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Be with Us

She swayed back and forth, as if teetering on the brink of falling, then confidently stepped forward, raising her right leg adorned with white stripes. The leg struck the muddy ground beneath the cascading water, and she raised both hands high above her. With a flourish, she produced a drum and struck it forcefully, filling the air with rhythmic sounds. Her hips swayed as she twirled around the tethered spot on her hip, the drum continuing to resonate. Closing her eyes, she assumed the role bestowed upon her by tradition, a role performed only once a year.

A soft, melodic whistle from the flute rose amidst the drumming men, and everyone bowed their heads in reverence. The whistle carried with it peace, serenity, and joy that touched the hearts of all who listened, including the Sarkin of Garuk Town and his royal council. It was a unique flute whistle, found only in Garuk Town. Even within the town, only Waira and her brother Eid possessed the ability to play it, for it was a sacred flute crafted with the power of the gods, an instrument forbidden to be imitated or attempted by others.

The sound of the flute invigorated Waira, granting her energy and strength for her performance. Her graceful movements seemed to defy the limitations of her own body. The cascading water washed away the grime and dirt that clung to her, revealing a radiant sheen. Adorned with a shimmering waistband and a large leaf covering her growing breasts, she moved with the fluidity of a chameleon, her earrings dangling with miniature bird skull heads, and a snake skull chain adorning her neck.

This day held special significance not only for the townspeople but also for Waira, the daughter and granddaughter of the kings of Garuk Town. Today was their exclusive celebration of their idol, a day dedicated to worship that lasted until Waira performed her role. According to tradition, they worshipped their idol once a year, choosing a different girl each time. This year, Waira had been chosen again, recognized for her skills and ability to emulate the busar’s style and movements.

On this day, Waira would cleanse herself, freeing her body from the accumulated dirt and filth of the past year. It was the one day she set aside for bathing, just as the ceremony marked their annual worship. After the ritual, she would embark on her solitary bath, a cherished moment for her and her loved ones.

Waira, a fourteen-year-old girl, was the sole heir of her sorcerer king father and the future sorcerer queen of Garuk Town. Her beauty was captivating, a rare elegance that entranced all who beheld her. Her stunning white hair, a rarity among people of her land, framed her face, cascading in abundance. Though her hair was often covered in dirt, Waira took no pride in it, for in Garuk, both men and women boasted a similar abundance of hair. Her beauty made her the center of attention among her contemporaries, but the fear of her brother, Eid, deterred many suitors from approaching her. In Garuk’s customs, no other girl bore the weight of such dirt and neglect. It was not a matter of food or drink but personal hygiene. Waira resisted any contact with water for bathing purposes, except in cases of rain or when unavoidable circumstances required immersion. Consequently, she bathed only once a year, aligning it with the significance of the worship ceremony.

Waira was the only child of her mother, destined to inherit her father’s position, just as her father had inherited his father’s before him. The throne passed solely within the family, through bloodlines. This circumstance confined Waira to the throne until she came of age. However, she was allowed to learn the rituals and practices of the amulet, a custom observed by the people of Garuk Town, with the exception of her brother and father.

The people of Garuk Town were a unique community, adhering strictly to traditional ways. From their attire to their cuisine, they shunned modernity and embraced a lifestyle steeped in tradition. They traveled by animal rather than automobiles, their dwellings and structures reflected a bygone era. Garuk was a bustling city, almost akin to a state, blessed with fertile land, abundant water, and lush vegetation. Outsiders were seldom granted permanent residence, and intermarriage with other tribes was strictly prohibited. They held a firm belief in magic and sorcery, a part of their daily lives.

Visiting Garuk Town held little appeal for outsiders, despite the king’s invitation. Even Waira, standing at the town’s gates, hesitated to enter. The king had issued a decree restricting her movements, monitoring her every trip within the town, even to the extent of climbing mountains and trees like a biranya, mastering the art of traversing any terrain. She was warned that leaving Garuk Town meant permanent exile, tantamount to a death sentence. Some of the townsfolk understood the languages of other regions, including her brother Eid. However, Waira only spoke Gurtuk, the language of Garuk, yet possessed a unique ability to comprehend other languages, even if she couldn’t speak them herself. Her intuition was keen, granting her glimpses into the past lives of both humans and animals. Her emotional nature endeared her to the townspeople, forging strong bonds of friendship and affection, particularly with her cousin Eid.

Eid, a handsome young man with a mixed heritage, possessed an abundance of hair that further enhanced his attractiveness. He often styled his hair in various ways, sometimes leaving it loose like a woman. Though he shared Waira’s fair complexion, he differed in appearance due to her unique traits, though the grime covering her body prevented her fair skin from shining through. Eid had ventured to few towns outside of Garuk, as he would travel extensively to feast his eyes before returning.

Both Waira’s father and grandfather had been sole heirs, just as she was. Once an heir was born, the previous generation would pass away, leaving the throne solely to their bloodline. The tradition continued down the line of Waira’s ancestry.

Maleek’s Perspective

Frustrated, he descended the stairs, his anger palpable. Ummi, who sat on a nearby cushion beside her husband, swiftly released her hand from his grip and stood, fixing her gaze on her daughter. She struggled to suppress her anger, having received the message he had delivered.

“Excuse me, I allowed her to clean the room for you.”

Cak halted, clenching his fists tightly and gritting his teeth.

“But why did she enter with the scent of women’s perfume? Not just perfume, she even applied lipstick on the mirror, and you know how much I despise anything related to women. Why would she do that to me?”

“I will speak to her, but Maleek, please calm down…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Abiey coughed, regaining her composure.

“Alright, son, go outside and get some fresh air. I will tidy up the room for you, and you can leave me and your brother here. I will handle this.”

Abiey took a deep breath, looking at her husband.

“Thank you, Abiey.”

He acknowledged her gratitude, drawing her close in an embrace.

“Enough, Hayatie. Everyone is created by God as they are. He doesn’t want women in his life or anything associated with

 them.”

“Is it a secret? I’ve never seen a man like Maleek. Has he married a fairy?”

Silence followed, a silence that conveyed the weight of her long-held pain, slowly suffocating her.

“Or is it my fault?”

She posed a question that neither she nor her husband had an answer to, highlighting the issue they were grappling with.

“Not at all, Zahra. You need to understand and accept people as they are. Don’t burden yourself with unnecessary thoughts. One day, it will pass. And please, tell your brothers to stop provoking my child.”

Abiey attempted to soothe his wife, who rose from his embrace and wiped away her tears, sharing in her son’s struggle.

Maleek was an extraordinary individual, someone who diverged from societal norms. It was rare to encounter a man like him, one who distanced himself from the world. Maleek’s nature, dark and vehemently averse to women, extended to the point of refusing to acknowledge their existence, even their names. This aversion had been ingrained in him since childhood, manifesting in his actions and severing any connections to the female gender. Whether it was the fragrance of women’s perfume or any cosmetics associated with them, Maleek rejected it, refusing to engage with even the smallest semblance of connection. This extended to his interactions with his wife, ensuring their encounters were minimal, and he would go to great lengths to avoid any form of intimacy. Maleek’s condition had safeguarded him from his younger brother’s wife, who constantly taunted him despite her underlying fear.

