SANGARTATTCE

About this Novel

"Oh my goodness, my father is on the verge of passing away, and my mother is expecting a baby!" Two women surrounded her on their mats, with two girls in the center of the house on the cement floor. The atmosphere was chaotic, everyone running around nervously, their faces showing signs of anxiety. Positioned beside the mat, an old man wearing a large shirt and a hat, along with a turban resembling that of a teacher, was near her feet. The woman in distress seemed as if she hadn't eaten; her stomach slightly swollen, displaying a noticeable rash. She cried out, gripping the hands of another woman, "Oh my God, my mother is about to deliver triplets! My mother is in pain, and I am in pain!" Frantically, she called out to her father, desperately seeking help. Her screams echoed through the house, prompting one of the women, presumably her mother, to intervene amid her frustration. The other woman, wiping sweat as she prepared breakfast, covered her face with her hands and implored, "Balkisu, with the golden bed, please quiet us down. Pray for me, strong father, Layla, and Raiyana will say you're losing hair but watching.