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dakko mata Madara na Mika mata, ita Kuwa sai murmushi take baiwar Allah tana kallonsa kamar mai shirin fadamin wani bu, bance mata komai ba na mike nashiga daki, jakata na dakko na fito da wani book na felli faifa guda Daya ,sanan na dauki biro na dawo na zauna kusa da baby na soma rubuta wasiƙa — ba don wani ba, sai don Baby.
Wasiƙar da za ta karanta wata rana idan ta girma. Ko kuwa… idan ta gano wacece ita.

“Baby,
Ba na da tabbacin daga ina kika fito,
Amma na tabbata cewa kin fito daga inda Allah ke ajiye zuciya,
Domin tun lokacin da kika zo, ban sake sanin kaina ba —
sai dai sanin ke, ina ji ajikina ke kyau ta ce daga Allah ,Kuma nayi alkawarin cewa koda zan karar da numfashi nazan raineki da soyayyata, .” daga haka ya rufe' takardar ya ajiye gefe guda, sun kuyawa yayi kamar mai yin rarafe baby ta hau yashiga jankafa Yana mata doki, suna wasa ita Kuwa sai dariya takeyi.



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Washegari na koma makaranta, sai malamai suka ce:
“Kai ne saurayin da ke zuwa da jaririya a hannunsa?”
“Yanzu kana rainon yaro?!”
“Ka ajiye rayuwarka don wata yar tsana?”



Nai murmushi. Sai kawai na ce a raina:
“Eh, don wata yar tsana ce — amma ita ce ta sake sosa ni, ta gyara ni, ta sake gina ni.”



Na san ba kowa zai fahimce ni ba. Amma ba don su nake rayuwa ba — don Baby nake ƙoƙari.

“Wata rana, sai ku gane cewa akwai nauyin da ba’a iya shi da jiki — sai da zuciya.”


Daya daga cikin malaman nawane ya dakamin tsawa "ya Isa Mujahid kada kaga Kai Dan sarkine kanemi ka fada mana duk abin da yazo bakinka ,ka kula mu malamanka ne Kuma iyayenka,

Wannan yarinyar da kake raino masiface a gareka, ta hanaka komai karatu kadaina kacan rayuwarka zuwa kamar ta mace kullum Kai da goyo abaya ,Anya kana cikin hayyacinka Kuwa, haka jiya kayi asarar exam kawai sabi da wannan abar....


Saurin katseshi MJ yayi dacewa Indai ina raye komaine zai iya aikatawa akan baby" daga haka ya fice daga office din.

Kai tsaye ban koma cikin class ba ,na dawo gida, ina dawowa na shirya ma,aikatana suka rakani kasuwa domin yin siyya,sosai nasha wahala lokacin da na Isa kasuwa, ganin yadda kowa ke kallona da mamaki yadda naci damara da zanyi da baby a goye a bayana masu gadina Kuwa, kowanne zuciyarsa cike take da bakincikin yadda nake zubar da ajina a ko ina, a haka dai har na Kammala siyayyata Babu abin da ya dameni ,muka taho



Muna dawo daga kasuwa da Baby — na siya mata wasu riguna 'yan rago da turare mai kamshi. Sai dai abinda na fi saya yau, shi ne abin da ba a sayarwa — hasashen cewa lokaci yana kokarin bayyana sirri.
Yau babyna ta soma zuwa makaranta kullum ni nake kaita na dawo da ita sabi da na kaitane akwai don ta huta itama badan karatu ba, tun da dai shekarunta basu Kai ta soma zuwa school, nakai ta makaranta domin Nima nagaji da zancen da ake akaina ,ko ina kashiga sai kaji ana gulmata.


To yau ma kamar kullum bayan baby ta dawo daga makaranta
A ɗaki, ina wanke rigunanta sai na ji kamar wani abu ya fito daga gefen jakar da ta zo da ita. Wani ƙaramin envelope ne, fari fat-fari, an nade shi sosai. Ya shige cikin ramin zipp ɗin da har yanzu ban taba buɗewa ba.

Na buɗe a hankali. Hannuna na rawa. Zuciyata na bugawa kamar karar ƙaho.

