Sama Road Neighborhood. It is a neighborhood of wealthy people, and the one who owns a house in the neighborhood is the one who is salty, which means Naira, and he answers his name, he, he is from there. It is a neighborhood of wealthy people, big politicians, big businessmen and the wealthy, you know, anyone who says he is in Sokoto City, you will find him having a house in this big neighborhood, even the young people who come to make money in the city are not left behind..._  _The Misbahu House is one of the largest houses in NAIRA Street... It is a large modern building built with the original NAIRA style,,, it is a house that is decorated with all the comforts of life. You who have seen the house know that it is a beautiful building,,, The gate of the house, the main entrance, is itself a sight to behold, and from the inside, it is an example of the kind of security and unity of the house, and the one who has seen it..._  _Apartment, that is, the sections in the house, there are almost ten areas,,, the children's play area, that is, the playground, on the left, and if you go straight, there is a road to the charity and the Swimming pool, that is, the bathroom. From there, to the main store, where everything is sold for the daily needs of the family, it is also a journey that will take at least three kilometers._  _Behind the house is a separate animal husbandry section, namely the FARM HOUSE, including chickens, ducks, birds, fish, sheep, goats, and others._    _or any field has its own dedicated staff to oversee the department..._ _KUBRA is sitting on the cushion, in her luxurious entrance. She is surrounded by her worldly friends, each of whom is as beautiful as her own._  _A shisha pipe is in the hands of the ambassador of the mother of the BARIKi, she is smoking, blowing smoke full of expertise. In the barracks of each bar, each one is more skilled in the field, this one is smoking a cigarette, that one is smoking a cigarette, and another is drinking syrup, if the sedai is lifted and the bottle is lowered, it is drunk_  _Slowly, a loud sound rises from the main hall. From where they sit, they perform their dance in small groups, full of passion and enthusiasm._  _A small, white van parked right where the family's trucks were parked. Three middle-aged girls emerged from the van. Each of them was wearing a purple uniform, and they were holding Qurans in their hands, as if they had just returned from Islamic school.  Look at the children, you were not told to raise them on cornflakes and milk, the pure joy of the holidays is evident on their faces, their hair is beautiful, their skin is perfectly even.     They even took the path that would connect them to the main part of the house, and the main one of them stopped and shook its head, at one point it fell.  "Oh shit!". The little one in them looked at her and said  "How are you?" The one who was called Yaya said.  "By God, I forgot my phone at the master's place. I gave it to him a while ago and he sent it to us in some woods, so it's as if I didn't receive it!" she looked at the middle of the room and said  “For God's sake, Haseena, go and get the car keys from your father's house. Check from where I am sitting, and see if she is inside.”  The one who was called Haseena Naga answered with  "Yes, Yaya!" Then she handed her the Quran and turned to do as her sister had instructed. When she was far away, the youngest of them turned and looked at them with a confused look on her face