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Part 1: The Tragedy in Yola South
It was a day that the people of Adamawa State—or rather, the whole of Nigeria and every mother—will never forget; a black day that carved a dark history into the hearts of the innocent.
The rain poured heavily from sunset until ten o'clock at night in Yola South, Adamawa State. For a long time, she had been groaning, crying, and reciting every prayer that came to her lips: "Oh Allah, You see and You hear. Oh Allah, by God, I have suffered. Oh Allah, I need Your help in this situation (summa yasirhu—it is recommended for every pregnant woman to say this prayer, stroke her stomach, or blow on water and drink it until the time of delivery)."
Clinging to her relative and crying, she said: "Calm down, by the grace of God you will deliver safely now. Keep praying, you see I am praying too, right? And I don't want to tell Mama on the phone, you know her blood pressure will rise since she has high blood pressure. Right now, we are almost arriving at the Specialist General Hospital."
Nurses rushed toward them, bringing a wheelchair and eagerly lifting this poor woman with her huge belly, which seemed to overwhelm her entirely. Despite being in a harrowing condition, her natural beauty still shone through—she was fair-skinned, tall, and well-figured, despite the huge pregnancy.
Amidst all this commotion, the only man present was the tricycle driver who brought them. "Addah Salma, please don't leave me in this condition. Where are you going? By God, I am going to die. Please Addah Salma, forgive me, I swear by the Essence of the Lord I have never committed an evil deed."
"Come on, please have patience, be quiet, and calm down. You will give birth safely. Everyone starts this way, and no one is beyond the wickedness of Satan. I am going to get the file, you guys go inside, I have the hand card and I am going to grab the file," said Addah Salma.
Brushing off her hijab, she walked away, casting anxious glances back at her relative Suhaima. Malam Salihu hurried along with Addah Salmah, and they rushed inside.
As soon as the nurses took her in, she cried bitterly, uttering nothing except prayers and seeking the best from God to ease her through this severe distress.
Addah Salma sat outside the labor room, resting her head in her hands, overwhelmed by the situation. She was beside herself, waiting anxiously just to hear that Suhaima had delivered.
A nurse stepped out and said, "Someone needs to urgently go and buy this," handing Malam Salihu a slip of paper with brief writing. Thinking to himself that he only had one thousand naira in his pocket, alongside three thousand five hundred naira meant for tomorrow's balance, within less than 20 minutes Malam Salihu returned with the leader (prescription medicine/items).
Part 2: The Birth and the Raid
As soon as they returned to Suhaima, nothing could be heard except her cries echoing in the room: "Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar! Subhanallahi! Wallahu Akbar! Allah, grant my child protection, unite him with his father wherever he may be! Allah, reveal the truth in this 'DARK IN LIGHT'..."
With a powerful scream and great bravery, Suhaima shouted the Takbeer, striking the eardrums of everyone nearby. Addah Salma leaped to her feet as if she wanted to break down the door of the labor room to see what was happening to Suhaima. The cries of a newborn confirmed that Suhaima had delivered. Before she realized it, she shouted her own Takbeer: "Allah, You see, You see, You see! Forgive me for the sin I committed! Allah, forgive me for the sake of the best of creation, MUHAMMADU RASULLULLAHI SALLALLAHU ALAYHI WASSALLAM!"
Another baby emerged, letting out a sharp cry, and his twin intensified his crying as well. The maternity ward echoed with the beautiful cries of newborn twin baby boys who looked identical. Their hands were joined as they emerged, and it took effort to separate them one by one—meaning whatever one did, the other would do as well; such is the power of God.
Nurses quickly began tending to the babies. One came out and told Addah Salma, "Congratulations, she has delivered safely. She has given birth to two handsome twin boys who look like Arabs."
Addah Salma said joyfully, "Praise be to Allah, the Exalted Lord, the Master of all things, who does as He pleases whenever He pleases. I hope Suhaima is in perfect health?"
Before the nurse could open her mouth to speak, the sound of gunshots filled the entire hospital.
