SHU'UMAR MASARAUTA

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She felt an intense pain that seemed to shoot through her entire body from her feet to the core of her skull, causing her to tremble as if she had heard ominous music. It made her break into a profuse sweat, and while it wasn't the first time she had experienced this sensation, this particular day was excruciating. She felt like she was being boiled alive, her flesh immersed in scalding water. She bit her lip slowly, trembling, and closed her eyes. Her roommate, Baiwa Maimuna, was right behind her, offering support and helping to conceal the secret. Maimuna discreetly trimmed a bit of her hair's tail so that it wouldn't be too noticeable. The feeling of relief swept over her as she removed the hair, knowing that she was now safe from the watchful eyes of the ruthless Fulani Umaima. She let out a slow, cautious breath. "Forgive me, my roommate. I will go fetch your portion of the Walk. I already informed Jakadiya to fetch your medicine, just as you mentioned earlier. Your soul has been suffering from this ailment for too long, and it's worsening. I apologize if my words are out of place, dear roommate.