However, Maleek’s aversion extended to his mother and younger sister as well, despite his father’s happiness and the love they had for him. Maleek never engaged in conversations or shared meals with them. The only individuals he would confide in or seek advice from were his father, Abiey, and his younger brother.

When Maleek interacted with his friends, whether they were his brothers or his father, his demeanor softened, and he revealed a different side of himself. His reluctance to engage with the online world stemmed from his avoidance of women, as though it were a disease that plagued him, causing great distress not only to himself but also to those around him, including his mother and sister. The mere thought of engaging with a woman, be it through physical contact or hearing her voice, fueled an overwhelming hatred within him.

Maleek’s life had been marked by difficulty, encountering adversaries at every turn, until his parents recognized the gravity of his condition and sought solutions. His father, Abiey, understood the situation, realizing that it was not something to dismiss casually. His mother, Zahra, longed for a deeper connection with her son, yearning for conversations and meals shared at the same table. She was burdened by the pain inflicted upon her by Maleek’s condition.

Despite his aversion, Maleek possessed captivating qualities that drew women to him. His impeccable grooming, enticing fragrance, and charismatic speech made him a desirable figure. It was inconceivable for anyone to resist his charm. Every night, Maleek fervently prayed for relief from this burden, knowing that if it were left unchecked, it could intensify and cause greater distress in the future. At times, he would contemplate the origins of his hatred, but attempts to explain the depths of his aversion only fueled the hatred further.

Maleek’s experiences had molded him into a man burdened by the challenges life presented him. Every step he took seemed fraught with obstacles, yet his father, Abiey, never blamed him, understanding the immense weight Maleek carried. Abiey’s love for his son remained unwavering, offering a safe space for Maleek to share his concerns and fears, along with his younger brother.

If one were to encounter Maleek, they would witness him engaged in play with his friends, be it his brothers or his father, Abiey. These moments allowed Maleek to forget his worries temporarily. His avoidance of women resulted in a disease that afflicted him, threatening his well-being and impacting those closest to him. His mother, Ummi, witnessed the unique struggles her son faced, his isolation from conversations and meals only perpetuating her worry. Abiey, however, never allowed Maleek’s actions to cause concern, for in his eyes, it was simply a matter of being indifferent to that which did not interest him. Only Ummi, Zahra, Maleek’s mother, experienced a different sentiment, knowing she couldn’t communicate with her brother, unable to share her concerns. The physical distance between them prevented any connection, leaving her feeling isolated and yearning for her brother’s well-being. She understood the pain and struggles Maleek faced due to his condition.

Ameer’s Perspective

He felt someone’s eyes on him, compelling him to turn and discover Momy standing behind him, her arms wrapped around herself, a smile adorning her face. He reciprocated the smile, setting aside the flute he had been playing and straightening up.

“Momy.”

“Yes, I’ve been watching you for quite some time.”

“Why?”

“Ameer, I didn’t want to interrupt your flute playing. I enjoy it too.”

He smiled, allowing her words to wash over him. The pleasure he derived from playing the flute was not lost on him, and it extended to those who listened.

“I don’t know who taught you that whistle, but they possess great skill. It resonates deeply within the heart.”

This prompted a chuckle, revealing his white teeth. Moving forward, he resumed walking, with Momy following closely behind.

“Your daddy is waiting for you in the living room. I informed him that you were resting here in the garden. He wanted to interrupt your rest and speak with you.”

He glanced back at her, walking back and forth.

“Hmm, he’s being sent to school.”

“Did you commit a wrongdoing?”

He continued his stride, offering no response.

Upon reaching the door leading to the living room, he opened it and stepped inside. In the designated walkway, he put on his shoes and proceeded further, entering the hall. With purpose, he ascended the stairs and made his way to his room. Opening the door with care, he entered and noticed a fragrance permeating the air. The scent, impossible to pinpoint, infused every corner of the room, polished surfaces gleaming as if freshly polished with a sheen. He could touch any surface and bring his finger to his mouth, for it was so meticulously clean.

Be with Us

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She swayed back and forth, as if teetering on the brink of falling, then confidently stepped forward, raising her right leg adorned with white stripes. The leg struck the muddy ground beneath the cascading water, and she raised both hands high above her. With a flourish, she produced a drum and struck it forcefully, filling the air with rhythmic sounds. Her hips swayed as she twirled around the tethered spot on her hip, the drum continuing to resonate. Closing her eyes, she assumed the role bestowed upon her by tradition, a role performed only once a year.

A soft, melodic whistle from the flute rose amidst the drumming men, and everyone bowed their heads in reverence. The whistle carried with it peace, serenity, and joy that touched the hearts of all who listened, including the Sarkin of Garuk Town and his royal council. It was a unique flute whistle, found only in Garuk Town. Even within the town, only Waira and her brother Eid possessed the ability to play it, for it was a sacred flute crafted with the power of the gods, an instrument forbidden to be imitated or attempted by others.

The sound of the flute invigorated Waira, granting her energy and strength for her performance. Her graceful movements seemed to defy the limitations of her own body. The cascading water washed away the grime and dirt that clung to her, revealing a radiant sheen. Adorned with a shimmering waistband and a large leaf covering her growing breasts, she moved with the fluidity of a chameleon, her earrings dangling with miniature bird skull heads, and a snake skull chain adorning her neck.

This day held special significance not only for the townspeople but also for Waira, the daughter and granddaughter of the kings of Garuk Town. Today was their exclusive celebration of their idol, a day dedicated to worship that lasted until Waira performed her role. According to tradition, they worshipped their idol once a year, choosing a different girl each time. This year, Waira had been chosen again, recognized for her skills and ability to emulate the busar’s style and movements.

On this day, Waira would cleanse herself, freeing her body from the accumulated dirt and filth of the past year. It was the one day she set aside for bathing, just as the ceremony marked their annual worship. After the ritual, she would embark on her solitary bath, a cherished moment for her and her loved ones.

Waira, a fourteen-year-old girl, was the sole heir of her sorcerer king father and the future sorcerer queen of Garuk Town. Her beauty was captivating, a rare elegance that entranced all who beheld her. Her stunning white hair, a rarity among people of her land, framed her face, cascading in abundance. Though her hair was often covered in dirt, Waira took no pride in it, for in Garuk, both men and women boasted a similar abundance of hair. Her beauty made her the center of attention among her contemporaries, but the fear of her brother, Eid, deterred many suitors from approaching her. In Garuk’s customs, no other girl bore the weight of such dirt and neglect. It was not a matter of food or drink but personal hygiene. Waira resisted any contact with water for bathing purposes, except in cases of rain or when unavoidable circumstances required immersion. Consequently, she bathed only once a year, aligning it with the significance of the worship ceremony.

