She just smiled. Because they had been pestering her about her life for a long time because she had become a favorite and a metaphor for everyone.
But what about the one who knows her or has seen her or whose famous story has reached a person?
Two weeks later, Sumayya fulfilled her promise and gave them her written story.
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_the essence of fate_
My meeting with Fa'iz Bukar, from there, destiny began.
__ The class was filled with noise due to the absence of the teacher, and the habit of the students to make noise, even with the teacher, was so bad that they called us stupid.
I, who was monitoring her, got up and looked at the timetable, because I saw a teacher who was with us at the time, an English teacher.
I sighed and headed towards the study room where we bumped into our class teacher, Mr. Abba. I bowed and said.
“Sir, there is no teacher in the classroom. It's noisy and they are trying to be quiet.”
"Is there a teacher of yours who didn't come in?" he said.
I said, “He's an English teacher, sir, and he was transferred. The new teacher who was supposed to start today hasn't arrived.”
He said quickly.
“He has come. His name is Malam Fa'iz. He is in the staff room meeting with the prince. I left them. Let's go and show him to you. Tell him the period for his entry. He doesn't know.”
Besides him, there were three teachers in the staff room, two of them male, and a teacher who was working on signing tests on one side.
He is sitting alone on one side, reading a text book. You have to go in, he will be the first to catch your eye, because his white skin is like a rainbow. He is a young man and among all the teachers, there is no one younger than him, only older.
I was just getting to know him, and I was surprised to meet him again for the second time in my life, and he would come as a teacher. Even though I met him for the first time, no one wanted to come between me and him, except for my phone, which I had previously thrown away, and he found it and brought it to me.
The ninth month of Kenan.
But in surprise, he pretended not to recognize me, and when he raised his head, our eyes met. He then blushed, in pity, and then said softly.
"You're a monitor," he said.
I shook my head.
“Yes, sir.”
He even stood up and called me forward, saying.
"Oh K. Jeki, see you later." He went back to his usual routine and I don't know why.
I hadn't been there long, and then he came in. Although his entrance was seen, there was no noise, and despite the temptation to look at him, he was followed like a strange creature.
Thus he began to introduce himself in English. He paused and said
"Keep Quiet. I said keep Quiet." But the noise didn't go away. Instead, he started shouting at us and insulting us, and it got worse.
“You are such donkeys, when I tell you to be quiet, you won't do it?”
But you have to be quiet, for two reasons. First, I'm scared, and second, no teacher has ever insulted us, because of the feelings that
