JAMI'IN SIRRI C I D

About this Novel

She drove slowly down the road, the sound of recitation echoing wherever she went. Hadida maneuvered her car carefully through the narrow lane, passing by modest houses in the neighborhood, her gaze drifting over them, filled with a sense of unease. "Nashiga Uku, just look at this child of God. He's still alive," the man exclaimed, his mouth bleeding from the impact. "Well, you mad driver, you should be more careful driving through a small neighborhood like this," she retorted. "That's the thing with these rich kids. They have no fear of God, no respect for fellow human beings, especially the poor," another bystander added, standing nearby. Despite the sting of their words, she persisted, "Let's get him in the car and take him to the hospital before it's too late."