Family revenge

k - Ten

rd echoed w

playfully as a small boy ran toward him. Jamal - seven years

ied, clinging tight.

got fast legs, little m

ot back, poking his chest.

that name, Malik

ays wanted children of his own, but his wife had walked out years before, blam

ust... present. He showed up. Listened. Protected. And

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- Eight

hering of elders, his vo

ver old grudges. We can pool our resour

errupted, sneering. "We don't need

nly. "This family is bleeding from pride. If we d

some nodding in ag

ng, Dumo corner

r," Dumo growled. "Always s

t care about being the favori

dropping to a snarl. "Then

he first o

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k - Five

se was

as well have been. A family dispute had spiraled out of control

ter, fists clenched, t

air, claiming that Malik had forged sig

ie. Malik

ted proof. The

ik didn't fight back - not out of fear, but out

a had pulled him

poisoning everyone. If you stay, you'

in front of her befo

morning,

-

o Pres

ll haunted his sleep, every night a reminder of the family that had o

s no long

e whole family, from a time long gone. Jamal as a boy. Fatima

d at Dum

ispered. "And this t

tirring a pot of porridge, her back to him. The light

e asleep," she sai

ied. "But the past

gently and turned. Her eye

nged," she

everythi

the man who now stood before her. "Then maybe there's hope. But

e for war - if that's what it takes. B

d slowly. "Start with Jamal. He doesn't say

hard. "Then I'

e a second chance. Somewhere across town, Dumo was likely already schemi

d not just with memor

y to confro

storm wa

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reeze brushed against his face, stirring his t

te? What if they ne

ef, others with anger and silence. What he hadn't prepared for was this thick mixture of guilt, fear, and

yone. That boy looked at me like I was e

o took advantage of my silence. He fed the

reath and looked ou

ill reclaim my name - even if I h