A ciki, akwai hoto — hoto na mace da Baby tana jaririya sosai a cikinta. A bayan hoton, an rubuta da ink mai launin shuɗi:

"Idan wannan ya kai hannunka, to nasan kai ne — wanda zai iya riketa har zuwa ƙarshen gaskiya."
"Ka riƙeta — har zuwa inda zata gane kanta."



Na shaƙi hoton. Na ji kamar numfashina ya canza. Na kalli Baby, tana barci… amma kamar tana motsa bakin ta cikin mafarki.

Na ce a hankali:

“Wacece ke a gaske, Baby…?”
“Shin ni Allah ne ya ɗora wa amanarki — ko kuwa duniya ta jefa ki a raina don wata ƙaddara?”
“Shin ina wannan matar ta shiga ta ajiye ki — ko kuwa rayuwa ce ta ƙwace ki daga hannunta ,mai take nufi tana nufin naci gaba da rukon ki, mai na iya mai zan miki ,ko ta manta da cewar ni yarone mai kananun shekaru?"


🕊️ RAINON YARO

Chapter 3


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Tun daga wannan rana, nake ganin mafarki iri ɗaya.

Ina zaune da Baby a bakin rijiya.
Wata mata ce ke tsaye a bayanmu tana kuka, tana cewa:
“Mujahid… ka riketa kafin su dawo.”
“Kar ka faɗa wa kowa komai. Komai.”
“Idan ka faɗa — zata ɓace da sirrinta, sanan zasu kasheta da ranta,domin basa da Imani..”



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Ina farkawa da zufa. Sai na duba inda Baby take — tana nan, amma kamar numfashinta na haɗa da wani sirri. Sai nakan furta a hankali:
“Wannan ba kawai raino ba ne — wannan alƙawari ne.”
“Ni zan kareki — ko da kuwa ba zan taɓa gane wacece ke ba.”



Hannu nasaka na jayo baby jikina Sannan na kara kanka meta da karfina ,hadi da lumshe ido ina tunanin abin da zaije ya dawo.


"Lokaci yayi nakusan Kammala karatuna yanzu yazanyi kenan ,ta ina zan fuskanci su Abba da maganar su barni na zauna da baby a masarautar mu"


MJ yasake lumshe ido hadi da sa hannu yashiga shafa kwantaccen sumar kan baby.


Ina jin dumin jikinta kamar wuta a cikin sanyi. Duk lokacin da na lumshe ido, numfashinta yana shigowa cikin zuciyata kamar kalmar da ba a taɓa faɗa ba amma na fi kowa fahimta.

“Baby... ke kadai ce da kika yarda da ni a lokacin da duniya ta kalli rainona a matsayin laifi.”



Na lumshe idona sosai — sosai har sai da hawaye suka latsa gefen kuncina. Ba kuka bane na karaya, a’a. Wannan hawaye ne na soyayya, hawaye ne na alƙawari da niyyar kare rayuwa.

Na zura hannuna cikin mayafin da na lullubeta , na shafa gashinta mai laushi. Ina nishi kamar wani ƙaramin jariri da bai san ko ina bane, amma ya yarda da numfashin mahaifinsa a matsayin amana.

“Zan kasance wurinki, Baby... ko da kuwa na rasa komai.”


👑👑👑👑👑👑
Lokaci ya tafi. Kwanaki sun zame min kamar watanni. Karatuna ya kusa ƙarewa, amma kuma zuciyata tana ɗaure da wata tambaya da babu wanda zai iya amsawa sai Abba.

Ta yaya zan je gaban Abba in ce masa 'ka barni na kula da yaron da na haifa tun kafin a bani damar aure'?

Sassanyar iska ta daki labulen dakin. Sai da ya girgiza, ya shafe fuskata da danshi. Sai na yi dariya — irin dariyar da yake da kyau amma kuma cike da ɗaci. Baby ta motsa a jikina, sai na kara matseta, na dan busa mata iska a kai kamar zan kore mata duk damuwa.

“dady... ka tashi kai min labari?

Yaji muryar baby tana magana cikin gwaranci.



Ban san yaushe ba, amma na soma jin wani zafi a kirji — zafin soyayya ce. Irin wacce zata sa ka fuskanci duniya baki ɗaya domin mutum guda. Wata zuciya ce ke furta min cewa:

“Ka je gaban Abba. Ka zauna. Ka ce masa ka fi kowa sanin darajar wannan yarinyar.”



