YAR SHUGABAN KASA COMPLETE DOCUMENT BY Rahma Kabir .txt

<p>On the evening of Thursday, the weather was beautiful</p><p>It was the rainy season, and after the rain, the air became cool and fresh. A pleasant breeze was blowing, making everything feel peaceful. I sat in our modest living room, deep in thought, staring at the plate of rice and beans with oil, pepper, and salad in front of me. There was also a piece of fish on the side. I fixed my gaze on the food, lost in thoughts about my life.</p><p>My mother emerged from the adjoining room and stood watching me for a moment with concern before saying,</p><p>“My daughter, will you not stop thinking so much? Leave everything to Allah; He sees you and will provide a way out for us. Look at how much weight you have lost. Please stop worrying—do you want your blood pressure to rise?”</p><p>I closed my eyes tightly, trying to hold back the tears that I had been suppressing, but they came streaming down. I looked at my mother and said,</p><p>*"Mama, I can't help but</p><p> </p><p> </p>