‘If You Please!’ – The Youngest Sister Hangs Above a Void, and Her Sisters’ Jealousy Could Destroy Everything!

In an African village guided by traditions and wisdom of the ancients, three sisters once lived together. But jealousy and rivalry var broke this sacred bond, leading to betrayal with dramatic consequences. When the truth came to light, the village had to choose between revenge and deeper justice. It’s while A the youngest took a decision that would change the destiny of his whole family.

 Before you start this story, don’t forget to subscribe, like the video and activate the notification bell so as not to miss any of our next stories. But Aya, in a reflex in despair, clung to a root which exceeded. She was now hanging above the void, eyes wide of terror fixed on his sisters. “If he please, begged, tears flowing on his cheeks.

 Batou looked away, unable to bear the scene. Stella, with closed face, knelt down and began to detach Aya’s fingers from the root one by one. Because you took everything, the love of our parents, the admiration of the village, all looks. Now you will disappear and we will find our place again.” The sun was setting over the village, painting the sky in orange colors and purple.

 On the main square, the tamtames reasoned forcefully, calling on residents to come together for the initiation ceremony. This that evening, Aya, the youngest of the family de Foca, the chef, was going to be presented in the village like an accomplished woman, ready to take his place in the community. The women had spent days preparing the girl.

 She had adorned it with colored beads which shimmered on his ebony skin. His hair was braided into pattern complex, testifying to its new status. A precious fabric, woven by the best craftswomen draped their shoulders with elegance. But it was especially her radiant smile and sweetness of his gaze which captivated everyone those who saw it.

 When he made his entry into the square accompanied by his mother handled and her two sisters, a An admiring murmur ran through the crowd. The old women nodded with approval. The young men exchanged knowing glances and children built hands with joy. Enk, the young hunter renowned for his courage, felt his heart leap in seeing you move gracefully towards the center of the place.

 Foca then rose imposingly in his chef’s tunic adorned with Cori. He placed his hands on his shoulders younger daughter and proclaimed with a voice strong that the village now had a new accomplished woman, worthy of respect and honor. The drums redoubled in intensity and the dance began. Throughout the evening, Aya was the center of all attention.

The elders came to bless her and he offer wise counsel. The young girls surrounded him, admiring her finery and laughing with her. The suitors approached timidly, hoping to catch his eye. Even Batelémi, the wise healer of the village, stopped in front of her to whisper to her a special blessing, well that a number of concerns crossed briefly his wrinkled face.

 Away near the large Baobab which dominated the place, Stella and Bou observed the scene. Stella’s face hardened throughout the evening. Its jaws were tight and his eyes followed every movement of their younger sister with a disturbing intensity. Bintou, less skillful, concealed his emotions, discreetly wiped away a tear spite.

 Look at her, if flastella enters his teeth low enough so that only bath everyone hears it. It looks like she’s here only girl in this village. Did you see how do all bow down before her? even father never looked at us so. Bou agreed sadly. During their own ceremony, no one danced with such fervor and the suitors did not queue to give them gifts.

 This is not not fair, Stella continued, the voice loaded with bitterness. We are his elders, we should be honored and respected. But no, not everyone has god only for her and her beauty. At night progressed and the party was in full swing. The musicians sang the melodies and the dancers whirled around of the central light.

 Aya laughed out loud, her innocence and joy illuminating her face. She did not notice the dark looks given to him by his sisters. She couldn’t have guessed that in the hearts of Stella and Bintou, something dark and toxic was germinating. When the the moon was high in the sky and the last guests returned to their huts, the three returned home together their parents.

 Aya, exhausted my happy, fell asleep quickly. But in the darkness of the hut, Stella and Bantu remained awake, their minds agitated by thoughts venomous. “We have to do something thing,” Stella whispered in the dark. “We cannot continue to live in his shadow.” Batou shivered, guessing what these words presaged. “What do you suggest sister?” A long silence followed, troubled only by the peaceful breathing of sleeping A.

 Then Stella replied: “Her voice barely audible but charged with determination freezing, it must disappear. That evening, while the village slept peacefully, the seeds of the jealousy found fertile ground in the hearts of the two older sisters. And like all poisonous seeds, they would soon germinate into a plan terrible which would shake the family and the whole village.

 The days following the ceremony, Stella and Bento refined their cruel plan. They were waiting for auspicious moment, the perfect opportunity which would not arouse any suspicion. This opportunity presented itself when their mother, Magné, fell ill with a fever persistent who confined her to her mat. Battelémi the healer came to examine the sick.

 He shook his head gravely and declared that he needed a cure rare. The fruits of the coba, a tree that grew only in the depths of the sacred forest, where few dared venture out. These red fruits like blood, it was said, possessed miraculous properties capable of cure even the most common diseases tenacious. “Can I go?” Aya suggested. without hesitation, the shining eyes of determination.