Sai na furta a hankali:

“Zan tsaya tsayin daka. Domin wannan ba raino bane kawai... wannan kalma ce: Zan zama uba kafin a bani damar zama miji.”



Wannan shi ne karfina. Wannan shine mafarkina.

Ina so a karanta labarin RAINON YARO a ce:

“Wannan ba littafi bane — zuciya ce da take rubuta kanta da hawaye.”


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---Washegari da safe, MJ ya farka da kukan baby yana ƙara sama da ƙasa. Kamar wata ƙarar ƙararrawa ce da take faɗakar da zuciyarsa cewa lokaci na tafiya, kuma ba za a iya tsaya masa ba.
Ya ɗago da gajiya, cikin wani irin yanayi na tunani ya rungume baby kam a kirjinsa yana shafa bayanta a hankali kamar yana mata sannu da safe da ƙauna.

"Shhh... Daddy's here. No one will ever hurt you. Not while I still breathe."



Sai MJ ya nufi gaban madubi. Idanunsa jajaye, alamun rashin barci da damuwa. Ya dafa kan madubin da hannunsa guda, ɗayan hannun na goye da baby. Ya kalli kansa, ya furta:

"What kind of father am I if I let fear make my decisions?"
“Ni zan iya tsayawa in fuskanci masarauta saboda yarinyar da na haifa. Sai me?”


Dawowa yayi bakin gadon ya zauna Sannan ya sakko da baby daga bayan sa yace:

“Ni ba wai na yanke shawarar zama uba bane. Allah ne ya bani wannan damar. Kuma bazan tsaya gefe ba in zuba ido.”



“Sometimes, love is louder than bloodline. Kuma wuta ta ƙauna ce kadai ke iya kone dambar masarauta.”



Cikin zuciyarsa:
Yasan cewa a yau ne zai fuskanci Abba. A yau ne zai ce:

“Ku bani damar zama da baby da na raina — ko da kuwa hakan zai sa ku kore ni daga gado, daga masarauta, daga tarihi.”



Sai MJ ya ɗauki baby ya ɗago ta sama, tana dariya mai cike da hawaye:

"You are not a mistake, my daughter. You're the reason I'm brave."
“Ke ce ƙarfin zuciyata, baby... Ke ce RAINON YARINYAR DA YARO KAMATA YAKE RAINA..”



[Yau – 8:00am | Gaban Gidan mj]

Hasken safe ya ratsa tagar dakin MJ. Iskar safe tana busawa cikin sanyi da nishadi. MJ ya fito cikin farin kaya masu tsafta, kansa a lulluɓe da hula mai launin zinariya. A bayansa, Baby ta kwanta a cikin baby carrier, tana baccinta da kyakkyawar fuskarta da kwalliyar fuska irin ta su MJ.
sannu a hanakli
Ya sauka daga step ɗin gida, ya zuba ido sama, ya furta:

“Bismillah. Wannan ba tafiya ce kawai ba. Wannan dawowa ce. Dawowa cikin tarihin da zan gina da hannu na.”



9:35am | Filin saukar jirgin saman masarauta

Jirgin su MJ ya sauka cikin sanyi da sheƙin sarauta. Masu gadin masarauta suka nufi inda aka bude kofa suka matsa gefe cikin girmamawa.

Da MJ ya sauka, kaya masu sauƙi ne a jikinsa amma kamanninsa sun kai da nisa – kyan fuska, nutsuwa da nutsuwar zuciya. A bayansa, Baby na kwance, har yanzu cikin bacci. Sai murmushi kawai ke sauka a fuskarta kamar tana mafarkin amininta MJ.

A cikin masarauta kuwa...

Da MJ ya taka ƙasa, kowa ya tsaya kallonsa. Masu gadi, bayin fada, hatta manyan dattawan fadar suka kalli goyon a bayansa da mamaki.

“Subhanallah, wannan ne ɗan Sarki da yake shan wahala da ɗiya?”
“Goyo fa! Cikin masarauta?”
“Innalillahi... Irin wannan tausayi ne sai mutumin Allah!”



Matan sarki suka fito da alkyabba da mayafi, kowacce da kallon mamaki da kishi a idonta.

