The Mess Of Hamida.
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He saw her for the third time now and wondered why she wore it at a young age.
Just a glimpse of her eyes, he knew she was too beautiful for the slums.
Little did he know that from the start, she wore it to stir away from her captors and the evil stares of men like Pablo.
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Hamza stared at the bruised face of the boy before him that he just saved earlier from severe lashings of a gang and came to a halt as a gasp escapes his lips.
realization hit him.
It was a girl,
That girl was Mardiya, the mysterious Niqabi of the slums who hailed from the grassy plains of nothern nigeria
Fate had linked their lives together and in order for them to both survive, Mardiya needs to trust him to reach her final abode; home whilst Hamza has to help her to accomplish his goal.
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