Waira was the only child of her mother, destined to inherit her father’s position, just as her father had inherited his father’s before him. The throne passed solely within the family, through bloodlines. This circumstance confined Waira to the throne until she came of age. However, she was allowed to learn the rituals and practices of the amulet, a custom observed by the people of Garuk Town, with the exception of her brother and father.

The people of Garuk Town were a unique community, adhering strictly to traditional ways. From their attire to their cuisine, they shunned modernity and embraced a lifestyle steeped in tradition. They traveled by animal rather than automobiles, their dwellings and structures reflected a bygone era. Garuk was a bustling city, almost akin to a state, blessed with fertile land, abundant water, and lush vegetation. Outsiders were seldom granted permanent residence, and intermarriage with other tribes was strictly prohibited. They held a firm belief in magic and sorcery, a part of their daily lives.

Visiting Garuk Town held little appeal for outsiders, despite the king’s invitation. Even Waira, standing at the town’s gates, hesitated to enter. The king had issued a decree restricting her movements, monitoring her every trip within the town, even to the extent of climbing mountains and trees like a biranya, mastering the art of traversing any terrain. She was warned that leaving Garuk Town meant permanent exile, tantamount to a death sentence. Some of the townsfolk understood the languages of other regions, including her brother Eid. However, Waira only spoke Gurtuk, the language of Garuk, yet possessed a unique ability to comprehend other languages, even if she couldn’t speak them herself. Her intuition was keen, granting her glimpses into the past lives of both humans and animals. Her emotional nature endeared her to the townspeople, forging strong bonds of friendship and affection, particularly with her cousin Eid.

Eid, a handsome young man with a mixed heritage, possessed an abundance of hair that further enhanced his attractiveness. He often styled his hair in various ways, sometimes leaving it loose like a woman. Though he shared Waira’s fair complexion, he differed in appearance due to her unique traits, though the grime covering her body prevented her fair skin from shining through. Eid had ventured to few towns outside of Garuk, as he would travel extensively to feast his eyes before returning.

Both Waira’s father and grandfather had been sole heirs, just as she was. Once an heir was born, the previous generation would pass away, leaving the throne solely to their bloodline. The tradition continued down the line of Waira’s ancestry.

Maleek’s Perspective

Frustrated, he descended the stairs, his anger palpable. Ummi, who sat on a nearby cushion beside her husband, swiftly released her hand from his grip and stood, fixing her gaze on her daughter. She struggled to suppress her anger, having received the message he had delivered.

“Excuse me, I allowed her to clean the room for you.”

Cak halted, clenching his fists tightly and gritting his teeth.

“But why did she enter with the scent of women’s perfume? Not just perfume, she even applied lipstick on the mirror, and you know how much I despise anything related to women. Why would she do that to me?”

“I will speak to her, but Maleek, please calm down…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Abiey coughed, regaining her composure.

“Alright, son, go outside and get some fresh air. I will tidy up the room for you, and you can leave me and your brother here. I will handle this.”

Abiey took a deep breath, looking at her husband.

“Thank you, Abiey.”

He acknowledged her gratitude, drawing her close in an embrace.

“Enough, Hayatie. Everyone is created by God as they are. He doesn’t want women in his life or anything associated with

 them.”

“Is it a secret? I’ve never seen a man like Maleek. Has he married a fairy?”

Silence followed, a silence that conveyed the weight of her long-held pain, slowly suffocating her.

“Or is it my fault?”

She posed a question that neither she nor her husband had an answer to, highlighting the issue they were grappling with.

“Not at all, Zahra. You need to understand and accept people as they are. Don’t burden yourself with unnecessary thoughts. One day, it will pass. And please, tell your brothers to stop provoking my child.”

Abiey attempted to soothe his wife, who rose from his embrace and wiped away her tears, sharing in her son’s struggle.

Maleek was an extraordinary individual, someone who diverged from societal norms. It was rare to encounter a man like him, one who distanced himself from the world. Maleek’s nature, dark and vehemently averse to women, extended to the point of refusing to acknowledge their existence, even their names. This aversion had been ingrained in him since childhood, manifesting in his actions and severing any connections to the female gender. Whether it was the fragrance of women’s perfume or any cosmetics associated with them, Maleek rejected it, refusing to engage with even the smallest semblance of connection. This extended to his interactions with his wife, ensuring their encounters were minimal, and he would go to great lengths to avoid any form of intimacy. Maleek’s condition had safeguarded him from his younger brother’s wife, who constantly taunted him despite her underlying fear.

However, Maleek’s aversion extended to his mother and younger sister as well, despite his father’s happiness and the love they had for him. Maleek never engaged in conversations or shared meals with them. The only individuals he would confide in or seek advice from were his father, Abiey, and his younger brother.

When Maleek interacted with his friends, whether they were his brothers or his father, his demeanor softened, and he revealed a different side of himself. His reluctance to engage with the online world stemmed from his avoidance of women, as though it were a disease that plagued him, causing great distress not only to himself but also to those around him, including his mother and sister. The mere thought of engaging with a woman, be it through physical contact or hearing her voice, fueled an overwhelming hatred within him.

Maleek’s life had been marked by difficulty, encountering adversaries at every turn, until his parents recognized the gravity of his condition and sought solutions. His father, Abiey, understood the situation, realizing that it was not something to dismiss casually. His mother, Zahra, longed for a deeper connection with her son, yearning for conversations and meals shared at the same table. She was burdened by the pain inflicted upon her by Maleek’s condition.

Despite his aversion, Maleek possessed captivating qualities that drew women to him. His impeccable grooming, enticing fragrance, and charismatic speech made him a desirable figure. It was inconceivable for anyone to resist his charm. Every night, Maleek fervently prayed for relief from this burden, knowing that if it were left unchecked, it could intensify and cause greater distress in the future. At times, he would contemplate the origins of his hatred, but attempts to explain the depths of his aversion only fueled the hatred further.

Maleek’s experiences had molded him into a man burdened by the challenges life presented him. Every step he took seemed fraught with obstacles, yet his father, Abiey, never blamed him, understanding the immense weight Maleek carried. Abiey’s love for his son remained unwavering, offering a safe space for Maleek to share his concerns and fears, along with his younger brother.

If one were to encounter Maleek, they would witness him engaged in play with his friends, be it his brothers or his father, Abiey. These moments allowed Maleek to forget his worries temporarily. His avoidance of women resulted in a disease that afflicted him, threatening his well-being and impacting those closest to him. His mother, Ummi, witnessed the unique struggles her son faced, his isolation from conversations and meals only perpetuating her worry. Abiey, however, never allowed Maleek’s actions to cause concern, for in his eyes, it was simply a matter of being indifferent to that which did not interest him. Only Ummi, Zahra, Maleek’s mother, experienced a different sentiment, knowing she couldn’t communicate with her brother, unable to share her concerns. The physical distance between them prevented any connection, leaving her feeling isolated and yearning for her brother’s well-being. She understood the pain and struggles Maleek faced due to his condition.

