She was walking quickly, looking around to avoid being seen by anyone, whether familiar or not. It was one of the conditions of the task that had become a burden for her: no delays and no being seen while executing the task. At exactly 12:50 PM, she arrived at the door of a modest house. The house was made of mud but plastered with cement. She pushed the small door and entered, closing it behind her as usual. She leaned against the wall, catching her breath, and kept repeating two words that were the reason for her visit this time. She heard a voice from above, saying, "I'm listening." She was used to his manner; initially, she was scared, but now she was accustomed to it. The only thing that frightened her was his threats, as he knew her weakness and used it against her. He spoke in a grumpy tone, asking her to speak as he had things to do. She mentioned that she had overheard a conversation but only caught two words: *M K* and *G Z J*. He repeated the words to himself before saying, "Okay, no problem. I will be away for two weeks. Make sure you gather all the information about these words before I return. One mistake, and it will be Muhammad's last breath. You know I can do it." She quickly nodded and promised to be careful. He pointed to the exit, and without another word, she left the house. She calmed herself and started walking. When she reached the main road, she found a ride. She was lost in thought when the driver asked where she was headed. She sighed deeply and said, "Jaune cadre." Without another word, he drove off. They stopped in front of a grand house, which was impressive both inside and out. She gave the driver 1000f (1k) and didn't wait for the change. She started knocking on the door, which was a sight to behold. Baba Habu, the gatekeeper, peeked through the small door to see who it was. Seeing it was the lady of the house, he quickly stepped aside, greeting her respectfully. She walked in, responding politely, her mind on her husband's car. She thought to herself, "He has beaten me home again." She pushed the living room door open, greeting as she entered. As usual, he was sitting on a two-seater, busy with his phone. He always prioritized his phone over his laptop for some reason. His head was down, but he noticed when she entered. He asked where she had been in a harsh tone. She sat next to him, greeting him. She had already planned what to say, as usual. She explained that she had gone to Murja's house to give her headache medicine because she was unwell and had no one to send. She had tried calling him, but his phone was unreachable, so she went herself. She said she would tell him when he returned. She ended her explanation with a smile. He just stared at her, not blinking, surprised at how she could craft a story so well that it seemed true. He wished Murja a speedy recovery and said he was hungry, asking for food. She replied, "Food? Shouldn't you take a bath first? Yesterday, you said you would eat before bathing, but after eating, you said you were too tired to bathe. You want to become dirty later. I don't agree; you weren't like this before." She spoke in a playful tone, and he just looked at her until she fell silent. He gently pulled her nose and said, "You argue too much, Sayyada Mariam. It's not a small matter to you. I'm really hungry." He stretched his hands back and said, "I didn't cook. You see, going to Murja's house didn't allow me to cook." She finished her sentence playfully. He looked pitiful and said, "Oh, my wife, I was just joking. I know the kind of wife I have. You are the type of woman whose husband wouldn't break a vow even if he swore by God. I hope Allah keeps us together until Jannatul-Firdaussi." She said "Ameen" in her heart, as she had already started thinking about her husband's matter. She felt happy with his praise, knowing he was different. He knew how to live his life without troubling anyone, even though he had weaknesses in modern education and could be hot-tempered sometimes. He was very intelligent, and even if he didn't help her in education, she would use his intelligence, wisdom, and masculinity since she couldn't do everything alone. She needed a helper. She knew that if he had been educated, he would have been a genius. He had a sharp mind and quick memory. She was confident she would succeed in her plans if she used him in her current endeavor. Seeing she was deep in thought, he touched her face with two fingers, bringing her back to reality. He asked if she was okay, noticing she had been lost in thought for the past two days. She sighed and looked at him, saying, "Nothing, I was just thinking about your kindness to me, my brother. May Allah reward you and bless your affairs and everything you set your mind to. May Allah have mercy on our predecessors and forgive them." He thanked her, calling her "wife of paradise," and said she had made him lose his appetite. She quickly said, "No, my brother, get up and eat. It's almost time for the Dhuhr prayer." She stood up, and he followed her, laughing as they headed to the dining table. She pulled out a chair for him to sit and started serving the food. Before she could do much, he had already opened the pot, and the aroma filled his nose. He exclaimed, "Oh my God," as if he had seen something other than his favorite rice dish. She had made it so well that it seemed impossible not to eat it all. The other pot had a delicious fish stew. He said aloud, "Mariam is different," looking at her. She placed the plates and sat next to him, pouring water into cups. She said, "Bismillah, my dear, eat. Time is running out," pointing to the clock on the wall. He smiled, and they started eating together. After they finished, she cleared the dishes and took them to the kitchen. When she returned, he was not there, knowing he had gone to his room to get ready for the Dhuhr prayer. She went to her room to perform ablution. As she came out of the bathroom, she saw him leaving through the front of her room, heading to the mosque. She hadn't closed her door, as one had to pass through her room to get to his. She peeked out and said, "Please pray for us." He replied, "Okay, insha Allah," smiling as he left the living room. She knew if he stopped by, he would miss the congregation. She went back to her room to perform her prayer.