Terrorists dressed in black, holding heavy firearms and covering their faces with black veils, stormed the maternity ward. They forced everyone—men and women, security guards, nurses, doctors, and patients—to lie down. Then they began snatching the newborns, handing them to their accomplices, and taking the babies outside.
"My children! Please help me, I am a new mother! Waiyo Allah! Waiyo Allah! Oh my life!" One of them shoved Suhaima, sending her tumbling face-down as she screamed, "Addah Salma, Malam Salihu, police, please help me, they are running away with my children!" She didn't even feel the pain in her body—in fact, not just her, but the other new mothers were also in critical conditions.
With merciless cruelty, a huge man came over and slapped her twice. That didn't stop her; she reached out and grabbed his foot, crying, "If you know the value of the Messenger of Allah, bring my children back to me!" He dealt a vicious punch to her stomach, muffled her mouth tightly, and bound her hands to the delivery bed. All the women were in complete panic as babies—including the twins—were being taken away.
Those men left with at least 16 stolen babies, mounted motorcycles, and sped away.
Five minutes after they left, the police arrived after the damage was already done. The brave nurses began pulling patients along.
Right away, Suhaima burst into another Takbeer that shook the labor room. It seemed another labor pain had hit her. The police stepped outside to continue their investigations.
Suhaima gave birth to a baby girl this time. By the grace of God, Addah Salma recovered from the fainting spell she had suffered.
"Addah Salma?" Suhaima wept. "Addah Salma, here is my daughter. I do not know what the Almighty has destined for her life. I have faced all sorts of life trials. I have seen it firsthand, my life is ruined, they took my children away today—today! I just gave birth to them, I haven't even finished the pains of labor."
"Allah, You see and You hear this happening! Allah, I leave my children in Your hands. Allah, rescue my children for me! My Lord, I have never committed zina, I was never a prostitute, I don't do drugs, I don't steal, I haven't committed murder. Oh Allah, I followed You, I followed Your Messenger, I followed Your religion, I followed my mother and father. I maintained family ties, I gave charity, I was generous, I wasn't envious, I didn't practice hypocrisy, I didn't take usury."
"Oh Allah, You have given me a life trial that is extremely difficult and complicated. Allah, unravel it for me, reveal the light within the darkness! Does a mother not feel the warmth of her child? Does a mother not feed her child? Does a mother not hug her child? Does a mother not look into her child's eyes? Allah, here is a new mother! May my last breath not leave my body without vengeance upon these oppressors!"
"Allah, here is a mother shedding tears over the children she birthed today, who earlier were enemies of Yours—please rescue her children!"
Speaking with a choked voice while Addah Salma barely understood anything because she was out of it herself, the women cried helplessly while the police gathered evidence...
Seeing this, Suhaima grabbed Addah Salma's hand tightly and said, "My children are triplets, three of them I birthed. I am leaving my daughter in your trust, name her... Ruqayya, her name is... Ruq... qy... ah..."
She began closing her eyes. Addah Salma let out a loud scream; nurses and police rushed to her. They prompted her with the Kalimat ash-Shahada, and she whispered her last... Kullu nafsin dā'iqatul mawt (Every soul shall taste death).
Suhaima had passed away.
Part 3: The Aftermath and the Conspiracy
So painful; my whole body went cold at this page, even though it's just the beginning of the book... May Allah wrap you in His mercy, Suhaima. May Allah answer your prayers. RIP.
- Who is Suhaima, what does her life story entail, and who is her sister Addah Salma?
- Does this mean the children Suhaima gave birth to were children of zina or legitimate?
- Who is the father of the children if they are legitimate? Why doesn't Addah Salma know the father or anything about him?
- If they are illegitimate children of zina, why is Suhaima seeking forgiveness and swearing her children have a pure lineage?
- Oh my God, some people have no mercy at all. Separating a mother from her child is a major crime. What steps will the government take regarding this incident?
- Will these children survive, or will they vanish like this? Slowly, the confusion in the book will unfold.
