ABADAN

About this Novel

She slowly crossed the road and joined the long queue ahead of her. Despite the considerable number of people in line, she displayed remarkable patience. She placed her hand on her chest and whispered, "Wow, God." She continued to move forward with a grace that suggested she wasn't bothered by the scorching sun. To an observer, her unhurried pace might indicate that the day's heat didn't trouble her. Yet, underneath her modest attire – a long dress, a skirt, a flowing hijab, and a small crossbody bag – she was enduring the sweltering conditions. Her journey was brief, and soon she reached the entrance of their modest home, located in a humble cluster of houses. Although the building was made of bricks, it lacked proper plastering and was only painted. She removed her crossbody bag, poised to enter the house. However, her gaze shifted downward to the staircase. There, a young man stood waiting, clearly engaged in conversation with her sister. The way they were positioned and talking suggested they were close. She feigned ignorance and continued walking, as this behavior of hers tended to irritate all the children in the house.