Zumuncin Zamani Part 1

About this Novel

Bent over the courtyard, I briskly washed the bowls, conscious that my Ummah would return before I finished, leaving the laundry possibly dry. Her exasperated greeting prompted me to hasten, snatching up the remaining bowls. "Why is it that you haven't completed the laundry since morning? Sauda, can't you calm down and be attentive, despite having completed secondary school?" she chided sternly. I spoke up, my voice strained, "Ummah, my head has been aching today." Glancing at me, she retorted, "All you do is complain about how you're feeling unwell. You treat your body like it's invincible. May God protect me." With that, she drew the curtains and retreated to her room. I heaved a sigh of relief. "That's Ummah for you," I thought to myself.