Book Title; " *THE FORGOTTEN CHILD; A PRICE OF TRADITION" By Mrs. M.B Fatima.* This captivating book contains 3 different realistic fictions. Second Realistic Fiction of the Book *"The Unseen Life of Nafi: A House Girl's Journey to Empowerment".* *Episode 1* In the remote village of Gobirawa, Zamfara State, the sun beat down on the small, clay house of Nafi's family. Sakina, her Mother, sold Boubou and dried Okro from their home, while her Father, Salihu, tilled the land as a farmer. Their family of eight was a lively one, with seven girls and 1 boys, the youngest of whom was the apple of their eyes - the first and only male child, a cherubic boy who brought joy to all. Karime, the eldest, had been married off to a wealthy old man in the village at the tender age of fourteen, a union that filled her with sorrow. But Salihu had been swayed by the man's riches and had forced Karime into the union, despite her protests. One day, Hajia Saude arrived in Gobirawa, her words dripping with honey as she promised parents that she would take their daughters to Abuja and place them in luxurious homes, where they would be treated like royalty. She vowed to enroll them in schools and send their salaries back to their families, painting a picture of a brighter future that was hard to resist. Salihu was convinced. He called out to his daughter Nafi, who was playing outside with her siblings, her bright eyes and curious spirit a joy to behold. "Nafi, come here," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "This woman, Hajia Saude, she has a good job for you in Abuja. You will work in a big house and go to school. She will send us money every month." Nafi's eyes widened as she approached her father, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and fear. She was only10-11 years old, and the thought of leaving her family and village was daunting. "But, Father, I don't want to go," she protested, her voice trembling. Salihu's face softened, and he placed a hand on her shoulder. "Nafi, my daughter, this is an opportunity for you to make a better life for yourself. You will be fine, I promise. Hajia Saude will take good care of you." As Nafi bid farewell to her family, her mother, Sakina, stood by, her eyes brimming with tears. She was heartbroken at the thought of losing her daughter, but she couldn’t express her dissent. The misuse of traditional and religious beliefs dictated that women couldn’t question a man’s authority, and Salihu has made up his mind. Sakina’s silence was a heavy burden, as she felt powerless to stop her daughter from leaving. She had always been taught to respect her husband’s decision, even if they went against her own instincts, he knows better. As she hugged Nafi tightly, trying to memorize the feel of her small body, Sakina’s mind raced with fears and doubts. But she couldn’t plead with him to keep their daughter safe at home. All she could do was hold her tears back and watch as Nafi was led away, feeling a part of her own heart being torn out. With a heavy heart, Nafi bid farewell to her family, her siblings clinging to her as she hugged them tight. Hajia Saude left Gobirawa with eleven children, including Nafi, bound for Abuja, leaving behind a trail of hopes and dreams. As they bid farewell to their families, the eleven children followed Hajia Saude to her house in Zamfara's main town. The atmosphere was tense with a mix of excitement and fear. Once they arrived, five different women awaited them, each assigned to take two children to various cities. The plan was to distribute them evenly, ensuring no one would suspect a large group of children being taken away. Hajia Saude called out the names, pairing each child with a woman. Nafi's heart raced as she waited, her eyes fixed on Hajia Saude. "Nafi, ...................! Contact @07062100679 via Whatsapp or email; [email protected] for purchase the complete e-book/Softcopy. Don't forget your review and comment via the above WhatsApp number is fully welcome. Thank you 🤗