Today is Friday — a special day that every Muslim loves. Many even wish to die on a Friday because of its blessings.
Alhaji Abdullahi was sitting in his big living room at home with all his family. But no one was happy. In fact, each person looked sad, with their hands on their cheeks, thinking deeply. You could tell that something serious had happened.
Hajiya Aishatu was sitting on a 3-star chair, and Alhaji Abdullahi was sitting beside her, holding her by the waist to comfort her. The rest of the children sat on the floor, including the youngest of them, a girl named Zaitun.
In another corner sat Areef. He looked really angry. His eyebrows were pulled together, and his red, swollen eyes looked like burning coal. His hair was messy, and he held his head in his hands. He bit his lip hard while staring at the door, as if he was waiting for something or someone to arrive.
Suddenly, the door opened without any knock or greeting. A girl entered. She had no scarf on her head, and her face was messy. Her eyes were half-closed, making her long eyelashes fall over them. She was biting her lips so hard that they were bleeding.
Her clothes were torn, and it was easy to see the shape of her body. She wore a small top that didn’t even fully cover her stomach. If she raised her hand, you could see her belly button.
I was shocked. I said, "Oh my God!" This is a woman, a real woman. Any man who sees her will definitely look twice before turning away. But now, she looked like she was in serious trouble. Even I, the writer, cannot explain what exactly was wrong with her.
Would you like me to summarize the story even more or explain any part of it?
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