DUHU CIKIN HASKE (Dark in Light) 60% True Life Story by 'Kanwar Soja
Part 4: The Lagos Connection and the Cult
The entire Adamawa State erupted over the terrorist attack. Across Nigeria, newspapers, television stations, and radio stations buzzed with discussions of this baffling event. Social media, the web, and the internet went wild. It was a day that will never be forgotten in the history of Nigeria: at least sixteen babies were abducted in Adamawa State.
The entire town was swarming with security agents inside and out, in cities and villages, trying to trace these terrorists.
As soon as they packed the sixteen babies onto their two-wheeled motorcycles, they sped straight into the bushes, cutting through trees and rivers without a hint of fear. They didn't rest, they didn't sleep, making it impossible to track where they went.
JAHAR LAGOS (Lagos State)
"Hoooooooooooooo... Hhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii... Huuuuuuuuuuuu!"
"As for the boss, I am telling you, I poured ten million naira into these children for them to share. My sole desire is for them to bring these babies to me today via boat, so we can feed our cult group with blood. I'm sure she is angry with us, which is why she hasn't rained money on us yet."
From the other end, the voice replied: "Akeeboo wulkusum."
Click. He ended the call, took a sip of cold water, and went back to sleep in peace, comfort, and without fear.
He smiled to himself because although the boss said ten million, the truth was he was only going to give them five million for the job they did.
When they got close to the riverbank, they removed their masks in the joy of success, greeted one another, and hugged, jumping around in excitement. Then they noticed Bala was missing from their group! They panicked, looking around wildly. Realizing there was no sign of Bala, they mounted their motorcycles with fifteen babies and pressed forward without turning back or looking for their traveling companion, assuming a terrible disaster had befallen him.
When they arrived at the river, they met the boat and immediately checked the fifteen babies. One of the boatmen asked, "Where is one child?"
The leader of their group said, "He was with our traveling companion. We only realized when we got here that he wasn't with our group. We didn't attempt to look for him so we wouldn't risk our own lives as well."
He spoke looking straight into his eyes. "It's a lie, I swear! You must deduct his share instead of the one baby lost to the boss... because of your extreme carelessness and foolishness." With humility, the man handed over the money with a portion deducted, turned around, started the boat engine, and headed to Lagos...
Sitting down, Alhaji Ali looked at the fifteen babies brought to him—one was missing. Even though he was extremely angry, it didn't stop him from looking at a handsome baby in baby clothes. The baby opened his beautiful eyes, and their eyes locked directly. Alhaji Ali stared wide-eyed, which startled the baby, causing him to start crying loudly. The man who brought them quickly used a white scarf to force him back to sleep.
Alhaji Ali said: "Did you tell anyone that one child is missing?" He replied, "No, boss, only you know." "Well, whoever asks you, say two were lost because I want this baby to win my heart. I will give you a reward of 10 million naira for yourself alone, but it must be a secret. Let's keep those group members 'Dark in Light'—do you agree?"
Greedy for the huge money, the man said, "I agree, boss. No one will know about this story. I swear even in the afterlife I will never betray your secret."
As they chatted into the night, the man took the baby and whispered the name MUHAMMADU JAMALUDDIN into his ear, saying he was a bright child.
As night deepened, a gathering began—a meeting of dark occultists. By all appearances, Alhaji Ali was among the major advisors. Very important people who bore titles of the wealthy stood naked before a raw idol, rubbing animal fat and white powder over their bodies, muttering incantations, shaking daggers, and holding large bowls of blood over their heads. While in this state, they sacrificed ten more children lives (Audhubillah)...
Part 5: The Fulani Herdsman and the Dying Terrorist
A boy of about thirteen years old was walking, dressed in Fulani attire with a staff in his hand, singing his little song in the middle of the wilderness while herding cattle.
He heard the cry of a newborn baby seemingly from a distance. He stopped singing, feeling curious to find out what happened (Hande mi buɗi min Buba).
"Oh, I am in trouble today, let me go see, Buba."
