Two girls were walking calmly, and you could tell they were no more than eighteen years old. One was dressed in an Islamic school uniform and had slightly dark skin. She slowly turned to look at her friend, who was wearing home clothes without a uniform, just a long hijab that reached the ground. The color of the hijab was gray, which beautifully complemented her fair skin, and you could see that relaxation and comfort permeated her skin.

Jiddah said, "MAWAHIB, please call them for us, for God's sake."

Slowly, she turned her big, sleepy eyes to her friend and asked, "What do you mean, Jiddah?"

The one called Jiddah replied, "I swear we are talking about Hassan and Hussain from our house. I said that all the youth in this neighborhood are prophets, and they told me that your brother ASHRAF is also a prophet. I said he is not a prophet; he is just your brother because since I have been with you, and no matter how much I have been friends with you, you have never told me that you have prophets in your house."

She frowned, her beautiful face adorned with eyebrows showing her dislike for the conversation, then moved her small pink mouth and said, "They are prophets; the other one doesn't come often, that's why you don't know him. Don't you know your brother Ashraf? The other one is just like him; the way you see your brother Ashraf is how he is. He is always struggling with his uniform; there is no difference in appearance; everything about them is the same. Even I, when they both meet, I can't tell them apart because they wear the same thing; it's just their character that differs."

In surprise, Jiddah said, "So there are adult male prophets like your brother Ashraf? But Mawahib, you have never told me about him."

Quickly, Mawahib replied, "What connection do I have with him that I should tell you about him? This unbeliever, I don't care about him. His character is the same as their mother's; however you think of him, it surpasses that. His mischief is too much; he has no charm. Just let me tell you that I hate him. Since the day I made a mistake and he punished me, from that day I have hated him again."

Quickly, Jiddah widened her eyes (😳) and said, "You mean there are two of them?"

Confirming, Mawahib said, "Yes, indeed. I was sitting when Yaya Ashraf came and told me to go fix their room. Apparently, he was coming back from Abuja, and I didn't know when he would return. After I finished fixing, I lay down on their bed and rested my head on a soft pillow. I didn't know when sleep took me. When he returned, he found me where he was lying, and I had rested my head on his pillow, which made him angry. When he grabbed my hair, I didn't know when I screamed. He put my head in their toilet sink and turned on the water. I know he put me in the water, but after that, I didn't know where my head was anymore. I only woke up to find myself lying on my bed."

In shock, Jiddah said, "Indeed, my God... but didn't your father say anything?"