It was late at night, like almost every late night, with the constant yelling, constant rebuking, and so many sighs and lashings.
Amara clenched her fist as she stood between her father and her mother. Just like every other day, he had hit her again without caring about her well-being. But tonight, she stood in front of him, facing him without fear, for she couldn't stand what he was doing.
It was too much, and they had endured so much, especially her mother. Was it her fault that she couldn't bear him a male child? And why is society so against a female child ruling?
"Step aside," his eyes narrowed at her, but Amara stood her ground. If he hit her mother one more time, she would do the unthinkable, and she didn't care how far it would take her.
"Do your worst, father, but I will not let you hurt her again," at this moment, she wished she was Safiya.
'Biko' means 'Please'