MATAR MALAM

About this Novel

One hand clutched my phone while the other held my school bag tightly. "God forgives, what fault do these girls have in choosing ruin over marriage? You always see them dressing provocatively and behaving poorly," others whispered while looking at me. The only thing that consoled me was that they were simply judging me without understanding my choices. Imam Umar's heart was disturbed, and he recalled the words of the Messenger of God (S.A.W). He spoke about women who dress immodestly, exposing their bodies, and the consequences of such behavior if they do not repent. He warned that it could lead them to the fire of hell, and he also emphasized the role of parents in guiding their children to avoid corruption. As I entered our house, my father's wife shook her head disapprovingly and said, "Naiha, God has chosen you for the Islamic path. If you don't change your attire, I'll discipline you." Feeling irritated, I muttered, "I won't go..." I made eye contact with Yaya Ishaq, the stern authority figure in our house, and quickly headed to our girls' room.