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He realized he had spent his life saving for a "look" while the girl of his dreams wanted his heart.

He carefully took it off and folded it. He was relieved to be back in his own faded, worn tunic. It was thin and old, but it was his. He realized he had spent his life saving

The garment belonged to his childhood friend, Bashir, who lived in the big house with the gated driveway. For Aminu, a man living on a modest tailor’s wages, this was a "Rigar Aro"—a borrowed robe. He needed it for the wedding of Bilkisu, the woman he had loved in silence for three years. The Grand Entrance It was thin and old, but it was his

✨ If you’d like, I can: Rewrite this as a modern-day script Change the ending to be more hopeful Focus more on the lyrics of the song within the story He needed it for the wedding of Bilkisu,

Aminu left before the feast. He walked back to his small room, the dusty streets staining the bottom of Bashir’s expensive white robe.

He found Bilkisu sitting among her friends. She looked like a queen in her lace, her hands patterned with deep red henna. When her eyes met Aminu’s, she didn't look at the expensive embroidery of his robe. She looked at his face with a sadness that pierced his confidence.