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Safiya looked up at the gates of her matrimonial home, overcome by a sudden urge to cry. She had missed this place more than she cared to admit; she had missed everything about her home.
It wasn't the house itself that she missed. It was everything that it represented to her. This was where she belonged, regardless of what happened in the past. She was meant to be here, by her husband's side as she had always promised to be. It didn't matter that her daughter wasn't back yet. The important thing was that, sooner or later, she would return. And when she did, everything would be alright once again.
"Welcome home." Kabeer smiled behind her, placing his hands on her shoulder. Safiya sighed contentedly, watching as the slaves took in her bags. She had almost forgotten what it was like ha