Ameer’s Perspective

He felt someone’s eyes on him, compelling him to turn and discover Momy standing behind him, her arms wrapped around herself, a smile adorning her face. He reciprocated the smile, setting aside the flute he had been playing and straightening up.

“Momy.”

“Yes, I’ve been watching you for quite some time.”

“Why?”

“Ameer, I didn’t want to interrupt your flute playing. I enjoy it too.”

He smiled, allowing her words to wash over him. The pleasure he derived from playing the flute was not lost on him, and it extended to those who listened.

“I don’t know who taught you that whistle, but they possess great skill. It resonates deeply within the heart.”

This prompted a chuckle, revealing his white teeth. Moving forward, he resumed walking, with Momy following closely behind.

“Your daddy is waiting for you in the living room. I informed him that you were resting here in the garden. He wanted to interrupt your rest and speak with you.”

He glanced back at her, walking back and forth.

“Hmm, he’s being sent to school.”

“Did you commit a wrongdoing?”

He continued his stride, offering no response.

Upon reaching the door leading to the living room, he opened it and stepped inside. In the designated walkway, he put on his shoes and proceeded further, entering the hall. With purpose, he ascended the stairs and made his way to his room. Opening the door with care, he entered and noticed a fragrance permeating the air. The scent, impossible to pinpoint, infused every corner of the room, polished surfaces gleaming as if freshly polished with a sheen. He could touch any surface and bring his finger to his mouth, for it was so meticulously clean.

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She swayed back and forth, as if teetering on the brink of falling, then confidently stepped forward, raising her right leg adorned with white stripes. The leg struck the muddy ground beneath the cascading water, and she raised both hands high above her. With a flourish, she produced a drum and struck it forcefully, filling the air with rhythmic sounds. Her hips swayed as she twirled around the tethered spot on her hip, the drum continuing to resonate. Closing her eyes, she assumed the role bestowed upon her by tradition, a role performed only once a year.

A soft, melodic whistle from the flute rose amidst the drumming men, and everyone bowed their heads in reverence. The whistle carried with it peace, serenity, and joy that touched the hearts of all who listened, including the Sarkin of Garuk Town and his royal council. It was a unique flute whistle, found only in Garuk Town. Even within the town, only Waira and her brother Eid possessed the ability to play it, for it was a sacred flute crafted with the power of the gods, an instrument forbidden to be imitated or attempted by others.

The sound of the flute invigorated Waira, granting her energy and strength for her performance. Her graceful movements seemed to defy the limitations of her own body. The cascading water washed away the grime and dirt that clung to her, revealing a radiant sheen. Adorned with a shimmering waistband and a large leaf covering her growing breasts, she moved with the fluidity of a chameleon, her earrings dangling with miniature bird skull heads, and a snake skull chain adorning her neck.

This day held special significance not only for the townspeople but also for Waira, the daughter and granddaughter of the kings of Garuk Town. Today was their exclusive celebration of their idol, a day dedicated to worship that lasted until Waira performed her role. According to tradition, they worshipped their idol once a year, choosing a different girl each time. This year, Waira had been chosen again, recognized for her skills and ability to emulate the busar’s style and movements.

On this day, Waira would cleanse herself, freeing her body from the accumulated dirt and filth of the past year. It was the one day she set aside for bathing, just as the ceremony marked their annual worship. After the ritual, she would embark on her solitary bath, a cherished moment for her and her loved ones.

Waira, a fourteen-year-old girl, was the sole heir of her sorcerer king father and the future sorcerer queen of Garuk Town. Her beauty was captivating, a rare elegance that entranced all who beheld her. Her stunning white hair, a rarity among people of her land, framed her face, cascading in abundance. Though her hair was often covered in dirt, Waira took no pride in it, for in Garuk, both men and women boasted a similar abundance of hair. Her beauty made her the center of attention among her contemporaries, but the fear of her brother, Eid, deterred many suitors from approaching her. In Garuk’s customs, no other girl bore the weight of such dirt and neglect. It was not a matter of food or drink but personal hygiene. Waira resisted any contact with water for bathing purposes, except in cases of rain or when unavoidable circumstances required immersion. Consequently, she bathed only once a year, aligning it with the significance of the worship ceremony.

Waira was the only child of her mother, destined to inherit her father’s position, just as her father had inherited his father’s before him. The throne passed solely within the family, through bloodlines. This circumstance confined Waira to the throne until she came of age. However, she was allowed to learn the rituals and practices of the amulet, a custom observed by the people of Garuk Town, with the exception of her brother and father.

The people of Garuk Town were a unique community, adhering strictly to traditional ways. From their attire to their cuisine, they shunned modernity and embraced a lifestyle steeped in tradition. They traveled by animal rather than automobiles, their dwellings and structures reflected a bygone era. Garuk was a bustling city, almost akin to a state, blessed with fertile land, abundant water, and lush vegetation. Outsiders were seldom granted permanent residence, and intermarriage with other tribes was strictly prohibited. They held a firm belief in magic and sorcery, a part of their daily lives.

Visiting Garuk Town held little appeal for outsiders, despite the king’s invitation. Even Waira, standing at the town’s gates, hesitated to enter. The king had issued a decree restricting her movements, monitoring her every trip within the town, even to the extent of climbing mountains and trees like a biranya, mastering the art of traversing any terrain. She was warned that leaving Garuk Town meant permanent exile, tantamount to a death sentence. Some of the townsfolk understood the languages of other regions, including her brother Eid. However, Waira only spoke Gurtuk, the language of Garuk, yet possessed a unique ability to comprehend other languages, even if she couldn’t speak them herself. Her intuition was keen, granting her glimpses into the past lives of both humans and animals. Her emotional nature endeared her to the townspeople, forging strong bonds of friendship and affection, particularly with her cousin Eid.

Eid, a handsome young man with a mixed heritage, possessed an abundance of hair that further enhanced his attractiveness. He often styled his hair in various ways, sometimes leaving it loose like a woman. Though he shared Waira’s fair complexion, he differed in appearance due to her unique traits, though the grime covering her body prevented her fair skin from shining through. Eid had ventured to few towns outside of Garuk, as he would travel extensively to feast his eyes before returning.

Both Waira’s father and grandfather had been sole heirs, just as she was. Once an heir was born, the previous generation would pass away, leaving the throne solely to their bloodline. The tradition continued down the line of Waira’s ancestry.

Maleek’s Perspective

Frustrated, he descended the stairs, his anger palpable. Ummi, who sat on a nearby cushion beside her husband, swiftly released her hand from his grip and stood, fixing her gaze on her daughter. She struggled to suppress her anger, having received the message he had delivered.

“Excuse me, I allowed her to clean the room for you.”

Cak halted, clenching his fists tightly and gritting his teeth.

“But why did she enter with the scent of women’s perfume? Not just perfume, she even applied lipstick on the mirror, and you know how much I despise anything related to women. Why would she do that to me?”

“I will speak to her, but Maleek, please calm down…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Abiey coughed, regaining her composure.

