It has been three years and some months since Zak-Shadow was arrested. Many things happened—painful ones, and a few pleasant ones in some respects. However, the weight of the painful events overshadowed the pleasant ones so much that they became invisible to the eye. Trying to describe the level of trauma Mammah and the rest went through at that time would be an insult to words. There was no door Imran did not knock on, yet they were denied even the chance to see Zak-Shadow for months. Later on, Imran himself was also arrested.
At first, many high-ranking military officers stood firmly on the case, determined to see that matters were resolved and that Zak-Shadow and Imran were released. But with time, they gradually withdrew, leaving only General Yusuf to continue the struggle. Deep in his heart, he loved Zak-Shadow and Imran equally. The sudden fall of the COAS led to preparations to take the case to court. By then, Zak-Shadow had spent nine months in detention, and up until that moment, no one had been allowed to see him except his guards and the COAS himself.
Because the matter was a special operation and everyone lost their voice at the very first court sitting, judgment was delivered immediately. Haysam Abdul-Rasheed Shehu Kobi was sentenced to twenty-five years in prison, while Imran Abbas was sentenced to five years. By Allah, this incident did not shake only Mammah’s lineage and Imran’s family—it shook the entire nation. Almost instantly, patriotic youths and some groups began peaceful protests, rejecting the verdict passed on Zak-Shadow and Imran.
Later, the protest began to turn violent, and the chaos was not caused by just anyone but by a dark group that realized efforts were being made to dismantle their success. Strict security measures were imposed, forcing the youths back into their homes. The struggle shifted to arguments on the media alone, accompanied by prayers seeking help from the ALMIGHTY, and warnings to politicians to remember that Allah will bring us to the next elections. Anyone with insight who looked closely at what happened knew clearly that the judgment was purely political.
On Mammah’s side, silence prevailed. This time, despite her resilience and ability to suppress pain, she collapsed and was hospitalized. It took almost two months before Allah restored her health, though hypertension had already taken its toll on her. The younger ones were equally shaken. Matters reached the point where Ma’aruff and Ja’afar considered calling off their wedding, which was already close, but Mammah refused outright—she would not agree to it.
As soon as she began to recover, wedding preparations resumed. In fact, the house they were to live in had been completed even before Imran’s arrest; when he returned, it was ready. After his arrest, Uncle Nasiru insisted that plans continue, following Mammah’s advice. Just one week after Mammah was discharged from the hospital—and barely two full weeks after the verdict was passed on Dada and the others—the wedding of Ma’aruff and Ja’afar was held.
However, the wedding had no real joy to it. Only the marriage was conducted, and the bride and groom moved in together. Apart from children like Nimrah, who were absorbed in their own little joys, everyone else was merely holding on with forced strength. Still, the event was completed, and everyone dispersed peacefully.
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It has been three years and some months since Zak-Shadow was arrested. Many things happened—painful ones, and a few pleasant ones in some respects. However, the weight of the painful events overshadowed the pleasant ones so much that they became invisible to the eye. Trying to describe the level of trauma Mammah and the rest went through at that time would be an insult to words. There was no door Imran did not knock on, yet they were denied even the chance to see Zak-Shadow for months. Later on, Imran himself was also arrested.
At first, many high-ranking military officers stood firmly on the case, determined to see that matters were resolved and that Zak-Shadow and Imran were released. But with time, they gradually withdrew, leaving only General Yusuf to continue the struggle. Deep in his heart, he loved Zak-Shadow and Imran equally. The sudden fall of the COAS led to preparations to take the case to court. By then, Zak-Shadow had spent nine months in detention, and up until that moment, no one had been allowed to see him except his guards and the COAS himself.
Because the matter was a special operation and everyone lost their voice at the very first court sitting, judgment was delivered immediately. Haysam Abdul-Rasheed Shehu Kobi was sentenced to twenty-five years in prison, while Imran Abbas was sentenced to five years. By Allah, this incident did not shake only Mammah’s lineage and Imran’s family—it shook the entire nation. Almost instantly, patriotic youths and some groups began peaceful protests, rejecting the verdict passed on Zak-Shadow and Imran.
Later, the protest began to turn violent, and the chaos was not caused by just anyone but by a dark group that realized efforts were being made to dismantle their success. Strict security measures were imposed, forcing the youths back into their homes. The struggle shifted to arguments on the media alone, accompanied by prayers seeking help from the ALMIGHTY, and warnings to politicians to remember that Allah will bring us to the next elections. Anyone with insight who looked closely at what happened knew clearly that the judgment was purely political.
On Mammah’s side, silence prevailed. This time, despite her resilience and ability to suppress pain, she collapsed and was hospitalized. It took almost two months before Allah restored her health, though hypertension had already taken its toll on her. The younger ones were equally shaken. Matters reached the point where Ma’aruff and Ja’afar considered calling off their wedding, which was already close, but Mammah refused outright—she would not agree to it.
As soon as she began to recover, wedding preparations resumed. In fact, the house they were to live in had been completed even before Imran’s arrest; when he returned, it was ready. After his arrest, Uncle Nasiru insisted that plans continue, following Mammah’s advice. Just one week after Mammah was discharged from the hospital—and barely two full weeks after the verdict was passed on Dada and the others—the wedding of Ma’aruff and Ja’afar was held.
However, the wedding had no real joy to it. Only the marriage was conducted, and the bride and groom moved in together. Apart from children like Nimrah, who were absorbed in their own little joys, everyone else was merely holding on with forced strength. Still, the event was completed, and everyone dispersed peacefully.