Chapter Forty-Seven
Clouds gathered together making the blue sky gloomy and dark. A ferocious wind blew. The small stalls along the busy road began to close. Traders packed in their goods away from the rain that was threatening to fall. People ran trying to find shelter. The wind that blew carried anything it could. Dust rose high in the air making the air filled with dust tickled my nose wanting me to sneeze. I turned my car to the next street on my right hooting to warn any vehicle coming. Two minutes later, I parked in front of aunt Sabr's little bungalow. I got down, the end of my scarf flapped back at the wind almost covering my face. I used a hand to push the scarf off my face as I matched to the metal door of the house. After a few knocks, the door opened showing aunt Sabr. "Noor" she called, her lips
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