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 2,* 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, you'll come with me to Abuja," she said. Hajia Saude's smile faded, her eyes gleaming with a sinister intent. "Foolish children," she sneered, her voice dripping with malice. "You think you're going to a better life? Ha! You're nothing but pawns in my game, tools to make me richer." Nafi's eyes widened in horror as Hajia Saude's true nature was revealed. She had been so convincing, so kind, and so caring in Gobirawa, but it was all an act. She had manipulated their parents, gaining their trust to get her hands on their children. The other children seemed just as shocked, their faces pale and frightened. Hajia Saude's cruelty only intensified. She berated her, calling her worthless and stupid, and her words cut deeper than any physical blow. Nafi felt her hope dwindling, replaced by a sense of despair and desperation. As they set off, Nafi's eyes widened in awe. She had never seen Zamfara City before, and the sights and sounds were overwhelming. The bustling streets, the markets, and the people rushing to and fro left her breathless. She clung to Hajia Saude's hand, feeling both scared and thrilled. As they approached Abuja, the city's grandeur took Nafi's breath away. The sleek buildings, the modern roads, and the vibrant atmosphere left her in wonder. "We're almost there, Nafi," Hajia Saude said, her eyes shining with excitement. Nafi's heart raced with anticipation, unsure of what lay ahead but ready to face whatever come’s next. She barely provided her with food or water all through the journey, and her insults and cruelty knew no bounds. Nafi felt like she was walking through a nightmare, her mind numb and her body weak. But she refused to give up. She thought of her family, her village, and the life she left behind. She knew she had to survive, no matter what lay ahead for her family sake. ***** ***** They traveled through dusty roads, crowded markets, and bustling towns. Nafi saw glimpses of a world she never knew existed, but her joy was short-lived. Hajia Saude's grip on her hand only tightened, reminding her of her captivity. By evening, as they arrive at Abuja's city, Hajia Saude's demeanor changed. Her eyes gleamed with excitement, and her smile returned, but this time it was laced with malice. "Welcome to Abuja, my dear," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Here, you'll find a new life, a better life. But don't think you're free. You're mine now, and you'll do as I say." Nafi's heart raced as they entered the city, the lights and sounds overwhelming her. She knew she was walking into a new world, one that would change her life forever. But she was determined to hold onto her spirit, to never let Hajia Saude break her. Nafi's eyes widened as she entered Hajia Saude's opulent mansion in Abuja. The grandeur and extravagance were overwhelming, but what caught her attention were the other children, some older, some younger, all with a hint of sadness in their eyes. She realized that she was not alone in this nightmare. Hajia Saude's phone rang frequently, and her conversations were laced with sinister intentions. "Yes, I have a new batch... Yes, they're young and strong... No, they won't disappoint." Nafi's heart raced as she understood the true nature of Hajia Saude's business. She was a child trafficker. The next day, Hajia Saude gathered Nafi and the two new girls in the living room. "Listen up children," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "I have rules and regulations here. If you're lucky enough to be sent as house help, 50% of your salary will come to me, and 50% will go to your parents. And if you're involved in any other business... well, let's just say I'll take my cut." Nafi's mind raced as Hajia Saude asked if they had started menstruating. The other girls nodded, but Nafi shook her head, feeling a sense of shame. "I don't care about that," Hajia Saude snapped. "All I care about is the money." Days passed, and Nafi awaited her fate. Then, one morning, Hajia Zulai arrived with her friend Hajia Hure. "I need a new house help," Hajia Zulai said, her eyes fixed on Nafi. "Can she wash dishes, mop, and sweep?" Before Nafi could answer, Hajia Saude intervened. "Oh, Nafi is a hard worker. She can do any kind of work." The two women discussed the salary, and Hajia Saude instructed Nafi to pack her clothes. "You'll leave with them now," she said, her voice straight. Nafi's heart raced as she followed Hajia Zulai and Hajia Hure to the car. She glanced back at the mansion, wondering if she would ever escape this living hell. As they drove off, Nafi's eyes widened in awe, fixed on the endless expanse of express roads, majestic cars, and grand houses that far surpassed Hajia Saude's mansion. The city's opulence was a far cry from her village's simplicity. Eventually, they arrived at a breathtaking boulevard, the residence of Hajia Zulai's family. The four-bedroom main house boasted two sprawling parlors upstairs, while the two-bedroom boys' quarter house stood separately. Vibrant flowers adorned the fence, a lush garden flourished by the side, and a sparkling swimming pool glimmered in the sunlight. The kitchen, equipped with state-of-the-art appliances, resembled a miniature food factory. .... Contact @07062100679 via Whatsapp or email; [email protected] for purchase the complete e-book/Softcopy. 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