AZIZA

About this Novel

He sits alone in the dark, perched upon a black chair in his room, unmoving, almost robotic. His gaze is fixed upon the large wooden window that faces the house's courtyard. The wooden frame of the window, like most in the room, has succumbed to termites' relentless onslaught. More than four hours have passed since he settled into this solitary vigil, yet he remains in an almost trance-like state. His eyes aimlessly wander toward the ceiling, and he can't discern what they are truly fixed upon. The house has fallen into slumber, with only the old clock persistently ticking away, its sounds akin to a drunkard's stagger, yet still determined. Occasional distant sounds pierce the night, but none disturb Sanusi, for he is consumed by a message he received earlier in the evening—an unbelievable message. "Believe it or not," it read, "Aziza's marriage is over..." This statement echoes in his mind, a constant scream that paralyzes his senses, compelling him to remain in this room, immobile, struggling to come to terms with the words.