(At the hospital, Nusaybah remains unconscious. Her family and mother-in-law sit by her side with the children. They try their best to feed the twins with normal meals, but the children refuse to eat, crying all day due to their mother’s absence. Both families pray earnestly for Nusaybah to regain consciousness. Her father never stops making dua, begging Allah to restore her life for the sake of her children. It has only been 24 hours, yet the twins are already falling sick. While their mother is under treatment, the twins are also admitted, creating another unimaginable problem.)
(Meanwhile, in the cell, Haneef cries bitterly. His heart is filled with pain and regret, wishing he could turn back time to make things right. But life is not a bed of roses. Day and night, he begs for forgiveness, worried about his family—especially Nusaybah. His siblings attempt to rescue him, but he cannot be released until he is taken to court for a proper verdict.)
(By the time Mrs. Gbenga is finally allowed to visit, she finds her son completely battered—his body covered with bruises and blood stains. The police themselves had joined in beating him, claiming it was to “satisfy his conscience.” She breaks down upon seeing him, clutching his shirt tightly as tears flow down her cheeks.)
Mrs. Gbenga: You brought this upon yourself! If only you had listened to me, all this wouldn’t have happened. Despite all my pleading and advice about your marriage, look where you’ve landed yourself. See where you’ve landed us all!
Haneef: (tears rolling down his cheeks) Where is my Nusaybah? How are my kids? I hope they’re fine?
Mrs. Gbenga: How do you expect your family to be fine when you caused all this pain? She has been in a coma for two days now. Your twins were also admitted.
Haneef: (shocked) What?! What happened to them?
Mrs. Gbenga: Oh, so now you’re back to your senses? But it’s too late! Your in-laws are so angry they chased me out of the hospital, warning me never to come near their family again. You didn’t just bring them pain—you brought me shame as well. You’re a big loser! Where do you want us to start from now? And your case is a dangerous one… you might go to prison for it. What do you want me to do now? Tell me! (breaks down in tears, still holding his collar)
Haneef: (staring at the ceiling, unable to control his tears, thinking aloud) I have really messed up badly! Why didn’t the truth come out earlier? I didn’t even realize my previous behavior—like my brain was frozen or something. I can’t believe I turned into a monster to the woman I loved. I let my friends’ words eat me alive… (covers his face, crying bitterly)
Mrs. Gbenga: So you have nothing to say about all I’ve said, right? All you do is stare at the ceiling and cry at the same time. Is that your solution? Who should I call for help? Should I call your elder brother who lives abroad—despite all you did to him? Haneef, just see where your evil mind has landed you! Despite all I told you about your father, you inherited everything about him… That same bad character led him to an early grave, and now see where it has brought you! And if I should curse you—
Haneef: (finally looks at her) Mum, I know I caused everything… but what about you?
Mrs. Gbenga: What do you mean?
Haneef: The cause of my marriage crashing was all your doing! You caused everything in the first place. Have you forgotten how much you despised Nusaybah before I married her? Have you forgotten how you spoiled her image in front of me? You poisoned my mind with your bad influence—telling me to divorce her, preventing me from marrying her in the first place. Everything you said about her filled my head and poisoned my heart. And now you’re blaming me for everything?
Mrs. Gbenga: (shocked) Haneef! Can you hear yourself? You’re blaming me for all this? Are you even okay? Instead of accepting your faults, you’re putting the blame on your mother—despite all I went through for you? This is how you repay me? Ahhh! I regret being your mother. And you know what? This is not even your fault—it’s mine!
.Haneef: Exactly! (looks away and returns to his seat) I would like to have some quiet time here. This is my punishment, and I will gladly embrace it.
Mrs. Gbenga: (furiously stares at him, then walks away) You are on your own. When they beat the life out of you, maybe you will get back to your senses, you ungrateful idiot!
Haneef: (resumes his painful thoughts) Nusaybah… please forgive me! Find it in your heart to forgive me.
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(The next day – during the night)
Aminah: (carrying Kamal on her shoulder; he continues crying, his fever refusing to go down) Please stop crying… we are all praying for your mother. I can’t do this alone. Baami, please come back soon… I can’t endure seeing these kids in pain. Jamal too is crying, and the medicine given to them isn’t working. Please, Baami, come back! Their cries are unbearable. (She struggles to carry both children, patting their backs, but nothing helps) This wouldn’t have happened if your father hadn’t landed our family in this mess. He has made us all suffer—and he must pay for this dearly.
Dad: How are they? Still crying? Give them the food I bought now. (takes Jamal from her) Sorry, my son… stop crying. Grandpa is here now.
Aminah: They aren’t eating. They refuse to eat! And how do you expect their weak bodies to respond to the drugs? Honestly, I’m tired, Baami! This pain is too much for these kids.
Dad: I know, my dear… and you are really trying for them. But we need to make them eat, or else their condition will worsen by tomorrow. We must do something. (breaks down in tears) They can’t get better until they see their mother.
Aminah: Please, sshhh… stop crying. (she breaks down in tears too) I swear I’m tired already. I can’t take this anymore. (wipes her tears sadly)
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(In the hospital room, nurses check on Nusaybah’s unconscious body.)
Nurse 1: Only God can bring her back. Poor thing… her kids need her, but here she is. Such is life.
