NANA JAWAHEER

About this Novel

"She walked, tears streaming down her face, holding a bucket of markade. It became clear to me today that she's no longer with us because of the markade that spilled from her skull. She talked so much this morning, seemingly envious. As she approached the attic of their house, she hesitated, fearing that she might wake up Inna, who was up there. 'What are you doing in the lab? Come in and bring my mark,' she called. 'You're working late, don't disturb us with the call to prayer; we're not finished yet. They say you won't come in, or when I do, I find my room empty. My apologies for bothering you.' 'Mom, that's why the money was wasted; take it from the fathers! Your father's son, your father gave me the money and the lion's share of the loss. So today, I will eat your father until you repay me. You have a terrible attitude...' "Inna felt the disaster as she entered the house, muttering about an epidemic. "'Alright! Alright! I made noise on Tuesday; can you assist me?' I asked. 'You said this girl didn't leave me; she squandered my money, so I paid for my millet, and I won't pay for it anymore. You said I'd get paid? From today, this girl is in trouble.