Zakia - Episode 10
That breezy night, I experienced the death of my family all over again.
First, it was that of my younger sister, Halimah. That very day, our father had come to pick us from school, and we'd almost gotten home, - just few minutes more, and we could've actually been settled at home,- when they ruthlessly attacked us. The first bullet went straight to Halimah's throat, and that became the end of her..
Then the next was Abi' (My father), still on that very day . Immediately he witnessed his youngest daughter get shot, he yelled for me to run, whilst he crouched on the bare ground right next to his already dead daughter. He begged her to come back to life; He was only mourning his daughter, but all he got in return was the same fiery bullet his daughter had received..
And I'd yet to even deal with these two deaths, I'd yet to overcome the trauma it caused.. Still, barely two weeks after, and Ummi' (my mother) also suffered this same fate, as hers came in two phases. During the first attack, her life had been thankfully spared, however, the gunshot ruthlessly left her paralysed. And unfortunately, she hadn't been that lucky during the second attack. The fiery bullet was aimed directly at her forehead, which eventually led to her death, and my own captivity..
The salty tears was flowing heavily all over again, and although my head ached badly from thinking too hard about everything, I just couldn't help myself
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. I cried, and cried, and cried.. until my attention suddenly became drawn to a very significant detail.
The death of my parents and sister had something in common: Their killer was..
"Kabir.." I whispered tearfully.
Read " Preordained " by the same author ( Ishola Ubaydah )
. And it was so clear to me at that point, that I wondered why I hadn't realised it sooner.
It was true that I'd never seen Kabir's actual face, as he always wore a dark mask that revealed just his eyes. Nonetheless, right beside his mean, bulgy eyes, was a very deep scar. I saw the same scar the day my father and sister were both murdered, and I saw it even more clearly the day he shot at my mother.
"It's him.." I repeated to myself. "It's Kabir," the words echoed in my head assertively.
For two days, I kept this newly discovered information to myself (I didn't tell Iman anything), but anytime Kabir and I got to occupy the same space, I couldn't help but look at him with loathe, I couldn't control my thirst for revenge. I honestly tried, I tried to restrain the Shay'itan (devil) already living inside of me. But either he was more powerful, or perhaps, I didn't try hard enough, because my patience seriously ran out three days after.
There was something about how bossy Kabir acted that day that irritated me; there was something about how hysterically he laughed together with the Amir (leader) that infuriated me. At that moment, there was already so much hatred inside my being, there was so much pent-up anger waiting to be manifested. And the biggest mistake Kabir made at that point was to dare to speak to me.
"Usaynah, it's your turn!" He'd said to me with his usual cocky tone. And I'd walked through the sandy floor of the training ground with a devilish motive in mind. The carved woods were already set, ready to be shot at, and as I stood at attention, I'd taken my aim, but still, I refused to pull the trigger. For some reason, I just didn't feel like shooting the wood.
"Shoot! What are you waiting for! Shoot!" Kabir yelled impatiently, and that very statement was what triggered my angry reaction.
Shifting the position of my pistol to meet Kabir, and with my eyes filled with tears, I shot Kabir.
Not once..
But thrice, when I was sure no life existed inside of him anymore.
I knew the grave consequences of my action was inevitable, but at the time, I just didn't care.
I killed Kabir.
I avenged my family's death, and that was all that mattered.
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Good of you
Good of you
Wao! That was so brave of you
Das the spirit, next is the Amir or watever he call himself.. Great work dear
Wow! I hope she survive this
Good of you, but don't know may be she will survive this her action
Thanks @daragoldy
Yeah Wisdom, that was really bold of her
Thanks Ola as always :)
@Mojisola @Adedamola I'm also not sure she'll survive this.. :(
Yes! Thats what I want to read. Shot d devil, damn his soul. Damn the consequence. Ishola, you are the BOMB.
Fabian! Lol, thanks
Fabian! Lol, thanks
She did d right thing by avenging her family's death but what of d consequences that will follow? Anyway, let's wait & see, kudos to you
Eleh!!! Hmmm....I hope you will able to bear the consequences. Let's see. Nice one.
Your life is in danger now dear. Good one
@Abigail @Favour thanks!
@Kelly thanks! But its not my life o, lmao!
This story is unique I love it