WASA FARIN GIRKI

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I attentively absorbed every word my father was uttering about how I had reduced everything to nothing. My confidence was steadfast, yet he seemed to read my thoughts as he spoke. His statement triggered a sensation that I was strangling him, momentarily halting his movement and sparking anger. Even after my warning, he persisted. "I know you're still upset and anxious, but I want you to understand that this is part of your destiny's design. I am fulfilling my promise to my late wife, Hajara, the promise she made before returning to her true home." I turned abruptly, locking eyes with him as he recounted that it was her dying wish that he had fulfilled. She had whispered this to Baba Umaru the day she bid us farewell. I stood, intent on exiting his room. Now, I felt no need for any connection, realizing I had been living in ignorance for all these years. Entering our room, I found it empty, relieved that the visitors had departed after three days of celebrations. Despite bathing excessively, I felt sweat soaking my body, showering for the past three days.