 Mother needs her fruit. Stella exchanged a quick glance with boat. It was time. No, little sister, she said with gentleness feint. The sacred forest is dangerous. The three of us will go together. So we will protect ourselves mutually. Foca, concerned about the state of his wife and by his responsibilities of chief, approved with a nod of the head distracted.

 “Come on my girls, but be be careful and come back before nightfall. at night.” In the early morning, the three sisters left the village. They wore baskets and gourds filled with water. The path leading to the sacred forest was narrow and winding, lined with tall grass waving in the morning breeze. The birds were singing in the trees, ignoring the drama that was getting ready.

 Aya walked in front, light and confident, speaking with enthusiasm of his joy of helping their mother. She did not notice the knowing looks as Stella and Bou exchanged behind her. She doesn’t nor did he see Enkoa who from afar observed their departure with a inexplicable worry deep in the heart. The deeper she went into the forest, the denser the vegetation became.

 The rays of the sun barely peeking through the thick canopy of trees centenarians. Vines hung like frozen snakes and the ground was covered with dead leaves creaked under their feet. The air was heavy and humid, loaded with the smell of land and vegetation decomposition. “Is it still far away?” asked Bintou whose voice was trembling slightly.

 Despite his complicity in the plot, fear began to invade him. A little more, replied Stella in a tone firm. She had spotted the place perfect a few days ago when of a recognition that she had carried out alone. A hidden precipice behind a curtain of vegetation, where no one would think to look. After several hours of walking, they arrived in a clearing where actually grew a magnificent coba.

 Its branches were responsible for red fruits that glowed like ruby. Aya let out a cry of joy and rushed towards the tree. Wait, Estella stopped him. I saw others bigger trees on the other side, just behind his bushes. Let’s go see first. Confident, Aya followed her sisters. They went around a huge rock covered with moss and emerged suddenly near the precipice.

 The void suddenly opened before her, a gaping mouth in the earth which seemed descend to the depths of the world. In the background, we could barely distinguish the river that flowed, its murmur rising like a funeral field. Look Aya says Stella pointing. There is a tree below right there. Bend over to see better.

 Innocent, Aya approached the edge and leaned slightly. It was the moment that chose Stella. With a brutal gesture, she pushed his younger sister. But Aya, in a reflex in despair, clung to a root which exceeded. She was now hanging above the void, eyes wide of terror fixed on his sisters. “If he Please!” she begged, tears flowing down his cheeks.

 Batou turned away look, unable to bear the scene. Stella, with a closed face, knelt down and began to untie Araine’s fingers. One by one because you got us everything taken, the love of our parents, the admiration of the village, all looks. Now you will disappear and we will find our place again. But the moment Aya’s last finger was about to let go, Batou shouted: “No, I can’t.

” She rushed and grabbed her younger sister’s arm. The night fell on the forest, enveloping Aya thick and oppressive darkness. Tied to the tree, she screamed until his voice is no more only a red whisper. The tears had dried on his cheeks, leaving streaks salty on his skin. Around her, the forest came alive with strange noises.

Branch cracking, ululating distant, mysterious rustling in the foliage. She had almost lost all hope when a light flickering appeared between the trees. Aya felt his heart leap, divided between fear and hope. The light came closer, carried by a silhouette hunched forward cautiously. Who are you, child? cry like this in my domain asked a hoarse voice but soft.

 He was an old man so old that his skin seemed to be made of tanned leather and wrinkled. Her white hair formed a halo around his head and eyes although tired shines with wisdom deep. He wore worn clothes made from animal pot and fiber plants. “Please,” begged in a broken voice. “Help me, my sisters abandoned me here.” The old man approached and examined the links which held the young girl back.

 His doinou but skillfully undid the knots with ease. Sisters who abandon their own blood, he murmured sadly. To jealousy is a deadlier poison than that of the most venomous snake. He helped Aya up. Her legs numbs the fir staggered, but the old man held her firmly. Come child, you cannot stay here. The predators roam at night.

 He led through the forest by invisible paths. After a long walking, they arrived in front of a cave hidden behind a waterfall. The interior was surprisingly welcoming. Clean mats, a fire gently burning, dried herbs hanging from the walls and calabashes filled with fresh water. “My name is Coffee”, said the old man inside him offering water and fruit.

 I live here for many seasons, far away of the world of men who rejected me formerly. As the days passed, Aya learned the story of his savior. Kofi had once the greatest hunter of his village, but wrongly accused of crime he had not committed, he had been banned. Rather than die of ashamed, he had chosen to live in the forest, learning its secrets and not becoming more than one with her.

