Bakan Gizo – English Translation (Continuation)

(From the scene where Nasir divorces Amrah)

After finishing his words, Nasir flung the divorce letter at her and stormed out — his heart burning with rage, like a man who had just suffered a great loss.

He left Amrah there, trembling with sorrow and physical pain — her body still sore from his beating. But more than the pain of his hands, it was the pain of his words — the divorce — that tore her soul apart.

When her tears finally slowed, she pulled out a small handbag and packed just a few clothes into it. She didn’t have the strength to carry much. Then she wore her hijab, stepped into the sitting room, and paused — lost in thought.

She remembered how, just two weeks ago, she had been brought into this same house as a new bride, surrounded by joy and celebration.

Now, here she was, about to leave — full of heartbreak and shame. Despite all the advice she had received, everything had fallen apart, and she still didn’t even know what crime she had committed.

With a deep sigh, she whispered aloud:

> “O Allah, You are my only protector. Make people understand that I am innocent — that I did nothing to deserve this broken marriage.”

She grabbed her bag and headed for the gate.

But just as she reached the courtyard, she heard Nasir’s voice calling her name. He was running after her.

In confusion, she turned around, wondering — is it really me he’s calling? Or someone else with the same name?

To her surprise, he reached her, tears streaming down his face. He pleaded desperately:

> “Please, don’t go. I’m sorry. Come back, let’s continue our marriage.

I know our relationship is now unlawful since I divorced you three times, but I promise — I won’t touch you or do anything that would make it sinful.

You caused this, Amrah! If you hadn’t started inviting Adam to spend the night in our house — even on your own bed — we’d still be living peacefully! I swear I’ll never forgive him for making me do something that the world will curse me for!”

Amrah stared at him in disbelief, eyes filled with disgust. Was Nasir out of his mind?

If this wasn’t madness, then perhaps evil spirits had taken over his thoughts — because since the morning after she arrived at his house, she had not even seen Adam again. The last time was that day when Nasir himself brought Adam along; they ate together, and both men left. That was it.

Now Nasir was falsely accusing her just to justify his foolish outburst — while her own heart was shattered beyond repair.

In a calm but firm voice, she said:

> “Nasir, go your way. I leave you to God. But by Allah, you will reap exactly what you’ve sown.

And for the lies you’ve thrown at me, may God judge between us.”

As she tried to step out through the gate, he grabbed her bag and barked:

> “And what will you tell people when you get there?”

Amrah shot him a fierce, blazing look with her red, tear-swollen eyes and said:

> “If madness is troubling you, go to an asylum and let them chain you up!”

She yanked her bag from his grip and walked away slowly, tears streaming down her face.

When she reached the roadside, she looked around for a ride.

Just then, a beautiful car pulled up beside her. The window rolled down slowly, revealing a dignified elderly man.

He asked gently:

> “Young lady, where are you headed?”

Amrah turned away quickly as a tricycle (keke napep) sped by. She stopped it and climbed in, telling the rider her destination — her family’s neighborhood.

The old man quietly followed behind them in his car until he saw where she entered.

Amrah, intending to pay the rider, went inside to bring money. But before she came out, the old man had already stepped forward, paid the fare, and quickly left.

When the tricycle driver was about to adjust his seat, Amrah’s younger brother came out holding money and said:

> “Here, let me pay you.”

The driver smiled and replied:

> “I’ve already been paid!”

Then he drove off happily.

Amrah entered the house crying uncontrollably. Her mother, alarmed, rushed out reciting prayers of protection.

> “What happened? What’s wrong with you, my daughter?” she cried.

Amrah pulled the divorce letter from her bag and handed it to her mother.

Before taking it, the woman asked:

> “What is this letter?”

Amrah broke down in heartbreaking sobs and replied:

> “He divorced me — three times.”