Matar Sarki gimbiya zubaida ta harare shi, amma daga bisani sai ta ce:

“Toh haka za a bar wani namiji ya shigo da jaririya kamar wata matar shi? To wallahi bazan ta sabuba"






Sittatu, wata matashiya da aka tanada domin auren MJ nan gaba, ta buɗe baki da kishi:

“ya Mujahid da kuka ce zai zama sarkinmu bayan karatunsa, ashe tun yanzu yana da amarya da baby? Wallahi ba zan iya ba Kuma bazan yarda ba.”



Zuwaira,wadda duk cikin su tafisu hatsari da masifa ta ce cikin sassauƙan murya:

“Amma ku duba yadda yake goyo kamar uwa. Haka kawai zuciyata ke kiransa da mijina.to wallahi ko wace ta mallaki abin da ba nataba sainayi ajalinta "zuwaira ta fada Rai a bace.



MJ kuwa yana tafiya cikin nutsuwa, bai duba hagu ba ko dama. Baby na cigaba da baccinta, idonta a lumshe, kamar tana karatun zuciyar MJ ne.

Sarki ya kalli MJ daga nesa, ya furta a ransa:

“Wannan yaron ba karamin sauyi yayi ba. Ya dawo mana da zuciyar jagora. In har zai iya kare jaririya, zai iya kare masarauta, bana ce muddum zai zauna da wannan jaririyar sai dai ya zaba komu ko ita ba, to mai yakawosa? Saiki ya furta a zuciyarsa Rai a bace.



A hankula MJ ke takowa zuwa gaban abba. Zaune suke a babban falon masarauta. Gidan ya cika da shiru mai nauyi, irin wanda yake kashe kuzari. Kowane bango yana da tarihin sarauta, kowace kujera na da nauyin da ake so a ɗora wa kai. MJ yana tsaye, yana fuskantar mahaifinsa — Sarki UMAR, wanda ke zaune cikin cikakken kaya na sarauta, hannunsa a jingine bisa sandar mulki.

Idanun MJ sun cika da natsuwa amma cikin zurfin shawara. Ya durƙusa, ya gaishe, sannan ya ce:

"Abba, yau ban zo matsayin ɗa na sarki ba. Na zo matsayin uba. Wani uba da yake neman hakki."



Abba ya kalle shi ba tare da motsi ba, sai kuma ya girgiza kai kaɗan.

"Ka san cewa duk wanda ke cikin gidan sarauta, ba shi da ‘hakkin kansa’ gaba ɗaya. Hakkin masarauta yafi nashi."



MJ ya haɗiye yawu. Ya haɗa hannayensa, ya matse su kamar yana da abin da zai fashe dashi idan bai furta ba:

"Na ɗauki yarinyar nan da hannuna. Na raine ta cikin dare da rana, hawaye da dariya. Ba raino kawai bane, Abba. Wannan amanar zuciyata ce. Kuma ko duniya zata ce ba nawa bane, na riga na ce — NA SA ta A ZUCIYA."



Abba ya ɗan ƙara ƙarfafa muryarsa:

"Wai kai ka manta da dokar masarauta? Duk wani ɗa da ba'a haifeshi da sunanmu ba, ba zai shiga cikin gado ba. Ba za a karɓe shi cikin zuriyya ba!"



MJ ya ɗaga kansa, cikin nutsuwa amma da ƙarfin zuciya:

"To idan haka ne, na fi son in rasa gado, amma in samu zuciya. Baby tana da ni. Kuma hakan ya isheni fiye da komai."

🕊️ RAINON YARO

Chapter 4



Sarki ya zuba masa ido... har ya sauke ajiyar zuciya. Kamar zuciyarsa na faɗuwa da sautin gaskiya da tausayi daga bakin MJ. Sai ya ce:

"Kayi kama da mahaifinka fiye da yadda ka sani. Ni ma na yi haka da mahaifina saboda mahaifiyarka..."
"...amma ka sani, Abee,zuciyar sarki tana da wuta da ruwa. Kuma kai kake da zabi wanne ka zuba.”



MJ ya durƙusa, idanuwansa sun kada, amma ba ya kuka. Sai ya ce a hankali:

"I will choose love, Abba. Even if it burns me."
“Zan zabi ƙauna, ko da kuwa wuta za ta ƙone ni.”



