MAI CIKI CE Book 1

About this Novel

In the obscurity of the gusty wind, she sprinted tirelessly, clad in Pakistani pants and an oversized shirt that reached her knees, the fabric rustling as she moved. Despite her frail frame, her hair was not unkempt, and she displayed a sense of urgency, running without looking back, even though she seemed unwell. With a metallic clang, she collided with the dusty road, stumbling as her eyes shut tight. The wind pushed her, and she collided with a rock, her leg twisting with a sharp sound. Clutching her father's name, she cried, "Inallillahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un," tears streaming down her cheeks. As rain poured down like a torrent, she raised her head to the sky, feeling every drop on her body. "Doooooom," he exclaimed, "Subhanallahi! Subhanallahi! Subhanallahi! I have a gun pointed at you, Hablat." The one called Hablat illuminated her cellphone, responding, "It's an attack, and Daddy Majhat said I should grab a gun from the back." He continued, "May God protect you." This was the abrupt awakening in the middle of the night, eyes opening as if in battle, wrapped in a red blanket. Annoyed, he threw the blanket at her, warning, "If demons wake up, I'm leaving the room.