KUNGIYAR ASIRI

About this Novel

In the kitchen, a woman, not older than thirty-five, was busy chopping ingredients as if she were in a race against time. "Mami!" she called out loudly. "Why haven't you responded to my name all this time?" The little girl, no older than ten, smiled with relief and replied, "Mum, you know what?" "I just had this strange thought," she began. "I imagined the knife in your hand plunging into your heart, and I pulled it out forcefully, blood gushing. I imagined eating the contents of your stomach as food and drinking the blood like water!" With that, she burst into an eerie and unusual laughter. Startled by her daughter's words, Zainab clutched her head in her hands and screamed. Her husband, Muhammad, who had been in the living room, rushed into the kitchen, asking, "Are you okay, sweetheart?"