Abba ya ɗago sandar mulki, ya ɗan doka ƙasa da ita a hankali. Sannan ya ce:

"Ka tashi, abee. Ka cigaba da rainon yarinyar ka. Amma ka sani, daga yau kai ubanta ne a rubuce da Kuma fili da boye. Idan ka fadi — masarauta ce ta fadi. Idan ka yi nasara — to zuriyarka zata cigaba."



MJ ya miƙe, ya lumshe ido — da yarda, da godiya, da kwanciyar zuciya.


--MJ ya miƙe a hankali, kamar an ɗebo nauyin duniya daga kafaɗunsa. Ya juya, sai idanunsa suka sauka kan wata ƙaramar yarinya wacce take zaune a gefe, tana wasa da sandar tambarin sarauta da MJ ya bari lokacin da ya shiga.

Baby.
Jininta. Numfashinta. Hankalinta da zuciyarsa tamkar an daure su da igiyar rayuwa guda.

Ya taka zuwa gareta, ya tsuguna yana fuskantarta. Sai ya sanya hannunsa a kumatunta, yana murza fuskarta da murmushi mai nauyin albarka.
“Let’s go home, Baby. Home is where love raised us.”



Baby ta kalleshi, ta ɗaga hannayenta biyu kamar tana neman tsira daga dukan duniya.

MJ ya ɗauke ta, ya daura ta a goyo — kamar ya ƙudiri aniyar: duk wanda zai ƙi ta, to shi ma MJ ya ƙi.



suna fito daga zauren masarauta, suka fuskanci jerin mata da aka tanada domin a haɗa MJ aure da ɗaya daga cikinsu bayan ya gama karatu. Amma yau... ba gaisuwa, ba murmushi — sai kyama da surutu.

“Kalli ya Mujahid goyo fa yake wannan ai a bin kunya ne kamar matarsa ta haifi shege!”
“Wannan yarinyar, wani irin kazanta ne haka... ai ba daga gidan masu tarbiyya take ba.”
“Idan wannan ce amana tasa, to wallahi ni da shi ba zamu tab jutuwa ba!”



Wata daga cikinsu — Farida, wacce aka fi sa rai za a ɗaura MJ da ita — ta matso da wani irin kallon ƙyama, sannan ta ce da wata a bayanta:

“Gashi yana da kyau, amma wallahi zuciyarsa ba ta gari ba. Wanda zai zauna da shegiyar wata marainiya, me zai hana ya ji kunyar abin kunyar Dan ya aikata?”



Wasu daga cikinsu har suka danna Baby da yatsa, suna faɗin:

“Banza ce kawai... wallahi duk wannan kyau da kulawa sai ta gama cikin wulakanci. Ba daga zuriyar mu ba ce ba dai ya zabi ta zauna a cikin gidannan ba wallahi sai ta gwammaci shegiyar da ta haifita bata kawota duniya ba!”



Baby ta matse hannun MJ. Duk da ƙarancin shekarunta, tana fahimtar mugunta. MJ kuwa ya tsaya cak. Bakinshi ya bushe. Amma ba ya fushi — sai ka ce yana jiyo ƙara ne daga cikin zuciyarsa.

“You hate what you don’t understand,” ya furta a hankali.
“But I will raise her until you all bow to her greatness.”



Sai kawai ya juya — ya tafi ba tare da ya waiwaya ba.

Duniya na kallonsa da kallon raini, amma zuciyarsa ta fi kowace sarauta.
Ya ɗauki Baby ya tafi da ita — kamar wanda ya ɗauki addininsa.


---Daren ranar...
Siririn fitila guda daya ke kunnawa a dakin MJ. Dakin da ke bangaren nesa da sauran masarautar. Dakin da babu komai sai karamin gadon kwanciya, kujera daya, da kwandunan kayan wanka.

MJ yana zaune a bakin gadon, ya cire rigar rigimarsa, ya nade hannayensa, yana kallon Baby da ke zaune a tsakiyar tabarma. Tana murmushi masa, duk da irin maganganun da aka jefar da ita da su yau.

"Duniya ta fara koyar miki darasi, Baby," MJ ya furta da daddadɗar murya, yana jan ruwan zafi daga flask ya zuba cikin karamin bokiti.
"But don’t let them break you. I didn’t carry you this far just for you to bend."



Ya daga ta a hankali, ya cire mata karamin riga, sannan ya soma wanke kafarta da tawul.
Hannunsa da taushi kamar yana tabawa da so da tausayi.

