face as she uncovered something white that covered the girl's eyes. The girl took a deep breath and let out a cry of a newborn. The light from Lantana's phone was the only thing she could see at that moment, and this was the beginning of my fate, Aysha Farida.

Seeing the baby or even touching her was not done, let alone cutting the umbilical cord; thus, bathing in blood and the dirt of the mother's womb made Lantana run to pick up the girl, leaving everything behind to follow the car. She ran, something she had never done in her life, in her voice filled with anguish and anger, she shouted, "You stop, wicked people who do not know the value of a human being! You stop...!"