KUFAN WUTA

About this Novel

The neighborhood stretched out like any typical middle-class community, with rows of houses lining both sides of the street. These homes varied in appearance, some more beautiful than others, as each person's life unfolded according to their own unique circumstances. Most of the houses were designed with flat roofs, though a few featured multi-story structures. Each home had a front courtyard enclosed by a low wall, and most had a gate that led to it. These courtyards were typically covered with concrete slabs, although one could spot the occasional gap where a slab had been removed, broken, or perhaps worn down over time. In the middle section of the neighborhood, near the end of the street, a commotion drew attention. A crowd of people had gathered, their gazes fixed on a scene of chaos. Smoke rose into the air, indicating some sort of altercation taking place. Amid the commotion, two young children, no older than ten, stood facing each other. They were not evenly matched in size, and it was evident that they had been engaged in a heated dispute. One girl, with long hair flowing down her back, was not wearing her hijab, which had been discarded during the quarrel. "Iman... Iman...