FATALWAR BUDURWAR MIJINA

About this Novel

The wind picked up, hinting at an impending rainfall. Soon, the rain began to pour, gradually intensifying in strength. Having completed her tasks, she sat on the edge of her bed, massaging her feet. A familiar habit to keep warm as the water cooled her feet. Despite her efforts, her body remained tense. She lay down, folding her arms and covering herself with a large, soft blanket. Overwhelmed by emotions, she wept silently, her tears concealed from the world. Rising from the bed, she opened a small drawer, revealing a bottle of variously colored pills—white and red—laying out her uncertain path ahead. "I love you, Mustapha, no matter what you say you want. Your family's approval is not a necessity. I just hope you'll agree to have a family member witness our marriage." She caressed his face, their lips meeting in an embrace, and they delved into the realm of their love. In matters of marriage, she wouldn't let anyone's opinions deter her. Everyone has their own struggles. "May Allah protect us from committing adultery and other misdeeds. Ameen."