Chapter 29 : Her HairTentatively, Maryam stared at him as she contemplated whether to believe what he had said or not. But then her hand ached and she was so tired that she could as well begin to cry. And when Intisar touched her hair she didn t die, right? Maybe since she now didn t have Intisar, she might as well trust him enough to let him loose it for her.
Maryam moved slowly towards him until she sat down between his legs on the carpet, just like she did whenever Intisar was doing her hair and she handed him the metal she used and the comb. Na im wondered how to go about it, he was afraid to be wrong and he had never loosen the hair of a woman. He couldn t even remember touching it past the lovely uncle pats of the head to his nieces.
"Bilkisu!" He called out, and in a minute she wa
