AHLIN LASHKHAR

About this Novel

The burial of His Highness, Sarki Abdullahi, the king of Gezo of Kano city, was a solemn affair. His body, shrouded in a pristine white cloth, exuded the scent of musk incense as mourners gathered around. Despite the grief that hung heavy in the air, there was a serene smile etched on his face, as if he had found peace in the afterlife. Among the mourners stood a young boy, no older than thirteen, his fair skin accentuated by the single eyelash that graced his large eyes. With a heavy heart, he placed a comforting hand on Ummah's shoulder and uttered softly, "Umma Abba won't return." Behind him stood a young woman of about fifteen, embracing him tightly, unwilling to let go. As tears flowed freely, she spoke of the injustice of their father's untimely demise, lamenting the lack of closure and justice. Even within the safety of his royal carriage, their father had been struck down, his assailant still at large. The absence of accountability threatened the very fabric of their society, leaving them vulnerable and afraid. Amidst the mourners stood Alhaji Aliyu, a prominent figure known throughout Nigeria for his business acumen.