KIBIYAR AJALI

About this Novel

The incident occurred on a Sunday afternoon at half past four. The memory of that moment is etched in my mind as it marked a turning point in my life. I was sitting at our house's doorstep when I noticed a young white boy approaching. He appeared frail, donning white clothes and a black hat. Despite his tender age, he carried an envelope adorned with flowers. As he inquired about my identity, I confirmed that I was Fadil. He handed me the envelope, and even before opening it, I knew it was from the same person who had been sending me letters lately. The sender was a friend who professed her love for me, but I couldn't reciprocate those feelings. It wasn't because of her appearance; she was stunning and could easily win a beauty queen competition. Reading the letter, I acknowledged that the girl loved me deeply, but I was still unable to return those sentiments. Later, I decided to visit her house, which belonged to Colonel A. Mukhtar, a retired soldier with an intimidating presence. I hesitated for a moment at the door, unsure whether to greet the soldiers or say my goodbyes. Just then, I heard my name being called from above, as if by divine intervention.