"How is she?" Jafar asked, sitting beside his sister solemnly. Hajiya Rahama looked up at him dejectedly, turning to face her daughter. "Still the same." she sighed. "There's been no improvement."
"What did the doctor say?" he asked, holding her hand tenderly. Her skin was cold and clammy against her.
"What can he say?" she muttered. "He's come to check on her today, but he didn't say anything new. Just that we should continue to monitor her closely. He said there's nothing more we can do right now than to pray and hope for the best."
"Can't we take her out of the country? We could try other hospitals. Maybe India or Cairo." Jafar suggested.
"And then what?" Hajiya Rahama stifled a tear. "We take her all the way to another country just so they can tell us that there's nothing they can