In the distance, he spotted what looked like a corpse lying down, flies swarming over its decaying body. Running hastily, the Fulani boy approached the grim campsite to investigate...
"Ya Subhanallah, an evil disaster has befallen this servant of Allah in the middle of the wilderness," said the young Fulani boy, speaking in his broken Hausa.
Seeing that the man was struggling for breath, the boy took water from his flask and sprinkled it on him. The man gasped: "I have plunged into a very grave sin! Please help me with this infant, take him to your home! Indeed, I am among the foolish who forget that Allah is not unjust to His servant. I struck a woman in labor, I separated a mother from her child—surely I do not deserve forgiveness from my Lord! I repent, Allah, I have seen suffering, I am going to die, I leave this child in your trust as a pledge..."
Immediately, the man began vomiting black blood with a terrible stench and died with his mouth wide open, staring at the infant...
Buba didn't understand all of that explanation; all he understood was that this servant of Allah was seeking forgiveness from God.
Buba noticed a tiny infant with his eyes closed, crying until he was exhausted—a beautiful newborn baby whose face was bright red from distress, enhanced by his fair skin.
Hastily, the boy picked up the infant, drove his cattle home with anxiety and fear of their mother Inna's temper if she saw him with this baby today—better Baffa, to whom Allah had given a merciful heart...
Part 6: Arrival at the Fulani Hut
Buba's arrival at a hut fenced with woven mats coincided with the visit of an elderly man. Dressed in a faded, threadbare shadda gown showing the wear of poverty, he looked like an old elder. Seeing Buba carrying a bundled rag, Baffa asked, "What do you have in your hands, Buba?"
In the Fulani language, the boy handed it over. Upon seeing a newborn infant, Baffa panicked—what if Buba had stolen someone's child?
"Hey Buba, where did you get this?"
Buba recounted the whole story. "Allahu Akbar! And where are his parents?"
Buba rose from his squatting position, drove their cattle into the pen, and then walked back inside the hut with Baffa.
The hut was enclosed with mats, having only two rooms of traditional mud construction with a small doorway. An old woman sat in the courtyard holding a wooden bowl (fefe), grinding snuff. Her arrival caused her to spit out her mouth-saliva, which had turned red from chewing kola nut; many of her teeth were missing, and their color had shifted from white to reddish. She wiped the dirt from her hands onto her wrapper, wiped her mucus, and started unleashing curses as if she had brought them into the world.
"So today, where did you pick up a baby again, Baffa? Did you start stealing children, no stories!"
"Haba Lantana, look at me in my old age! Since my mother birthed me, have you ever heard a rumor that I stole even a grain of beans, let alone a human child, you granddaughter of death?"
"Ohhh, yo what do I have to do with that? It's your big self! Who knows what secret things you hide until you were allowed to marry me, only for me to end up in a wretched house? Stealing is nothing new—if the rat is at fault, daddawa (local seasoning) also has its smell!"
Buba, standing between them, was used to his parents' bickering, so it didn't bother him. His only goal was to receive this baby from Baffa's hands. He went and picked up their ragged, worn-out mat that had turned the color of soot from blowing fire, tapped it against a stone to straighten it, and laid it out for Baffa right in front of the doorway. Then he took a stubby broom and swept away the dirt Inna had left—typical of her, waiting for him or Baffa to clean up after her.
Buba's voice brought them back from their raging war of insults and bickering: "Baffa, here is the mat I laid out for you."
In their Fulani language, Baffa told the boy, "May Allah bless you."
Wuff! Inna Lantana snapped, "As for me, may Allah curse me too if that new bastard of yours starts talking!"
Baffa sat down on the mat after slipping off his worn rubber sandals. "Ihuuu! Truly, if you bring that baby to stay in this house, my father is a bastard!"
Baffa widened his eyes because, after all, her father was his own father since they came from the same womb. Her remark annoyed him, but he exercised patience and sat down. "Oh, now I see! So the child is a bastard, his father a village gigolo! Well, people of the town, behold the one you take as your religious teacher—his prostitute girlfriend has brought him his child because she couldn't raise it..."