"Sannu...sannu, kin ji?" ya ce, yana murza gashin kanta da yatsunsa.



Baby ta kalleshi da idanu masu launin rana. Kamar tana son tambayar: “Me yasa suke ƙi na?”

"They don’t hate you, Baby. They fear you. Saboda ke ba irin su bace," MJ ya ce yana murya kamar mai kiran sallah daga zuciya.



Ya ɗauke ta, ya nannade da zani, ya zauna da ita a cinyarsa. Ya sanya mata man shafawa, yana hura mata iska a kunne, tana dariya kaɗan-kaɗan.
Sai ya kalli kanta... ya lumshe ido.

"Na rantse da kaina, Baby... ba zan bar kowa ya taɓa ki ba. Even if I have to fight my own blood."



Sai kwatsam aka buga ƙofa.
MJ ya miƙe tsaye da Baby a goyo. Kamar sojan da aka tsinkayo daga mafarki.

"Waye ne?"
“It’s Zuwaira... open the door.”



Zuwaira — ɗaya daga cikin 'yan matan da aka tanada don MJ. Ita ce wacce ba ta cewa komai yau lokacin aka zagi Baby, amma tana kallon MJ da idanu masu ƙuna.

MJ ya buɗe ƙofar.

Zuwaira ta tsaya tana kallonsa. Sai kallon Baby.

“I didn’t come to insult her like the others,” ta furta da ƙarfin zuciya.
“But I came to ask — me ya sa ita? Me ya sa wannan marainiyar ta kai matsayin da duk mu ba mu kai ba?”



MJ ya kalleta. Sai yayi shiru.

“Saboda ina da zuciyar da ba ta neman fari, ba ta tsoron baƙi. Ina so ne, ba domin ta cancanta — sai domin ta cancanta.”



Zuwaira ta nisa. Sai ta juya, tace:

“Then may your love protect you both. Amma ka sani... ba kowacce ƙauna ake sakawa ba da hura wuta — wasu ƙaunuka na cin wuta ne har abada.”



Ta juya, ta barshi a tsaye da Baby a bayansa —
Daya mai ƙauna, ɗaya mara tsoro.


---Safiyar fari, rana ta biyu da MJ da Baby suka dawo masarauta…

MJ na tsaye gaban madubi, yana daura agogon hannu, yana sanye da farar shadda mai tsabta da hula riga ɗaya, da takalmin fata na sarauta. Baby kuwa tana zaune a gaban kofar ɗaki, tana wasa da ƙaramar jar-takar da ya siyo mata jiya — sabuwar motar roba mai launin ja.

MJ ya kalleta ta madubi, sannan ya juya ya durƙusa gabanta.

"Yau zaki fara makaranta, Baby. Karki ji tsoro. Komai zai dai-daita, okay?"



Baby ta kallesa, sai ta yi murmushin da ke haskaka zuciyarsa fiye da fitilar dakin.
Ya ɗauketa, ya goya a baya — ta lumshe ido tana jin dumin fatarsa da ƙamshin man shafansa.


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Bayan ƴan mintoci... a kofar makarantar da ke cikin masarautar:

Yara da dama suna fitowa daga motoci, wasu daga cikin dangin masu fada aji, wasu 'ya'yan sarauta. Wasu daga cikinsu sun tsaya suna kallo da mamaki lokacin da suka ga MJ ya sauka daga motar sarauta da goyo a bayansa.

"Waye wannan kuma? MJ ne da baby?!"
"Wato har yanzu yana riƙe wannan yarinyar?"
"Ko da girmansa, da bai samu matar aure ba, sai marainiya?"



Zuwaira da wasu 'yan mata biyu daga cikin waɗanda aka tanada domin MJ sun tsaya gefe suna kallon sa.
Zuwaira ta runtse ido, tace a hankali:

"He’s really not letting go..."
Ɗayarta ta ce da ɗan gajiya:
"To idan har Baby zata girma a masarauta, mu fa? Auren da muka zata...?"
"Yanzu duk za mu zama masu kallon soyayya kenan?"



Wani daga cikin malamai ya ƙaraso wajen MJ.

"Ranka ya daɗe, ka kawo yarinyar kenan?"



MJ ya gyaɗa kai.

"Eh, I want her to be raised with knowledge. Ku koya mata — amma kada ku ci mata mutunci. She's a child. And she's my child."