 The old man man taught Ayava. He showed him which plants were edible and which were toxic, how to read the traces of animals, how to light a fire without flint and how to listen to the language of the forest. He also sent him lessons deeper than true strength comes from the heart, that forgiveness is more powerful as vengeance and external beauty is nothing without inner beauty.

 Meanwhile, at village, strange events began to occur. The fields cultivated by Stella and Bintou withered mysteriously while those of other villagers prospered. The gardens that she filled disturbed for no reason. At night, they were haunted by nightmares terrifying in which Aya stared at them with his accusing eyes.

 But the most disturbing remained their appearance. Stella, once pretty, saw her face become marked with premature wrinkles. His hair lost its shine and began to fall by the handful. Batou developed dark patches on the skin that did not disappear despite all the remedies of Batlemei. The healer observed his changes with gravity.

 He had lived a lot and recognized the signs. Your souls are sick and when the soul is sick, the body reflects it. What truth are you hiding? Stella and bintouille and fiercely, but the fear grew in her. The villagers began to whisper, exchange glances suspicious. Even Manager, however healed thanks to Koba fruit, observed now his eldest daughters with a growing concern.

 Ena, as for he hadn’t given up. Every day, after his duties as a hunter, he went deeper into the forest, searching tirelessly traces of Aya. Enkoa refused to believe that Aya had been carried away by a spirit. His heart said she was still alive, somewhere in the green immensity of the forest.

 One day, while he was following insert prints, he discovered unusual traces, human footsteps, too small to be those of a man, accompanied by those of one person more old. His heart raced. Was it possible? In her cave, Aya observed its reflection in the clear water of a pool. She was no longer the naive young girl of yesteryear.

 His hands were hardened, his muscles had strengthened, especially his gaze. She had survived. But one question now haunted. Should she return to the village or stay here in safety, far from those who wanted him dead? Three moons had passed since the disappearance of A. At dawn, Enkoa, following the footsteps he had discoveries, arrived near the waterfall.

The roar of the water masked all the other sounds, but something attracted his attention. A fine smoke rose behind the liquid curtain. The heart beating, he cautiously went around the waterfall and discovered the entrance to a cave. What he saw froze him in place. Aya was there, alive and well, sitting near fire next to an old man.

 She braided a braid with skill that she had never owned previously. “Aya!” he cried despite him. The girl raised her head and eyes met. During a moment, time seemed to stand still. Then she jumped up, with tears in her eyes eyes. In The young hunter crosses the space that separated them in a few bundled up and hugged her, trembling with emotion.

 You are alive, I have searched every day. I knew you wouldn’t couldn’t have disappeared like that. Cof observed the scene with a smile benevolent. It seems as a child that someone looked for you with the heart and not with the eyes. This is how we find what’s really important. Aya told Enkoa everything, the betrayal of his sisters, abandonment near the precipice then his rescue by Kofi.

 As you measure as she spoke, anger inflamed the face of the young man. They must pay for this crime, he exclaimed placing his hand on his knife hunting. I will return to the village and reveal their duplicity in front of everyone. No, Aya replied calmly, putting down her hand on his. To revenge do not cures nothing. Cofi taught it to me.

 But the truth must come out. You are right about this point. The old hermit in the warm the head. To justice and revenge are two different paths. Young hunter. One leads to peace, the other an endless cycle of suffering. After After much thought, Aya decided that he was time to go home. She couldn’t remain hidden forever and parents deserved to know that she was alive.

 Cofi gave him his blessing and offered him an amulet carved from smooth stone for you remember that true strength comes from the interior. When the sun was at sky, Aya and Enkoa entered the village. It was first a child who saw them and uttered a piercing cry. Then there was chaos. The villagers left their hut not believing their eyes.

 Screams of joy and of disbelief arose from all shares. Aya is Aya. She came back. Mané ran. The face shared between joy and confusion. She squeezed her girl against her, crying hot tear. Faca arrived shortly after, his severe expression struggling to hide his emotion. But silence fell suddenly when Stella and Bintou appeared.

 Their faces, marked by months of torment, paled again more when seeing their sister. Stella took a step back as if struck by lightning. Batou put his hands to his mouth, stifling a sob. “No”, whispered Stella, “it’s estos. You’re dead. Dead, repeated clear voice reasoning in silence. Do you were my sisters hoping for? Batelémi, alerted through the tumult, split the crowd.

 In seeing Aya, her eyes lit up with understanding. Thus, the ancestors in were talking, he declared solemnly. Justice refuses to remain buried. He turned towards the assembly. It is necessary call a meeting. That all village gathers under the great low to the Bab. A truth must be revealed, justice must be done.

 The Tamtam sounded, calling all the inhabitants. Under the great ancestral Baobab, where made the big decisions, entire village gathered. Aya se stood in the center, flanked by Enkoa with a side and Battleemi on the other. In front from her, Stella and Bintou trembled, aware that their terrible secret was going to be revealed.

