Education for women is useless! A woman’s job is to marry, cook, and give birth!”
Aishatu sighed. “I told you when she was still in secondary school, but you insisted on bringing us to the city. Now, she has ‘modern ideas’ and refuses to marry.”
The old man grumbled. “I should have left her in the village! Now, look at me! Retired, broke, and stuck in the city!”
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Aamna, wiping away tears, pointed an accusing finger at another young woman. “I swear, Saratu! May the devil kiss you! You betrayer! You will never see happiness!”
Saratu smirked, dangling her car keys. “Aamna, you’re just a poor girl. What would Deeni, the son of a wealthy politician, want with you? He left you for me because you don’t belong in our league.”
Aamna clenched her fists. “If you think your ugly face will keep him, you’re mistaken!”
Saratu rolled her eyes, stepped into her sleek black car, and sped off.
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