Zeenah's face was devoid of any emotions as she listened to her mother. "I don't understand, Maama," she finally said.
"I said," Maama started all over again, "what do you think of the idea of getting married, again?"
"Maama," Zeenah whispered brokenly, her voice shaking. "Don't do this to me, please."
"I shouldn't do what?" Maama asked soothingly. "I shouldn't advise you to get married again? You think I like seeing you all broken and in pain each and every day?"
"Maama..."
"I understand you need time, but from what I understood, it won't change anything in you. It will only make you hate him more, with each passing day, you hate Abubakar more than you hated him yesterday. I can see it in your eyes, and that, my dear, is not a healthy trait."
"But I don't want to get married anymore
