It has been a month since the death of tariq who was buried according to the rights of islam.



I stood on the stairs of the hostel, breathing in its air for the last time. My next stop was going to be Dubai. My dad has decided that I leave PHU for good.



The thought of sufy still lingeres in my mind, I don't know what to do. I asked my dad to find out where he was and my dad was told that he was released which baffled me. He was released but he didn't come to look for me which was weird for a person who took a murder blame for me.



"Did you pack everything?" my dad said as soon as I stood before him with my bags. "Yeah I did" I responded. "Has saafa Arrived?" I asked my dad while taking a seat at the back of his generation Mercedes Benz along with him. Saafa had traveled to Sudan to stay with her aunty, she needed space from all that had happened in her life. I actually don't blame

People, friends, family, and so on. I miss my former life, I miss seeing blacks like myself, I miss rice and so on. I miss chicken, well I'm being weird right now, there's chicken in UAE (Chuckles).



"Heza please can we meet later?" I was on a call with Anwar.



"Alright where should we meet?" I said while solving an equation on the rough sheet before me.



"At El Batidor, the one close to the girls dorm" he said and I nodded with a pen in my mouth, though I know he is not here, I just like nodding.



"Alright El Batidor it is, I heard they make good pastries. They are also in Nigeria and they do online delivery too" I said.



"Wow I guess you know them better than I do" he said and I chuckled.



"I guess so" I laughed. A laugh that echoed through the room which only I myself stay in. I had to pay double because I love my privacy. I must say, I miss Taiwo, though we didn't see bef

"What do you mean?, Heza you are sick, drop the gun. Kamal please grab the gun from her" he ordered kamal who began taking some steps towards me.



"Tariq I am not sick. you are, how can you use All this people for sacrifice. They have mums waiting for them to come back home, dads hoping that their child would be found. Siblings who look up to their siblings are crying for their siblings now. Allah will not be happy with you all" I began crying.



"Heza they don't have feelings, they are animals" Sufy said while walking towards me.



"Yes they are. They are all animals" I muttered. "Now break the calabash now Tariq" I said.



"No!, I am not lossing my powers" Tariq said with darkness engulfing his eyes.



"Then you leave me choice" I closed my eyes while placing the gun on my head.



"Heza don't do this" both Tariq and Sufy said all at once.



"One" I counted... "Two" I began.





It has been a month since the death of tariq who was buried according to the rights of islam.



I stood on the stairs of the hostel, breathing in its air for the last time. My next stop was going to be Dubai. My dad has decided that I leave PHU for good.



The thought of sufy still lingeres in my mind, I don't know what to do. I asked my dad to find out where he was and my dad was told that he was released which baffled me. He was released but he didn't come to look for me which was weird for a person who took a murder blame for me.



"Did you pack everything?" my dad said as soon as I stood before him with my bags. "Yeah I did" I responded. "Has saafa Arrived?" I asked my dad while taking a seat at the back of his generation Mercedes Benz along with him. Saafa had traveled to Sudan to stay with her aunty, she needed space from all that had happened in her life. I actually don't blame her, her dad was killed by her own cousin.



"Yes. Aunty maimona called and told me she is asleep"

Chapter 21