YAR TSAKAR GIDA

About this Novel

The clock struck 8:30 p.m. as she made her way slowly into the hallway, stealing glances at her daughter nestled in her arms. Her gaze fell upon the other women in the room, their attention fixed on the young girl, who wouldn't even see her first birthday. Mr. Righteous Men, stepping forward, beckoned her into the House of the Strong, ready to accompany her. As the rain intensified, he raised his voice, forcing her to do the same to be heard over the downpour. She gestured to Hajiya, quickly making her way to the house's entrance, saying, "Hajiya, we have arrived." Taking a brief breath, she descended from the vehicle with her little girl and her veil, instructing him to wait for just two minutes before returning to the field with her. The sudden downpour hastened their entrance into the house. Even within the shelter of the house's hall, the sounds of the women resonated as if the rain had not touched the ground. Shaking her head, she held Amrah, a girl oblivious to life's complexities, whispering, "God, protect Amrah from the evils lurking within this household." Recollections of the chaos within the house, bustling with more than 70 people of all ages, flooded her mind.