“Alright, son, go outside and get some fresh air. I will tidy up the room for you, and you can leave me and your brother here. I will handle this.”

Abiey took a deep breath, looking at her husband.

“Thank you, Abiey.”

He acknowledged her gratitude, drawing her close in an embrace.

“Enough, Hayatie. Everyone is created by God as they are. He doesn’t want women in his life or anything associated with

 them.”

“Is it a secret? I’ve never seen a man like Maleek. Has he married a fairy?”

Silence followed, a silence that conveyed the weight of her long-held pain, slowly suffocating her.

“Or is it my fault?”

She posed a question that neither she nor her husband had an answer to, highlighting the issue they were grappling with.

“Not at all, Zahra. You need to understand and accept people as they are. Don’t burden yourself with unnecessary thoughts. One day, it will pass. And please, tell your brothers to stop provoking my child.”

Abiey attempted to soothe his wife, who rose from his embrace and wiped away her tears, sharing in her son’s struggle.

Maleek was an extraordinary individual, someone who diverged from societal norms. It was rare to encounter a man like him, one who distanced himself from the world. Maleek’s nature, dark and vehemently averse to women, extended to the point of refusing to acknowledge their existence, even their names. This aversion had been ingrained in him since childhood, manifesting in his actions and severing any connections to the female gender. Whether it was the fragrance of women’s perfume or any cosmetics associated with them, Maleek rejected it, refusing to engage with even the smallest semblance of connection. This extended to his interactions with his wife, ensuring their encounters were minimal, and he would go to great lengths to avoid any form of intimacy. Maleek’s condition had safeguarded him from his younger brother’s wife, who constantly taunted him despite her underlying fear.

However, Maleek’s aversion extended to his mother and younger sister as well, despite his father’s happiness and the love they had for him. Maleek never engaged in conversations or shared meals with them. The only individuals he would confide in or seek advice from were his father, Abiey, and his younger brother.

When Maleek interacted with his friends, whether they were his brothers or his father, his demeanor softened, and he revealed a different side of himself. His reluctance to engage with the online world stemmed from his avoidance of women, as though it were a disease that plagued him, causing great distress not only to himself but also to those around him, including his mother and sister. The mere thought of engaging with a woman, be it through physical contact or hearing her voice, fueled an overwhelming hatred within him.

Maleek’s life had been marked by difficulty, encountering adversaries at every turn, until his parents recognized the gravity of his condition and sought solutions. His father, Abiey, understood the situation, realizing that it was not something to dismiss casually. His mother, Zahra, longed for a deeper connection with her son, yearning for conversations and meals shared at the same table. She was burdened by the pain inflicted upon her by Maleek’s condition.

Despite his aversion, Maleek possessed captivating qualities that drew women to him. His impeccable grooming, enticing fragrance, and charismatic speech made him a desirable figure. It was inconceivable for anyone to resist his charm. Every night, Maleek fervently prayed for relief from this burden, knowing that if it were left unchecked, it could intensify and cause greater distress in the future. At times, he would contemplate the origins of his hatred, but attempts to explain the depths of his aversion only fueled the hatred further.

Maleek’s experiences had molded him into a man burdened by the challenges life presented him. Every step he took seemed fraught with obstacles, yet his father, Abiey, never blamed him, understanding the immense weight Maleek carried. Abiey’s love for his son remained unwavering, offering a safe space for Maleek to share his concerns and fears, along with his younger brother.

If one were to encounter Maleek, they would witness him engaged in play with his friends, be it his brothers or his father, Abiey. These moments allowed Maleek to forget his worries temporarily. His avoidance of women resulted in a disease that afflicted him, threatening his well-being and impacting those closest to him. His mother, Ummi, witnessed the unique struggles her son faced, his isolation from conversations and meals only perpetuating her worry. Abiey, however, never allowed Maleek’s actions to cause concern, for in his eyes, it was simply a matter of being indifferent to that which did not interest him. Only Ummi, Zahra, Maleek’s mother, experienced a different sentiment, knowing she couldn’t communicate with her brother, unable to share her concerns. The physical distance between them prevented any connection, leaving her feeling isolated and yearning for her brother’s well-being. She understood the pain and struggles Maleek faced due to his condition.

Ameer’s Perspective

He felt someone’s eyes on him, compelling him to turn and discover Momy standing behind him, her arms wrapped around herself, a smile adorning her face. He reciprocated the smile, setting aside the flute he had been playing and straightening up.

“Momy.”

“Yes, I’ve been watching you for quite some time.”

“Why?”

“Ameer, I didn’t want to interrupt your flute playing. I enjoy it too.”

He smiled, allowing her words to wash over him. The pleasure he derived from playing the flute was not lost on him, and it extended to those who listened.

“I don’t know who taught you that whistle, but they possess great skill. It resonates deeply within the heart.”

This prompted a chuckle, revealing his white teeth. Moving forward, he resumed walking, with Momy following closely behind.

“Your daddy is waiting for you in the living room. I informed him that you were resting here in the garden. He wanted to interrupt your rest and speak with you.”

He glanced back at her, walking back and forth.

“Hmm, he’s being sent to school.”

“Did you commit a wrongdoing?”

He continued his stride, offering no response.

Upon reaching the door leading to the living room, he opened it and stepped inside. In the designated walkway, he put on his shoes and proceeded further, entering the hall. With purpose, he ascended the stairs and made his way to his room. Opening the door with care, he entered and noticed a fragrance permeating the air. The scent, impossible to pinpoint, infused every corner of the room, polished surfaces gleaming as if freshly polished with a sheen. He could touch any surface and bring his finger to his mouth, for it was so meticulously clean.

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She swayed back and forth, as if teetering on the brink of falling, then confidently stepped forward, raising her right leg adorned with white stripes. The leg struck the muddy ground beneath the cascading water, and she raised both hands high above her. With a flourish, she produced a drum and struck it forcefully, filling the air with rhythmic sounds. Her hips swayed as she twirled around the tethered spot on her hip, the drum continuing to resonate. Closing her eyes, she assumed the role bestowed upon her by tradition, a role performed only once a year.

A soft, melodic whistle from the flute rose amidst the drumming men, and everyone bowed their heads in reverence. The whistle carried with it peace, serenity, and joy that touched the hearts of all who listened, including the Sarkin of Garuk Town and his royal council. It was a unique flute whistle, found only in Garuk Town. Even within the town, only Waira and her brother Eid possessed the ability to play it, for it was a sacred flute crafted with the power of the gods, an instrument forbidden to be imitated or attempted by others.

The sound of the flute invigorated Waira, granting her energy and strength for her performance. Her graceful movements seemed to defy the limitations of her own body. The cascading water washed away the grime and dirt that clung to her, revealing a radiant sheen. Adorned with a shimmering waistband and a large leaf covering her growing breasts, she moved with the fluidity of a chameleon, her earrings dangling with miniature bird skull heads, and a snake skull chain adorning her neck.

