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The words kept echoing in her ears as she stood rooted in the same position she had been ever since she came out to the backyard. 'Zeenatu, Allah ya wadaran haihuwarki!' (Woe to the day you were begotten) What had happened to make Maama so angry as to utter such words to her? Zeenah wondered as thick tears rolled out her eyes. "Never in my life have I ever regretted ever doing something like how I regret being your mother right now" Maama roared angrily. One can easily notice that Maama was not in her right senses. "Me za'ayi da haihuwa irin taki, Zeenatu? (Woe to the day you were begotten) Nothing except heartache and high blood pressure? Zeenatu, what had I achieved by being your mother?" "Maama..." Zeenah started in a broken voice but couldn't continue due to the high pitched cry fr
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