Malamin ya ɗan kaɗa kai da ladabi — amma mamaki bai ɓoye a fuskarsa ba.


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Lokacin break... a makarantar:

Baby tana zaune cikin yara a gefe, amma wasu daga cikinsu suna harararta.

"Ke daga wace gida kike?"
"Me yasa na ganki da MJ?"
"Ko ke ce yarinyar da suke cewa ba jinin sarki bace?"



Baby ta ɗan lumshe ido. Duk da ƙarancin shekaru, zuciyarta na gane bambanci tsakanin tambaya da tsana. Ta miƙe, ta ja littafinta ta koma gefe.

Daga nesa, MJ na kallonta ta cikin gilashin ofishin malamai.

Ya dafe fuska, yana tunanin...

"I’m trying... amma me zai hana wannan duniya ta daina cutar da mai rauni?"



Sai aka ji murya daga bayansa:

“Za ka rasa komai saboda ita.”
MJ ya juyo — Sarki Umar ne ya tsaya a bayan ofishin, yana kallon Baby.



“Na riga na rasa abin da ba na so. Idan ita ce komai — I am ready to lose the world.”



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Dare ya rufe masarauta. Fitilu na haskakawa, iska na busa cikin sassanyar ƙamshi na tsiron jajjaye.

MJ yana tsaye a zauren barandar sashen sa, yana duba wayarsa. Jikin sa yana ɗaure da gajiya, amma zuciyarsa cike take da damuwa. Baby tana cikin ɗaki, tana bacci, bayan kuka da ya daɗe kafin ta lallaɓa ta kwanta.

Sai ga Uncle Faruq, ɗan’uwan Abba, wanda aka fi sani da dattijon fada, ya ƙaraso da takalman fata masu amo.

“MJ, akwai abin da nake son na fada maka. Ka shirya ranka.”



MJ ya ɗago kai.

“Uncle, lafiya?”



Uncle Faruq ya gyaɗa kai, yana jan kujera ya zauna kusa da shi.

“Akwai wani tsarin da 'yan mata uku daga cikin gidan sarauta suka fara. Sun fara ƙoƙarin ganin an hana Baby shiga makaranta gaba ɗaya.”



MJ ya dafe kansa.

“Me suka yi ne?”



“Sun yi ƙaryar cewa tana janyo rikici a cikin aji. Wata daga cikin su ta sa yaronta ya tura Baby, har ta fāɗi, sai aka ɗauki hoto aka nuna kamar ita ce ta fara faɗa.”



MJ ya miƙe tsaye. Idanunsa sun canza launi.

“Why would they do that to a child?”
“Wani kuskure ne a rayuwa da yasa mutane ke jin haushin wanda bai taɓa cutar da su ba?”



Uncle Faruq ya juyo da ido mai nuni:

“Wannan ba cuta ba ce ta zuciya kawai — kishin duniya ne. Sun fi tsoron yadda kake ƙaunar Baby fiye da yadda kake ƙin su.”



MJ ya ɗaga wayarsa, ya kira principal ɗin makaranta.

“Gobe da safe, zan zo da lawyer. A buɗe min cctv footage na makarantar. Ina son ganin komai.”




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Washegari da safe...
MJ ya sauka cikin makarantar da manyan jami’an tsaro biyu. Baby na goye a bayansa, amma yau ta saki jiki kamar ta saba da waje. Sai dai idanun ta suna kallon kowa da tausayi.

Principal ya fito cikin girmamawa.

“Ranka ya daɗe, ga footage din.”



A gaban kwamfuta suka kunna bidiyon. A can aka ga ɗaya daga cikin yara ya ture Baby. Ta faɗi. Sannan wata yarinya ta kira wata da suna:

"Kira hoto! Ce mata ita ce ta fara!"



MJ ya dafe ƙirji.

“So that’s it…”



Ya juyo ga principal:

“You will issue an apology letter to my daughter. And you’ll suspend the students who lied.”



Principal ya lumshe ido:

“Yes, Your Highness. I apologize.”




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Wajen ‘yan matan masarauta…

Zuwaira na zaune da su Sa’ada da Fa’izah. Sun samu labari cewa MJ ya gano duk abinda suka shirya.

“Yanzu fa... he’ll hate us,” Sa’ada ta ce tana shafa gashin