
“It’s becoming too dangerous,” Laila said with a pardonable expression of fear. For a minute she sat stone silent, regal in a blue and orange, polka-dotted ankara gown, coffee steaming off the mug in her hands. She took a long draught of the liquid, eyes staring over the rim at her daughter. “We are […]
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