Zahida continued with her embroidery not looking up at her distraught daughter.
“I will not marry that man, I want to study. I don’t even like him; I don’t like his face, why can’t Abba understand that?”
As her daughter stomped out of the room, Zahida put down her embroidery and wiped away a tear. History was repeating itself and she had not the strength to stop it.
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