KARFE A WUTA

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WRITING BY AYSHERCOOL

1. BOOK NAME:- KARFE A WUTA
2. AUTHOR:- AYSHERCOOL
3. SIZE :-  463kb
4. FILE:- TEXT
5. GROUPS:- MIKIYA WRITER’S ASSOCIATION
6. PUBLISHER :- LITTAFIN YAKI
7. DATE :- 29/10/2024
8. GRAPHICS:- LITTAFIN YAKI

The large hall was silent, only the hum of the AC could be heard. The people standing in the hall were fidgeting, as if waiting for some results.

• A young girl knelt on her knees, her face displaying deep anxiety and distress, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“So this is my result in your eyes? Is this the kind of result I deserve from you?”

A big woman sneered, “Did you really expect a positive outcome from a stray cat? It would never come to you; I warned you about this long ago, but you failed to heed my advice. Now it has shown you its true nature.”

• The girl wiped away her tears, filled with a sense of determination. “This isn’t a bad outcome; this is what you taught me. I stand by it, and I have no intention of harming anyone here. Everyone has their role; I deserve justice, not to be made a scapegoat. Let me do my part.”

The woman shouted, “Is there still some truth left in you…?”

An older man raised his hand and said, “That’s enough. Get up and leave; I don’t want to see you. Go do what you think is right.”

With trembling fear, she asked, “Father, you don’t want to see me?”

• “Yes, if you’re trying to avoid angering me, you must fully support your brother in carrying out his duties.”

In intense distress, she replied, “But Father, what about my future…? I deserve to be heard.”

He turned to leave the hall without listening to her. In a moment of panic, she grabbed his leg, bursting into tears.

• “Father, what remains for me in this world if I have to live while you’re angry with me? Please forgive me; I will do what you say, if God wills.” Tears streamed down her face as regret and anxiety overwhelmed her; she sobbed uncontrollably, but he freed his leg and walked away.

As he left the hall, the people around her whispered, each sharing their thoughts. She stood up, wiped her tears, and quietly left through another exit, trying to maintain her dignity.

In her room, she opened a drawer, pulled out some papers, and scattered them on the bed. She turned on her charging system beside the bed while simultaneously scrolling through her phone.

• Hearing movement behind her made her turn quickly.

Standing at the door was a man, his face devoid of warmth or joy.

Focusing back on her phone, she continued tapping. He stepped closer and said, “Are you ready to do what you were ordered to do?”

• Quickly, she took a deep breath and replied, “I didn’t say I’m ready, and I never will be. From now until forever, stay away from me.”

He looked at her in disbelief. “So all that crying was just a lie?”

• Angrily, she shot back, “What’s it to you? Whether my tears are fake or real, do your job and let me do mine. Don’t try to involve me in your work; if you continue to pressure me, I’ll surprise you.”

He reached out and lifted her from the bed, asking, “What will happen? What kind of surprise will you give me? Are you even in your right mind? You know the law, yet you act as if it doesn’t apply to you. What are you standing on?”

• “The law? I can walk my path; you’re the one trying to trample on it. Leave me alone; you do your job, and I’ll do mine. Whoever wins, wins. If you think you can go back to father and complain about me, I won’t run away or retreat. I won’t stop until I succeed.” He threw her back onto the bed, exhaling sharply, his heart burning with frustration. With one last glare, he hurriedly left the room, knowing that if he stayed any longer, he might do something irreversible. She sat up, breathing heavily, watching the door as he exited.

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She stood beside a building, scanning the courtroom’s courtyard. The sight of it filled with cars confirmed that important trials would take place today.

She glanced at her watch, looking toward the gate as cars entered the courtyard.

A prison van arrived, parking without delay, followed shortly by a sleek black car that entered the courtyard.

After about ten minutes, the back door of the vehicle opened, and a woman stepped out, clad in a coat.

The people in the courtyard approached her, some took her bag, and they greeted her with respect.

• “O God, You are the only one, without parallel, the Lord who has no equal. Allah, I know these people are stronger than I am in every way, but You are my only support, and I trust that You won’t let me down. They may be stronger, but You are greater than them all. Allah, grant me Your justice in this trial; let the light of truth dispel the darkness of lies. Even though I have supporters, it is Your help that I seek.” She stood for a moment, reciting her prayer earnestly.

Softly, she murmured, “What a hectic trial, O Lord, help me,” and with calmness, she began to walk in her high heels, approaching the entrance of the courtroom, her elegant attire enhancing her presence. As she approached the door, her heart raced, praying that God would guide her in this matter.