This day held special significance not only for the townspeople but also for Waira, the daughter and granddaughter of the kings of Garuk Town. Today was their exclusive celebration of their idol, a day dedicated to worship that lasted until Waira performed her role. According to tradition, they worshipped their idol once a year, choosing a different girl each time. This year, Waira had been chosen again, recognized for her skills and ability to emulate the busar’s style and movements.

On this day, Waira would cleanse herself, freeing her body from the accumulated dirt and filth of the past year. It was the one day she set aside for bathing, just as the ceremony marked their annual worship. After the ritual, she would embark on her solitary bath, a cherished moment for her and her loved ones.

Waira, a fourteen-year-old girl, was the sole heir of her sorcerer king father and the future sorcerer queen of Garuk Town. Her beauty was captivating, a rare elegance that entranced all who beheld her. Her stunning white hair, a rarity among people of her land, framed her face, cascading in abundance. Though her hair was often covered in dirt, Waira took no pride in it, for in Garuk, both men and women boasted a similar abundance of hair. Her beauty made her the center of attention among her contemporaries, but the fear of her brother, Eid, deterred many suitors from approaching her. In Garuk’s customs, no other girl bore the weight of such dirt and neglect. It was not a matter of food or drink but personal hygiene. Waira resisted any contact with water for bathing purposes, except in cases of rain or when unavoidable circumstances required immersion. Consequently, she bathed only once a year, aligning it with the significance of the worship ceremony.

Waira was the only child of her mother, destined to inherit her father’s position, just as her father had inherited his father’s before him. The throne passed solely within the family, through bloodlines. This circumstance confined Waira to the throne until she came of age. However, she was allowed to learn the rituals and practices of the amulet, a custom observed by the people of Garuk Town, with the exception of her brother and father.

The people of Garuk Town were a unique community, adhering strictly to traditional ways. From their attire to their cuisine, they shunned modernity and embraced a lifestyle steeped in tradition. They traveled by animal rather than automobiles, their dwellings and structures reflected a bygone era. Garuk was a bustling city, almost akin to a state, blessed with fertile land, abundant water, and lush vegetation. Outsiders were seldom granted permanent residence, and intermarriage with other tribes was strictly prohibited. They held a firm belief in magic and sorcery, a part of their daily lives.

Visiting Garuk Town held little appeal for outsiders, despite the king’s invitation. Even Waira, standing at the town’s gates, hesitated to enter. The king had issued a decree restricting her movements, monitoring her every trip within the town, even to the extent of climbing mountains and trees like a biranya, mastering the art of traversing any terrain. She was warned that leaving Garuk Town meant permanent exile, tantamount to a death sentence. Some of the townsfolk understood the languages of other regions, including her brother Eid. However, Waira only spoke Gurtuk, the language of Garuk, yet possessed a unique ability to comprehend other languages, even if she couldn’t speak them herself. Her intuition was keen, granting her glimpses into the past lives of both humans and animals. Her emotional nature endeared her to the townspeople, forging strong bonds of friendship and affection, particularly with her cousin Eid.

Eid, a handsome young man with a mixed heritage, possessed an abundance of hair that further enhanced his attractiveness. He often styled his hair in various ways, sometimes leaving it loose like a woman. Though he shared Waira’s fair complexion, he differed in appearance due to her unique traits, though the grime covering her body prevented her fair skin from shining through. Eid had ventured to few towns outside of Garuk, as he would travel extensively to feast his eyes before returning.

Both Waira’s father and grandfather had been sole heirs, just as she was. Once an heir was born, the previous generation would pass away, leaving the throne solely to their bloodline. The tradition continued down the line of Waira’s ancestry.

Maleek’s Perspective

Frustrated, he descended the stairs, his anger palpable. Ummi, who sat on a nearby cushion beside her husband, swiftly released her hand from his grip and stood, fixing her gaze on her daughter. She struggled to suppress her anger, having received the message he had delivered.

“Excuse me, I allowed her to clean the room for you.”

Cak halted, clenching his fists tightly and gritting his teeth.

“But why did she enter with the scent of women’s perfume? Not just perfume, she even applied lipstick on the mirror, and you know how much I despise anything related to women. Why would she do that to me?”

“I will speak to her, but Maleek, please calm down…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Abiey coughed, regaining her composure.

“Alright, son, go outside and get some fresh air. I will tidy up the room for you, and you can leave me and your brother here. I will handle this.”

Abiey took a deep breath, looking at her husband.

“Thank you, Abiey.”

He acknowledged her gratitude, drawing her close in an embrace.

“Enough, Hayatie. Everyone is created by God as they are. He doesn’t want women in his life or anything associated with

 them.”

“Is it a secret? I’ve never seen a man like Maleek. Has he married a fairy?”

Silence followed, a silence that conveyed the weight of her long-held pain, slowly suffocating her.

“Or is it my fault?”

She posed a question that neither she nor her husband had an answer to, highlighting the issue they were grappling with.

“Not at all, Zahra. You need to understand and accept people as they are. Don’t burden yourself with unnecessary thoughts. One day, it will pass. And please, tell your brothers to stop provoking my child.”

Abiey attempted to soothe his wife, who rose from his embrace and wiped away her tears, sharing in her son’s struggle.

Maleek was an extraordinary individual, someone who diverged from societal norms. It was rare to encounter a man like him, one who distanced himself from the world. Maleek’s nature, dark and vehemently averse to women, extended to the point of refusing to acknowledge their existence, even their names. This aversion had been ingrained in him since childhood, manifesting in his actions and severing any connections to the female gender. Whether it was the fragrance of women’s perfume or any cosmetics associated with them, Maleek rejected it, refusing to engage with even the smallest semblance of connection. This extended to his interactions with his wife, ensuring their encounters were minimal, and he would go to great lengths to avoid any form of intimacy. Maleek’s condition had safeguarded him from his younger brother’s wife, who constantly taunted him despite her underlying fear.

However, Maleek’s aversion extended to his mother and younger sister as well, despite his father’s happiness and the love they had for him. Maleek never engaged in conversations or shared meals with them. The only individuals he would confide in or seek advice from were his father, Abiey, and his younger brother.

When Maleek interacted with his friends, whether they were his brothers or his father, his demeanor softened, and he revealed a different side of himself. His reluctance to engage with the online world stemmed from his avoidance of women, as though it were a disease that plagued him, causing great distress not only to himself but also to those around him, including his mother and sister. The mere thought of engaging with a woman, be it through physical contact or hearing her voice, fueled an overwhelming hatred within him.

Maleek’s life had been marked by difficulty, encountering adversaries at every turn, until his parents recognized the gravity of his condition and sought solutions. His father, Abiey, understood the situation, realizing that it was not something to dismiss casually. His mother, Zahra, longed for a deeper connection with her son, yearning for conversations and meals shared at the same table. She was burdened by the pain inflicted upon her by Maleek’s condition.