Without paying attention to her, as if he couldn't hear her, Baffa uncovered the baby's face. He was pure white, very handsome and bright, with a certain majesty and dignity about him. The baby opened his large, reddish eyes and fixed his gaze steadily on Baffa.
Baffa said, "Masha Allah!"
Bala also leaned in and said, "Baffa, I have gotten a brother! We will study together, herd cattle, play, and go to the stream, right?"
Baffa smiled, touched the baby's ear, and whispered the name Muhammad Kamaluddin to him. Bala smiled and said, "Kamal, my friend!"
Heartburn and jealousy made Inna storm into her room. "Children of a bitch, you see how Baffa has turned around because of some foundling baby? Tomorrow morning I am going to report this to Malam Gorkun to check it out for me—even before I saw him, I hated him!"
She came out, dropped the dawa (millet) meal she had stirred, and took it into her room. Seeing this, Baffa put a pot of hot water on the fire and instructed Buba to milk the cow. Within a short time, he prepared everything, gave Kamal a bath with Buba's help, fed him milk, and the baby fell asleep with a deep sigh of relief.
So Kamaluddin, may Allah bless your life. How will your life turn out with these three people?
- Confusion: Who is Baffa?!
- Who is dirty Inna?!
- What does the family history entail? It looks like everything in this house is upside down.
- Could this really be where the life of the servant of Allah, Kamal, will remain?
Summary
The story opens in Yola South, Adamawa State, during a heavy downpour, where a heavily pregnant woman named Suhaima is in agonizing labor. Accompanied by her sister Addah Salma and Malam Salihu, she is rushed to the Specialist General Hospital. Amidst her intense contractions, she delivers identical twin baby boys whose hands are physically joined at birth. Shortly after, terrorists clad in black storm the maternity ward, terrorizing staff and patients, and abduct at least 16 newborns, including Suhaima's twins.
Despite the tragedy, Suhaima goes into labor again and gives birth to a baby girl, naming her Ruqayya before tragically passing away from exhaustion and heartbreak (Kullu nafsin dā'iqatul mawt). Meanwhile, the kidnapped babies are transported toward Lagos for a wealthy occultist, Alhaji Ali, who runs a dark cult. During the journey, one baby is separated in the bush and found by a young Fulani herdsman named Buba, who brings the infant to his home. Despite the protests of Buba's harsh stepmother (Inna Lantana), Baffa (the household elder) welcomes the baby, names him Muhammad Kamaluddin, and decides to raise him alongside Buba and Bala.
Description
- Genre: Drama / True-Life Story / Fiction Thriller
- Setting: Adamawa State (Yola South) and Lagos State, Nigeria
- Core Themes: Maternal sacrifice, brutal criminal syndicates/child trafficking, occultism, family conflict, and divine destiny.
- Tone: Emotional, tense, tragic, and deeply suspenseful.
Analytics
- Primary Characters Introduced:
- Suhaima: The tragic protagonist, a virtuous woman who suffers immense pain, gives birth to twins and a daughter, and dies due to the trauma of the hospital raid.
- Addah Salma: Suhaima’s supportive and protective sister.
- Malam Salihu: A companion assisting the sisters at the hospital.
- Alhaji Ali: A wealthy, corrupt cult leader in Lagos orchestrating the mass infant abduction for dark rituals.
- Buba: A young, kind-hearted Fulani herdsman who discovers one of the lost babies in the wilderness.
- Baffa: The patriarchal figure in Buba's household who shows compassion and names the baby Kamaluddin.
- Inna Lantana: Buba's abusive, foul-mouthed, and resistant stepmother.
- Bala: Buba's brother who warmly embraces the newborn.
- Key Plot Milestones:
- The birth of the twin boys and their subsequent abduction by terrorists.
- Suhaima's delivery of a baby girl followed by her heartbreaking death.
- The trafficking route to Lagos and Alhaji Ali's occult operation.
- The survival and adoption of one abandoned infant (Kamaluddin) by a humble Fulani family.