 Faca, as Chief spoke in a deep voice. My girl we thought lost then find, tell us what happened actually passed through the sacred forest. The moment of truth had arrived. Aya took a deep breath and began his story. As she evoked betrayal, abandonment and attempted murder, whispers Horrified people ran through the assembly.

 The eyes turned towards Stella and Bintou with disbelief and disgust. When it ended, a dead silence fell on the village. Then Bou collapsed, sobbing uncontrollably. It’s true, it’s all true. Forgive us. Aya, forgive us. His confessions sounded like a blow thunder under the bottom at the bab. The crowd murmured with indignation and some Villagers were already screaming for punishment.

Stella, her face frozen between challenges and ashamed, finally lowers his eyes, defeated. Faca then raised his face ravaged by pain and anger. For the first time in his life, the chef imperturbable trembled. My own girls her voice broke. How could you have committed an act if abominable? You have betrayed your blood, your family and all the values that we have taught you.

 Handle cried silently, torn between love for his three daughters and the horror of the crime committed. She squeezed haya against her as if she feared to lose it a second time. According to our laws, declared one of the elders, “those who tried to kill their own sisters must be banned from village forever.

 This is the tradition.” A murmur of approval walked through the assembly. Stella closed the eyes, accepting his fate. Batou cried more and more, understanding that she was going to lose her family, her home, everything she had known. But then, Aya gently freed herself from his mother’s embrace and walked towards center of the circle.

 Her voice, when she spoke, was clear and confident, carrying of the wisdom that Kofi gave him transmitted. Elder, father, mother, villagers, how is her name? I have thought a lot during the time I went through the forest. Revenge is easy, anger is natural, but forgiveness requires strength bigger. She turned towards her sisters.

 In his eyes shone a compassion which amazed the assembly. Stella, bintou, what you did to me was cruel and unforgivable according to laws of men. You wanted me dead out of jealousy and envy, but I learned that jealousy is an illness of the soul and that those who suffer from it are also victims in their own way. Beat the cat slowly on the head, understanding where Aya was going with this.

 He stepped forward and spoke. Look at them Well, villagers. Look what their crime did to them. Their faces were withered, their bodies grew weak, no because of a curse external, but because of the poison that she carried within her. He raised his healing staff to the sky. To the ancestors teach us that each action carries within it its own consequence.

 The darkness of their soul was reflected in their appearance. They have already been punished by their own consciousness. Aya nodded and continued. I choose from them forgive, not because she deserves, but because I refuse to let the queen poison my own heart. However, my forgiveness comes with a condition. She turned to Foca and the elders.

 Instead of banishment, I propose that Stella and Bou serve the village for three full seasons. That they work in the fields of poorer, that they help the sick, that they bring water to the elderly people. Let them learn humility and discover true value of a person who does not reside in the external beauty but in the acts of goodness.

 A thoughtful silence followed his lyrics. Then Batelémi hit the ground his stick. Wise decision. Young Aya has learned in a few moons what some don’t understand in a lifetime. The justice without compassion is cruel, but compassion without consequence is weak. This voice is that of balance. The elders consulted each other briefly, then the oldest of them cha.

 So be it, Stella and Bintou, your sister offers you a chance redemption that you don’t deserve. Do you accept it? Batou threw himself at the foot d’A, kissing the ground in front of her. Yes, thank you little sister. I will spend the rest of my life to redeem myself. Stella, pride finally shattered. knelt at his turn.

 Tears flowed down her marked cheeks. I don’t understand why do you forgive us, but I swear in front of everyone that I will become worthy of this forgiveness. I promise you, Aya. The seasons that followed were a period of profound transformation. Stella and B everyone worked hard, harder than her had never done it.

 At the beginning, they acted out of obligation, but little to little, something in her. By helping an old woman to carry her burden, when caring for a sick child, sharing their meal with the most destitute, they discovered a satisfaction she never had known. As their hearts grow purified, their appearance also transformed.

 Wrinkles faded, the stains disappeared and even if they did not never regained their beauty of old, a new light shone in their eyes, more beautiful than any physical perfection. Enkoa, who never stopped loving Aya, officially asked for it in marriage. The ceremony was magnificent and this time, when all eyes are turned towards the bride, Stella and Bintou were sincerely delighted to their sister.

 On the evening of the festivities, while the village danced and sang, Battelé gathered the children around the fire and told them the story of the three sisters. “Remember, he concludes, that jealousy is like a fire, it first consumes the one who door. True beauty comes from the heart and forgiveness has healing power greater than any remedy.

He who forgives frees two prisoners, the pardoned person and himself. Thanks for following us. Don’t forget to like, share the video with your loved ones and don’t forget to Subscribe if you haven’t yet.