Despite his aversion, Maleek possessed captivating qualities that drew women to him. His impeccable grooming, enticing fragrance, and charismatic speech made him a desirable figure. It was inconceivable for anyone to resist his charm. Every night, Maleek fervently prayed for relief from this burden, knowing that if it were left unchecked, it could intensify and cause greater distress in the future. At times, he would contemplate the origins of his hatred, but attempts to explain the depths of his aversion only fueled the hatred further.

Maleek’s experiences had molded him into a man burdened by the challenges life presented him. Every step he took seemed fraught with obstacles, yet his father, Abiey, never blamed him, understanding the immense weight Maleek carried. Abiey’s love for his son remained unwavering, offering a safe space for Maleek to share his concerns and fears, along with his younger brother.

If one were to encounter Maleek, they would witness him engaged in play with his friends, be it his brothers or his father, Abiey. These moments allowed Maleek to forget his worries temporarily. His avoidance of women resulted in a disease that afflicted him, threatening his well-being and impacting those closest to him. His mother, Ummi, witnessed the unique struggles her son faced, his isolation from conversations and meals only perpetuating her worry. Abiey, however, never allowed Maleek’s actions to cause concern, for in his eyes, it was simply a matter of being indifferent to that which did not interest him. Only Ummi, Zahra, Maleek’s mother, experienced a different sentiment, knowing she couldn’t communicate with her brother, unable to share her concerns. The physical distance between them prevented any connection, leaving her feeling isolated and yearning for her brother’s well-being. She understood the pain and struggles Maleek faced due to his condition.

Ameer’s Perspective

He felt someone’s eyes on him, compelling him to turn and discover Momy standing behind him, her arms wrapped around herself, a smile adorning her face. He reciprocated the smile, setting aside the flute he had been playing and straightening up.

“Momy.”

“Yes, I’ve been watching you for quite some time.”

“Why?”

“Ameer, I didn’t want to interrupt your flute playing. I enjoy it too.”

He smiled, allowing her words to wash over him. The pleasure he derived from playing the flute was not lost on him, and it extended to those who listened.

“I don’t know who taught you that whistle, but they possess great skill. It resonates deeply within the heart.”

This prompted a chuckle, revealing his white teeth. Moving forward, he resumed walking, with Momy following closely behind.

“Your daddy is waiting for you in the living room. I informed him that you were resting here in the garden. He wanted to interrupt your rest and speak with you.”

He glanced back at her, walking back and forth.

“Hmm, he’s being sent to school.”

“Did you commit a wrongdoing?”

He continued his stride, offering no response.

Upon reaching the door leading to the living room, he opened it and stepped inside. In the designated walkway, he put on his shoes and proceeded further, entering the hall. With purpose, he ascended the stairs and made his way to his room. Opening the door with care, he entered and noticed a fragrance permeating the air. The scent, impossible to pinpoint, infused every corner of the room, polished surfaces gleaming as if freshly polished with a sheen. He could touch any surface and bring his finger to his mouth, for it was so meticulously clean.

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She swayed back and forth, as if teetering on the brink of falling, then confidently stepped forward, raising her right leg adorned with white stripes. The leg struck the muddy ground beneath the cascading water, and she raised both hands high above her. With a flourish, she produced a drum and struck it forcefully, filling the air with rhythmic sounds. Her hips swayed as she twirled around the tethered spot on her hip, the drum continuing to resonate. Closing her eyes, she assumed the role bestowed upon her by tradition, a role performed only once a year.

A soft, melodic whistle from the flute rose amidst the drumming men, and everyone bowed their heads in reverence. The whistle carried with it peace, serenity, and joy that touched the hearts of all who listened, including the Sarkin of Garuk Town and his royal council. It was a unique flute whistle, found only in Garuk Town. Even within the town, only Waira and her brother Eid possessed the ability to play it, for it was a sacred flute crafted with the power of the gods, an instrument forbidden to be imitated or attempted by others.

The sound of the flute invigorated Waira, granting her energy and strength for her performance. Her graceful movements seemed to defy the limitations of her own body. The cascading water washed away the grime and dirt that clung to her, revealing a radiant sheen. Adorned with a shimmering waistband and a large leaf covering her growing breasts, she moved with the fluidity of a chameleon, her earrings dangling with miniature bird skull heads, and a snake skull chain adorning her neck.

This day held special significance not only for the townspeople but also for Waira, the daughter and granddaughter of the kings of Garuk Town. Today was their exclusive celebration of their idol, a day dedicated to worship that lasted until Waira performed her role. According to tradition, they worshipped their idol once a year, choosing a different girl each time. This year, Waira had been chosen again, recognized for her skills and ability to emulate the busar’s style and movements.

On this day, Waira would cleanse herself, freeing her body from the accumulated dirt and filth of the past year. It was the one day she set aside for bathing, just as the ceremony marked their annual worship. After the ritual, she would embark on her solitary bath, a cherished moment for her and her loved ones.

Waira, a fourteen-year-old girl, was the sole heir of her sorcerer king father and the future sorcerer queen of Garuk Town. Her beauty was captivating, a rare elegance that entranced all who beheld her. Her stunning white hair, a rarity among people of her land, framed her face, cascading in abundance. Though her hair was often covered in dirt, Waira took no pride in it, for in Garuk, both men and women boasted a similar abundance of hair. Her beauty made her the center of attention among her contemporaries, but the fear of her brother, Eid, deterred many suitors from approaching her. In Garuk’s customs, no other girl bore the weight of such dirt and neglect. It was not a matter of food or drink but personal hygiene. Waira resisted any contact with water for bathing purposes, except in cases of rain or when unavoidable circumstances required immersion. Consequently, she bathed only once a year, aligning it with the significance of the worship ceremony.

Waira was the only child of her mother, destined to inherit her father’s position, just as her father had inherited his father’s before him. The throne passed solely within the family, through bloodlines. This circumstance confined Waira to the throne until she came of age. However, she was allowed to learn the rituals and practices of the amulet, a custom observed by the people of Garuk Town, with the exception of her brother and father.

The people of Garuk Town were a unique community, adhering strictly to traditional ways. From their attire to their cuisine, they shunned modernity and embraced a lifestyle steeped in tradition. They traveled by animal rather than automobiles, their dwellings and structures reflected a bygone era. Garuk was a bustling city, almost akin to a state, blessed with fertile land, abundant water, and lush vegetation. Outsiders were seldom granted permanent residence, and intermarriage with other tribes was strictly prohibited. They held a firm belief in magic and sorcery, a part of their daily lives.

Visiting Garuk Town held little appeal for outsiders, despite the king’s invitation. Even Waira, standing at the town’s gates, hesitated to enter. The king had issued a decree restricting her movements, monitoring her every trip within the town, even to the extent of climbing mountains and trees like a biranya, mastering the art of traversing any terrain. She was warned that leaving Garuk Town meant permanent exile, tantamount to a death sentence. Some of the townsfolk understood the languages of other regions, including her brother Eid. However, Waira only spoke Gurtuk, the language of Garuk, yet possessed a unique ability to comprehend other languages, even if she couldn’t speak them herself. Her intuition was keen, granting her glimpses into the past lives of both humans and animals. Her emotional nature endeared her to the townspeople, forging strong bonds of friendship and affection, particularly with her cousin Eid.

