A bus carrying people entered the airport premises in Abuja. The driver slammed the brakes hard, causing the passengers in the bus to shout in alarm. 'Come on, sir, you should drive slowly; you are carrying lives, not animals. This reckless driving is pointless,' one of the women seated spoke up.

In anger, the driver turned around, his mouth almost foaming with rage as he began to speak, 'Madam, please forgive me, this is how I drive; if I don't hurry, you will miss your flight.' The woman fell silent, realizing the driver would not be reasonable, while he continued to respond and turned towards the one who had overtaken him.

In a typical outburst, the bus driver began cursing before he turned and started looking for a parking spot.

'Oh my God,' a girl sitting at the back of the bus lifted her head, which she had buried between her knees due to the sudden brake the bus driver applied, which coincided with her hitting her head against the hard back of the seat in front of her. She was wearing a green hijab like everyone else in the bus, except for the face mask she had on her face.

I couldn't discern the features of her face due to the mask, but her eyes, which were wide open and had turned very red, were strikingly captivating because the pupils of her eyes were bright like a cloud, what are known as hazel eyes.

She had a full figure that assured me she would be very attractive, and the woman next to her kept looking at her, wondering about the crying she had been doing since they boarded the bus.

Only God knows what is in the girl's heart because of how she was crying softly as if her soul would leave her body.

Her heart felt heavy like a stone, her life was becoming more burdensome, and her emotions were not responding to anything because of how she felt inside her heart.
Whenever she remembered certain things, tears would flow from her eyes uncontrollably; there was nothing she could do at that moment except pity herself, the strength of her faith was the only thing that made her swallow all the pain that was lodged in her heart.

The questions she was asking herself between yesterday and today were numerous, and there was no one to answer her, what troubled her the most was whether she had some shame? Or was she an orphan? She kept asking herself countless times, but knowing that she did not know what 'enci' meant made her confused about the things happening in her life now and in the past when she began to gain her consciousness.

The driver parked and got out, opening the bus doors one by one; the men inside the bus began to disembark before the women, each of them dressed in green hijabs like a uniform, with a bag slung over their shoulders, coming out in a line as if they would never end, as there were almost fifteen of them.

They formed a line, each with wide eyes, the women were numerous as they would total about ten, and you could tell some of them were brought from the village, along with a few older women, not exceeding three, and five men.