BANA KAUNAR KA

About this Novel

**Wahida! Wahida!!** I saw it quickly enough. "Hello, how about we sit and talk?" I was sitting there looking at him; the only thing between us was raw honesty. There was no hiding, no pretense because, God, why don't you love your brother, Shahid (Bom Boy)? I lowered my gaze. I could come clean and confess my true feelings. But could I? No, I couldn't. I looked up to see him staring at me, aware that it wasn't that simple. Don't you want to know if I like you? I pondered, but it wasn't easy to muster the courage. He knocked on the door and said yes. "You have to make a martyr out of me, whether you like it or not. That's me." Honestly, I DON'T LOVE HIM like that, he should be pushed away. I'm sorry... he was angry and stormed off. In the bedroom, someone asked, "How are you?" I kept silent, not wanting to engage. "Don't talk to him," another voice chimed in. "Do not touch her, but I'll find out where she is." Suddenly, he punched me and struck my leg. Amin held him back, and I ran out crying. In our father's room, they were watching a Nigerian film. Wahida quickly reached out and held me. "Did you call sister?" My mom's body was frail, and I was crying.