YAR MAULAH

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"Ummah, please put this stick away from me. I went to the Maulan's house myself, and I will come back. You're tired. We've been walking since morning," Safiyatu said. The old woman's hand trembled as she called out, "Safiyatu, where are you?" Safiyatu moved closer to her, saying, "I'm here, Oumma." "Good. Find some shade for us. Let's sit down and see how much we've collected in the maul," Oumma replied. Safiyatu held Oumma's hand, guiding her to a spot under a tree by the roadside. They sat on the ground, and Safiyya took out a leather bag filled with karaya from the maul, along with Oumma's begging bowl. She counted and said with a hint of sadness, "Oumma, we've only collected 30 Naira in total." Oumma remained silent for a moment before saying, "Safiyatu, may God bless those who gave. Now go and cross the Kisamo road, and may God bless you even if it's raining." Safiyatu had been entrusted with the task of collecting food for Oumma for the past two days. She wiped her tears, looking at Oumma, who was blind and couldn't see her. Then she stood up and said to Oumma, "Wait for me here. I'll be back soon." With that, she turned and hurried towards the bridge.