It was a rainy season in the town, and the lush green grass was everywhere, making the area look beautiful. This place was a small village, hidden with people of different backgrounds, all working in the fields. A fair-skinned man was busy cutting grass with a machete, occasionally looking at the road and three girls helping him. He stood up, holding his back in pain, wiping the sweat from his face, and asked the girls about their mother, Aishatu, who had not returned home yet. He expressed his concern about her fever and the lack of money for treatment. The girls, tired and hungry, replied that they hadn't seen their mother either. As they continued working, a beautiful young woman, about twenty-two years old, walked by, lost in her thoughts. She was called by name, and upon stopping, she exchanged pleasantries with her friend Fatima, who noticed her smile and asked if something good had happened. Amatu mentioned she had a dream that puzzled her, and Fatima encouraged her to share it later. They both decided to head back home together. As they approached their home, they were greeted by their father, who was worried about their mother. They reassured him that their mother was fine and that food was on the way. They sat under a mango tree, and Amatu wiped her tears, feeling sympathy for her father and siblings. Despite their struggles, they remained hopeful and supportive of each other.
