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Lagos, Nigeria
The blaring sound of the fire alarm jolted Amna awake at exactly 9:06 a.m. With a pounding heart, she sat up and tossed the covers aside, dashing out of the bedroom, still groggy from sleep.
She stopped in her tracks at the entrance to the kitchen, eyes widening in shock at the scene before her: thick smoke from a flaming pan on the stove, and Aslam stood in front of the electric stove, pouring a glass of water directly onto the flames.
"Oh my god!" she shouted, immediately springing forward to snatch the glass from his hand before he could cause an even bigger disaster. "What are you doing?! Pouring water will only make it spread!"
Aslam raised an eyebrow at her, barely flinching. "It's just a little fire, Amna. Relax," he replied, dismissively as he reached for another glass of water.
Amna's eyes narrowed, and without wasting another second, she grabbed a dish towel, covered her hand, and carefully lifted the flaming pan from the stove. Holding it at arm's length, she carried it to the sink, and she paused for a moment, scanning the countertop for a solution. She quickly took a jar of salt, pouring a huge amount over the flames, when the fire quenched, she turned on the faucet, the water dousing the flames until it died out.
She let out a sigh of relief, glancing back at Aslam, who stood there with an unreadable expression. Her eyes narrowed as she crossed her arms, glaring at him.
"Were you trying to burn the apartment down?" she asked, coughing as she waved the smoke away from her face. "I mean, how—why would you just pour water on a grease fire?"
Aslam scratched the back of his neck, shifting his weight from one foot to another and cleared his throat, letting out a small cough. "I was hungry," he muttered nonchalantly. "I just wanted to fry some eggs. Pan got too hot, that's all."
"Eggsssss? You nearly set the kitchen on fire saboda eggs?" Amna glared at him. "And you didn't think to wake me up or, I don't know, grab a fire extinguisher instead of pouring water?"
Without replying, he moved to the windows and opened them to let the smoke escape.
Amna was unable to believe the calm indifference in his tone. "Aslam, the smoke alarm is blaring through the entire building, and you're standing here acting unbothered!"
He shrugged with one hand and leaned against the counter.
Before she could start another round of scolding, a loud knock came from the front door.
Both of them turned towards the sound, and Amna realized it had to be the building's emergency service. "Uhh... it's probably emergency service, ka ganiiii, you have woken up residents too I am sure."
He eyes scanned her nightdress, "Wear your hijab..." He started walking to exit the kitchen. "Actually, just stay here. I'll handle it."
When he opened the door, two emergency responders stood there, wearing reflective vests, both holding a fire extinguishers, with another trolley containing a couple more extinguishers in front of them.
One of them looked ahead into the apartment for any sign of smoke or fire the moment he opened the door.
"Is everything alright here, Sir?" one of them asked. "We got a signal from the fire alarm on this floor."
"Yes, yes," Aslam answered quickly, flashing a smile. "It was just a little... mishap in the kitchen. I ...uhhh, actuallyyy, it's under control!" He smiled, leaning casually against the doorframe.
