Chapter Three
Faiza touched the platinum curls of the little girl snuggled up against her side. She had woken after months of feeling ill with a startling new awareness. Shifting until she could sit up, she stared with disbelief at her son before she turned and studied the little girl who was yawning.
“Khalid?” Faiza asked, her voice filled with confusion, fear, and wonder.
“I’m here, mama. It’s ok. Everything is ok now. You’ll be ok.”
He hugged her, managing it without jostling the sleeping child or letting go of his mother’s hand. As she reached around the child to clasp her son’s shoulder and stroke his cheek, Khalid’s words came back to her.
I found her in your garden. She is an 'amirat khurafiat alsahra.
If she hadn’t experienced the miracle herself, she would have dismissed her
