‘Now that both blessed Ramadan and beautiful Eid are over, what other list are you writing so diligently?’ Tahir asked from behind me.
Continued from last week ‘My goodness, how can anyone say such hurtful things against one’s own father?’ I wondered aloud, looking up at Tahir.
‘And why are you wiping the tears from your face? Did somebody die?’ I asked Ummi, my first daughter.
Continued from last week ‘You always want to blame everything on husbands.
‘In all the years I’ve attended tafsir sessions with you, I’ve never seen you ask the imam a question or send a request note Bint.
‘So how was the wedding?’ Asabe asked, taking a bite of the Samosa in her hand.