In the four years of their marriage, they had never encountered any problems because Safiyya was a patient and tolerant woman, especially regarding the man she deeply loved. He, too, was not lacking in any way; he fulfilled all their responsibilities, including those of their children, and he deeply loved his wife. He was a government worker who had been working for about ten years. Given the changing world, he also imported computers from India to sell in Nigeria. Therefore, they lived comfortably with their two children, Usman, whom they called Nurain, who was three years old, and Khadija, whom they called Nana, who was one and a half years old.

After finishing his breakfast, he got ready as usual and left for work, leaving her and the children at home since none of them were attending school. She quickly bathed the children, carried Nana on her back, and handed Nurain to her sister Hamida, who was visiting them. After about an hour and a half of sleep with Nana, she woke up and went to the kitchen. If he didn't take lunch with him, he usually came home after the noon prayer to eat, and if he had something else to do, he would go out again. So, she quickly finished everything and prepared lunch.

They were sitting in the living room watching NTA Hausa while eating. She was eating from her plate while Hamida was feeding Nurain. Her phone rang from the kitchen. Before she could say anything, Hamida got up and brought her the phone from the kitchen, where she had forgotten it. She answered the call with a greeting and listened attentively. Even though she didn't recognize the number, she picked up the call; it was Mustafa, Abban Nurain's friend and colleague.

Before they could exchange pleasantries, he said, 'Do you recognize me, Safiyya? By Allah, my friend had a minor accident, and we are now at the emergency room of Nassarawa Hospital. He insisted that I call you to inform you, but don't worry too much; he just got a little hurt and is a bit shaken. The doctor is attending to him now.'

'Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi rajiun, Subhanallah, I'll come right away.'

Mustafa was trying to tell her to stay put and that he would call her if necessary, but she didn't listen. She threw the phone on the couch without ending the call. She got up and told Hamida, pointing to Nana, 'Hold her for me; their father had an accident and is in the hospital. I'll go and see him.'

Before Hamida could respond, she hurried to the room. She put on her hijab and took her handbag. She stood in the middle of the room checking her bag; she had no money except for two hundred naira, which he had given her the day before yesterday to buy a recharge card for WhatsApp data. She took out the two hundred naira, calculated in her mind, and confirmed it would be enough to get her to Nassarawa Hospital. She put it back in her bag.

She went to the living room, bid Hamida farewell, and left. When she arrived, she found Mustafa in the waiting area, who informed her that Mukhtar had been taken inside. She found a place to sit and started praying that he was conscious. She wanted to call his family to inform his mother but decided to wait until she saw him to assess his condition.

After a short while, Mustafa was called in, and she quickly followed him to the doctor's room. Mukhtar was lying on the examination bed with his eyes closed as if he was sleeping, while two doctors and a nurse stood by him. The doctor looked at Mustafa and asked, 'Are you the one who brought him in?' He nodded affirmatively. The doctor said, 'We haven't found any major issues, just a slight shock and a bruise on his right hand. We have given him an injection, and he is now asleep. We will transfer him on this bed to get an X-ray of his hand, and then we will show you a room. If the X-ray shows no issues and he is stable, we will discharge him tomorrow.'

'Okay, doctor, thank you.'

He responded while the nurse connected them with another staff member who wheeled Mukhtar on the bed to the X-ray room. Mustafa paid for everything, and after they were given a room, Safiyya called his brother Saifullahi to inform him of their situation.

When it was late afternoon, she called Hamida to tell her to lock the house and take the children to their mother's house and that she would call in the morning. They stayed with Saifullahi and another brother, Aminu, until nightfall. Mukhtar woke up once to eat a little before going back to sleep. After performing the night prayer at the hospital mosque, they returned to the room and found her still there. Mukhtar was still sleeping. Saifullahi looked at her and said, 'Aunty Safiyya, let's go home; Aminu will stay with him.'