In the state of Jigawa, there is a small town situated within the state called *Dabi*. It's a local government area that gathers the pure Fulani people. The town doesn't have a large population, but God has blessed them with agriculture and amenities for a good life. Anyone who visits the town admires it because of its pleasant environment. They have electricity, water, and both Western and Islamic schools, including traditional Quranic schools. The representative of the town takes good care of them. The people of *Dabi* are quite enlightened; however, when they leave the town and visit cities like *Kano*, they feel as if they are in Saudi Arabia due to the joy they experience. Most of the town's people are relatives, which is why they maintain strong family ties. You will never hear of any conflict within the local government area because they are united and work with the knowledge they have to the best of their abilities.

I pushed open a large gate and started to look around.

I saw about twenty-something doors, and each door had people inside. I spotted a young woman rushing out of one door! She nearly ran into me, but I quickly moved aside and watched as she headed for the main gate that led to the main entrance of the entire house. Before I could snap out of my thoughts, I saw him grabbing her by the neck, lifting her up with his military-style boots. She kept blinking and pouting her lips.

I quickly hid behind a wall until they passed, then I followed them quietly.

They headed towards the door from which the girl had come out, and I followed to see the whole story.

Inside, there was a woman sitting and adjusting an oil lamp while grumbling, "Marka, did you see that naughty girl? She won’t be satisfied until she breaks my lamp."

Marka, who was sitting at the entrance of her room, fanning herself, replied, "Indeed! Ladidi, you’ve forgotten Sayyada’s nature. I came out of the bathroom and saw her running and laughing as if she had done something great."

"Ignore her, Marka. Today, I will surely whip her. Look at my lamp; it lasted a whole year, but she caused it to spill, wasting my remaining kerosene."

Marka kept fanning herself and said, "You’re just saying that, but you won’t do it. How many times has Sayyada wronged you, and you said you would punish her but couldn’t? May God help us; only one person can deal with Sayyada."