Eid, a handsome young man with a mixed heritage, possessed an abundance of hair that further enhanced his attractiveness. He often styled his hair in various ways, sometimes leaving it loose like a woman. Though he shared Waira’s fair complexion, he differed in appearance due to her unique traits, though the grime covering her body prevented her fair skin from shining through. Eid had ventured to few towns outside of Garuk, as he would travel extensively to feast his eyes before returning.

Both Waira’s father and grandfather had been sole heirs, just as she was. Once an heir was born, the previous generation would pass away, leaving the throne solely to their bloodline. The tradition continued down the line of Waira’s ancestry.

Maleek’s Perspective

Frustrated, he descended the stairs, his anger palpable. Ummi, who sat on a nearby cushion beside her husband, swiftly released her hand from his grip and stood, fixing her gaze on her daughter. She struggled to suppress her anger, having received the message he had delivered.

“Excuse me, I allowed her to clean the room for you.”

Cak halted, clenching his fists tightly and gritting his teeth.

“But why did she enter with the scent of women’s perfume? Not just perfume, she even applied lipstick on the mirror, and you know how much I despise anything related to women. Why would she do that to me?”

“I will speak to her, but Maleek, please calm down…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Abiey coughed, regaining her composure.

“Alright, son, go outside and get some fresh air. I will tidy up the room for you, and you can leave me and your brother here. I will handle this.”

Abiey took a deep breath, looking at her husband.

“Thank you, Abiey.”

He acknowledged her gratitude, drawing her close in an embrace.

“Enough, Hayatie. Everyone is created by God as they are. He doesn’t want women in his life or anything associated with

 them.”

“Is it a secret? I’ve never seen a man like Maleek. Has he married a fairy?”

Silence followed, a silence that conveyed the weight of her long-held pain, slowly suffocating her.

“Or is it my fault?”

She posed a question that neither she nor her husband had an answer to, highlighting the issue they were grappling with.

“Not at all, Zahra. You need to understand and accept people as they are. Don’t burden yourself with unnecessary thoughts. One day, it will pass. And please, tell your brothers to stop provoking my child.”

Abiey attempted to soothe his wife, who rose from his embrace and wiped away her tears, sharing in her son’s struggle.

Maleek was an extraordinary individual, someone who diverged from societal norms. It was rare to encounter a man like him, one who distanced himself from the world. Maleek’s nature, dark and vehemently averse to women, extended to the point of refusing to acknowledge their existence, even their names. This aversion had been ingrained in him since childhood, manifesting in his actions and severing any connections to the female gender. Whether it was the fragrance of women’s perfume or any cosmetics associated with them, Maleek rejected it, refusing to engage with even the smallest semblance of connection. This extended to his interactions with his wife, ensuring their encounters were minimal, and he would go to great lengths to avoid any form of intimacy. Maleek’s condition had safeguarded him from his younger brother’s wife, who constantly taunted him despite her underlying fear.

However, Maleek’s aversion extended to his mother and younger sister as well, despite his father’s happiness and the love they had for him. Maleek never engaged in conversations or shared meals with them. The only individuals he would confide in or seek advice from were his father, Abiey, and his younger brother.

When Maleek interacted with his friends, whether they were his brothers or his father, his demeanor softened, and he revealed a different side of himself. His reluctance to engage with the online world stemmed from his avoidance of women, as though it were a disease that plagued him, causing great distress not only to himself but also to those around him, including his mother and sister. The mere thought of engaging with a woman, be it through physical contact or hearing her voice, fueled an overwhelming hatred within him.

Maleek’s life had been marked by difficulty, encountering adversaries at every turn, until his parents recognized the gravity of his condition and sought solutions. His father, Abiey, understood the situation, realizing that it was not something to dismiss casually. His mother, Zahra, longed for a deeper connection with her son, yearning for conversations and meals shared at the same table. She was burdened by the pain inflicted upon her by Maleek’s condition.

Despite his aversion, Maleek possessed captivating qualities that drew women to him. His impeccable grooming, enticing fragrance, and charismatic speech made him a desirable figure. It was inconceivable for anyone to resist his charm. Every night, Maleek fervently prayed for relief from this burden, knowing that if it were left unchecked, it could intensify and cause greater distress in the future. At times, he would contemplate the origins of his hatred, but attempts to explain the depths of his aversion only fueled the hatred further.

Maleek’s experiences had molded him into a man burdened by the challenges life presented him. Every step he took seemed fraught with obstacles, yet his father, Abiey, never blamed him, understanding the immense weight Maleek carried. Abiey’s love for his son remained unwavering, offering a safe space for Maleek to share his concerns and fears, along with his younger brother.

If one were to encounter Maleek, they would witness him engaged in play with his friends, be it his brothers or his father, Abiey. These moments allowed Maleek to forget his worries temporarily. His avoidance of women resulted in a disease that afflicted him, threatening his well-being and impacting those closest to him. His mother, Ummi, witnessed the unique struggles her son faced, his isolation from conversations and meals only perpetuating her worry. Abiey, however, never allowed Maleek’s actions to cause concern, for in his eyes, it was simply a matter of being indifferent to that which did not interest him. Only Ummi, Zahra, Maleek’s mother, experienced a different sentiment, knowing she couldn’t communicate with her brother, unable to share her concerns. The physical distance between them prevented any connection, leaving her feeling isolated and yearning for her brother’s well-being. She understood the pain and struggles Maleek faced due to his condition.

Ameer’s Perspective

He felt someone’s eyes on him, compelling him to turn and discover Momy standing behind him, her arms wrapped around herself, a smile adorning her face. He reciprocated the smile, setting aside the flute he had been playing and straightening up.

“Momy.”

“Yes, I’ve been watching you for quite some time.”

“Why?”

“Ameer, I didn’t want to interrupt your flute playing. I enjoy it too.”

He smiled, allowing her words to wash over him. The pleasure he derived from playing the flute was not lost on him, and it extended to those who listened.

“I don’t know who taught you that whistle, but they possess great skill. It resonates deeply within the heart.”

This prompted a chuckle, revealing his white teeth. Moving forward, he resumed walking, with Momy following closely behind.

“Your daddy is waiting for you in the living room. I informed him that you were resting here in the garden. He wanted to interrupt your rest and speak with you.”

He glanced back at her, walking back and forth.

“Hmm, he’s being sent to school.”

“Did you commit a wrongdoing?”

He continued his stride, offering no response.

Upon reaching the door leading to the living room, he opened it and stepped inside. In the designated walkway, he put on his shoes and proceeded further, entering the hall. With purpose, he ascended the stairs and made his way to his room. Opening the door with care, he entered and noticed a fragrance permeating the air. The scent, impossible to pinpoint, infused every corner of the room, polished surfaces gleaming as if freshly polished with a sheen. He could touch any surface and bring his finger to his mouth, for it was so meticulously clean.

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