An old man sat watching two girls, one about eighteen and the other around seventeen, while a young man, who appeared to be the eldest among them, looked at their mother, who was shedding tears at the edge of her garment. "Hajara, you cannot show your father respect in this life despite our wealth, but he is doing his best to improve your lives, giving you everything a good father would do for his children to ensure their lives improve."

Shamelessly and fearlessly, she replied, "Now, for God's sake, if there is no one else to marry your daughter, let it be me, because her father sees us as poor, and he just wants you to give him your daughter. I swear I will not marry."

In a soft voice and calming demeanor, he said, "Oh Ummi, can’t you help me without embarrassing me? You know that all your progress and mine is due to this servant of God, who has done everything for us in this world without us having a blood relationship. From your education, look, your brother is serving the country, you are in your second year, and your sister is in her final year of secondary school. I swear, Ummi, if I do not wipe away the tears of this servant of God, I will become blind."

"I swear, Baba, since God has destined us for education, we will pursue it whether He helps us or not. As for me, I will not marry; let him be patient and find another house."

The younger one, watching her sister's disrespect, said, "Hey, Hajara, are you watching them? Baba is crying for you to cover their shame, but the devil is giving you a bad sermon."

She raised her hand to slap her, and her angry brother said, "I swear, stop seeing Baba; he said not to touch you. But you are bothering me; I will not let you. You are not calling anyone else your husband, HAJARA, be careful; this is the world, you are a poor girl, but your ego is stronger than you in life."

"I swear, let me see your brothers; I will give orders to subdue you. Malam, do you see the girl who is suffering through every hardship of life because of her?"

The old man, who you can see, knows that his life has not taken anything lightly, said, "RAHAMA, help me persuade your sister, you hear, go inside, may God bless your lives, you hear?"

Fuuuu, HAJARA stood up and went to their small room in the middle of the house. Her sister looked at their father and said, "Baba, be patient; she will agree, God willing, I will help you persuade her."

"Okay, RAHAMA, may God bless you, you hear?" Ameen, she replied and went into her room as well.

Before he turned calmly to look at his silent son, you could see he was troubled inside. "Gadanga, the warrior, be patient with your sister's situation. You must be a father and a man who will always stand by his siblings; you are the eldest, you are their protector."

"Even if I am not alive, you will be the pillar in this household, so get up and go; may God bless you, you hear?"

Some tears of pity for his father enveloped him, seeing how he struggled for them throughout their lives, standing by them through all the hardships until today. He felt that today he had covered their father’s shame by marrying his choice, he just stood up and left the house.

He could not say anything more, but he prayed that God would let the father go out and persuade her in the house or lessen his anger.

When his mother stood up to leave, he said, "Stay, woman of paradise, my good wife." She turned back to sit because she could not argue with him at all.

She wiped the remaining tears and said, "Malam, your coldness is too much."

He laughed as if nothing was wrong in his heart and said, "Do you want me to endure pain in a life that is not lasting? Help your children with prayers or their dignity, which they are holding onto; can’t you see that our severity can lead to their downfall? I do not want her to think I will force her into marriage; I just want her to agree, so my mind can be at peace even after the marriage. But if we force her, what benefit will we gain from a child who is not well since his birth?"