They entered the Lawyers' headquarters and arrived too. But before they could finish, he was taken to a separate room. It was just a table and two chairs facing each other. When he finished looking at the room, his face was pale before he sat down. He was sitting among the officers, respectfully asking him if he needed anything like tea. Jim looked at the officer, then smiled slightly to indicate no. Jim came out, and he leaned back in his chair and just closed his eyes. About twenty minutes later, the door opened again. He didn't move or open his eyes until the officer sat down. He knocked on the table a little, but even then, Maash refused to move. He then shook his head and opened his eyes and stared at the officer without moving. The officer could not bear the sight, so he averted his eyes and said, “Sir, we don’t have enough time. If you don’t mind, answer a few questions for us.”
“Go straight to your point,” Maash said in a low voice.
The officer’s heart was racing, but without saying anything he continued, “There are containers of yours that left Lagos last night for Ghana. Children were found in one of them that we are sure were destined for. Still, in the container, the children were sleeping, and underneath it we found criminal material.”
“Like......?”
Maash said with contempt. Now the officer looked at him angrily. However, he could not say anything and continued, “The drivers confirmed to us that they came from your company.” He ended the conversation by sending him the photos in front of him. Batare Maash took the photos, not just staring at them. He shook his head slightly, filled with worry and said, “I don’t think my staff knows these faces”.
“We won’t confirm that, because you can hide them. But you can’t say that the containers aren’t yours”.
Silence showed no sign of Maash’s being disturbed, until he shook his head and let out a short smile, reaching out to stroke his matted facial hair. He adjusted his posture, his hands completely on the table, and glared at the officer. “Mr Man, it seems appropriate that you remember that you are a lawyer, not a judge. The only chance of getting answers to your questions is from my lawyers”. Then he adjusted his posture, closed his eyes again, both hands crossed over his chest.
The man entered in a state of despair. So he stood up angrily and left his thing. Maash smiled and let out a small sound without opening his eyes.
Maash's lawyers were fighting at the station until the evening, he was still where he was taken. It was only when it was time for Sallah that he needed to perform ablution. They had no right to stop him. He did not even look at the food that Hayatu brought him. As for him, the whole station was not even his concern. His mind was completely absent from it.
Before Maghrib, Baba prof... He arrived, and went straight to the airport and the station was also busy, here he found almost all the family members. Paah, Uncle Abdullahi, Hajiya Mammah, Maman Maleeka (Uncle Abdullahi's wife) and Hayatu who was driving between the hospital where Samraah was admitted to here. Even after Baba prof.. arrived, it took three hours at the station before they got Maash's bell under some strict conditions.
At nine o'clock and a few minutes, Maash was taken out of this room. At one glance, his family members slightly averted their eyes. Then he continued to walk in his own way until they were where they were. Baba prof.. held him and hugged him while he was struggling to mention Alhamdulillah. Maash didn't say anything. After releasing him, he went back to asking him questions. “Are you hungry? Are you sick somewhere? Did they do something to you?.....”
"Grandpa! I'm not a small boy now".
He interrupted Baba prof.. in a voice full of concern. Baba prof.. smiled and ruffled his hair like he did every time they met. “Oh, I forgot Muhammad Awwab, my stone is a stone, don't be afraid, it will fall.”
