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Fatimah stared at the plate of food sitting comfortably before her. Neither could she will herself to eat nor take the food back knowing it'll definitely disappoint Ya Ayshah.
She interlaced her fingers tightly, said some Dua before taking a hold of the spoon.
Gently and with no appetite she ate half the plate. Appraising herself, she rose to help Ya Ayshah with the kids, especially the young, adorable Zara. Her namesake.
From the sound of it, they were hanging out in the parlor as their noise reached her room. With a smile Fatimah hesitantly walked into the sitting room only to bump into a figure right by the door.
Bashir.
He took the hand he used to steady her off her shoulder and stepped back.
Fatimah lowered her gaze immediately ignoring the fierce look in his eyes.
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