Nurse 2: I heard this was all her husband’s doing—that he’s behind her pain. Hmm… may we never marry a monster as a husband. Her kids can’t stop crying, and they’ve refused to eat. I wish we could do more to help, but nothing is stronger than a mother’s love and presence for her toddlers. I hope she gets well soon.
Nusaybah: (moves her finger)
Nurse 1: And that sister of hers… she’s really trying. Having sleepless nights, taking care of the children. This morning, I saw her crying alone with them, praying for her sister to come back to life soon. I truly felt sorry for them. And maybe that mumu man behind all this pain is with another woman—or in the club—enjoying himself. Some men have no conscience at all.
Nurse 2: All I can pray for is that she wakes up quickly, before this kills her children.
Nusaybah: (moves her hand again)
Nurse 1: Wait a minute… I think she just moved her hand. Oh my God! She moved her hand. Could she have heard what I said? Ohhh, what a loving mother—she must have heard me talking about her kids.
Nurse 2: In that case, let’s keep talking about her children near her.
Nurse 1: Yes! Exactly. Look, Mrs. Nusaybah, your kids need you! Without you, their life will be meaningless and a nightmare. They need you! What’s the kids’ names again?
Nurse 2: One is Jamal—yes, Jamal.
Nurse 1: And the other… Famal? Hamal? No… Tamal? Jamal and—what now?
Nurse 2: Yes! Kamal! Jamal and Kamal.
Nusaybah: (her eyes open instantly; she pants heavily)
(The nurses are shocked.)
Nurse 1: Doctor! She’s awake!
Nurse 2: (smiling) Barakallahu feekum! Masha Allah! The power of a mother. (touches her forehead gently) Welcome back. How do you feel?
Nusaybah: (still processing her surroundings) Where… where… my… my twins?!
Nurse 2: They’re fine, they’re fine—but they need you. Kai! You are truly a strong woman.
Doctor: (arriving) What a miracle! Mrs. Nusaybah! (begins checking her) Welcome back… but her blood pressure is rising. Madam, what’s wrong? Why are you worried?
Nusaybah: (struggling to speak with dry lips) Where… my kids… I want… see… my twins..
Doctor: You need to see your twins, but you must be fine first. A healthy mother means healthy children.
Nurse 1: Poor children… they’ve been sick without their mother. Don’t worry, madam—your kids are also here in the hospital, receiving treatment.
Doctor: (surprised) Nurse Titi! Watch your mouth!
Nusaybah: (jumps out of bed, furiously removing the drip from her hand) Where are my kids?! Where is Jamal and Kamal? Where are they?! (panicking, uneasy)
Doctor: Relax, madam! Your kids are fine!
Nusaybah: Take me to my kids! Right now! Before I do something stupid!
Nurse 2: (holding her) Don’t worry. If that’s what you want, we’ll show you. Come with me. (glances at the doctor and makes a calm gesture)
Nusaybah: Take me there! My kids! Take me there!
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(In the children’s ward)
Aminah: (frustrated) Baami! They’re not eating—and I’m tired! I feel like I’m going crazy. I haven’t had enough sleep since this incident happened, and these kids can’t stop crying. I’m fed up! Their temperature keeps rising. What am I going to do?
Dad: Just hang in there, okay? I believe their mother will be fine. I have faith in Allah. Please bear a little longer. I know you’re tired and doing your best.
(He suddenly sees Nusaybah barging into the room, panting heavily.)
Dad: Asake mi!
Nusaybah: (spots her kids, rushes to take them into her arms, and bursts into tears) I thought I lost you… (her sobs grow louder)
Aminah: (shocked) Sister mi! (joins them, embracing her) I can’t believe what I’m seeing!
Dad: (joins the embrace) Asake mi! How come?
Nusaybah: (continuously kissing her twins) I love you two so much… I can’t imagine my life without you. I’m sorry for leaving your side… I’m so sorry.
Aminah: (notices the twins stop crying and rest their heads on their mother) Allahu Akbar…
Nusaybah: (sits on the floor, unbuttons her top to breastfeed them; struggles, realizing she has no strength left; raises her head to look at her family) Aminahhh! (breaks down, embraces her sister while still holding her children) Thank you! Thank you for being there for them while I was gone! Thank you!
Aminah: Sister mi! I thought I lost you! (both crying loudly; the sound draws people to open the door to check) Yaa Allah! Thank You for bringing her back to us. Alhamdulilah!
Dad: (unable to hold back tears) Asake mi…
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(At the police station)
Haneef: (notices fellow prisoners throwing things at him; bows his head, lost in thought)
Boss of the gang prisoners: Hey, you! Come here.
Haneef: (ignores him)
Boss: (furiously stands, walks up to him) Are you deaf? (grabs his shirt, lifting him up) I guess you want me to rearrange your teeth, right? Where are your manners?!
Haneef: (slaps the man’s hand away and sits back down) Stay away from me.
Boss: (starts punching his face) How dare you hit my hand, you son of a—!
Haneef: (refuses to fight back, taking the blows as punishment from Allah)
Boss: C’mon, you’re a man! Fight me! Be a man! You’re weak!
Haneef: (face covered in blood; vision blurry; collapses to the ground, panting heavily)
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