Madina was the one that did their hair, and when Humaira asked who the owner was and where she was because she had a question she wanted to ask her, she said the owner was a woman and she wasn’t arround today. But she would be around tomorrow, Insha Allah. For all the time they had spent in the salon, Aisha wasn’t comfortable, she kept rereading the story of Madina Aminu Musawa in her head, even though it seemed had gotten herself a new acquaintance. She had a cold feeling about this salon, the empyolees and even the employer herself. She didn’t like being paranoid, so she dismissed the feeling and enjoyed her time with Humaira.
When they were done, she called Nasir and he came to pick them up. Madina had new customers so she wasn’t able to escort them out. Even though there were alot of
